This triple amputee has taken Hollywood by storm
Specialist Bryan Anderson's first question when he came out of a seven-day coma and saw his mother was, "What are you doing in Iraq?" But his mother wasn't in Iraq. She was at his bedside at Walter Reed Medical Center.
A week before Anderson had been on his second combat tour, once again serving as an Army MP this time charged with training members of the Iraqi police. His unit had to travel the streets of Baghdad in up-armored Humvees to get to the various police stations around the city, and they were getting hit by IEDs on a daily basis.
"It wasn't a matter of if we'd get hit, but when we'd get hit," he said.
Anderson's exposure was increased by the fact that the unit commander liked his squad. "He knew we knew what we were doing," he said. "So our mission became to take him wherever he wanted to go to do whatever he wanted to do."
And his CO wanted to see everything. "He was 'Capt. America,' as we called him," Anderson said. "I get what he was trying to do – lead by example – but at the time we viewed it as he was putting our lives in danger because he was going out to the same Iraqi police stations every day."
Although they tried to stay unpredictable with their routes and times, there were only so many police stations and so many ways to get to them. The odds caught up to Anderson on October 23, 2005 at 11 o'clock in the morning. He was driving the last of three Humvees in a slow-moving convoy when an IED triggered by a laser beam exploded next to him.
"I had both my hands on the bottom of the steering wheel and one leg curled under the other because we were only doing, like, five miles per hour, which is why we're all still alive," Anderson explains. "The IED was set for a vehicle traveling 30 miles an hour, so instead of going through the passenger compartment the explosion took off the front of the Humvee."
But although the detonation didn't happen as the insurgents had planned, the toll on Anderson's body was substantial. "I saw smoke, fire, and sparks coming through my door," he said. "And then it was pitch black because there was so much smoke."
The soldier riding shotgun jumped out before the vehicle stopped with shrapnel in his wrist and hip. The gunner got what Anderson called the "Forrest Gump wound" – shrapnel to his butt – and he jumped out of the turret.
Anderson tried to get out of the Humvee but couldn't, unaware of his wounds. The two others busted the bolts off the driver's side door and pulled him out of the wreckage.
"All I could see was my friends running back and forth like they'd just seen a ghost, and I knew something was wrong," Anderson said.
He tried to use his right hand to swipe the flies away from his face, and noticed that his index finger tip was missing. He turned his hand over and could see shattered bones and torn ligaments.
As he was looking at his right hand a fly landed in his left eye. He went to swipe it with his other hand, but "whiffed," as he put it. His left hand was gone.
Then he looked down. His legs were gone. He couldn't process what he was seeing. "There's no way that just happened," he thought to himself. "I'm dreaming."
"Then I got this weird feeling, like, 'Oh, man, my mom's gonna kill me," he said.
Then he looked up at the soldier who was attending to him and asked, "Do you think I'm ever going to get laid again?"
It took the medevac helicopter 12 minutes to get to the scene. Anderson was having trouble breathing because his right lung had collapsed with the concussion of the bomb. The shock was wearing off a bit, and he described the initial pain sensation as a "burning all over, like putting on too much Icy Hot."
The helo landed in what Anderson described as "an impossible place." Once they were airborne he passed out.
He awoke seven days later to see his mother standing over him, saying, "You had an accident."
Anderson considered his injuries and thought to himself, "Really?" Fortunately his entire family was there along with his mother – his identical twin brother, his sister, his aunts and uncles. "That gave me enough strength to say screw it," he said. "One day at a time, right?"
He spent 13 months at Walter Reed, six weeks in-patient and the rest living at the Malone House as he did physical therapy. For the first four months he had a good attitude, sort of what he called a "wait and see" outlook. But then he fell into deep depression. "I'd look at myself as a triple amputee and ask, 'What am I possibly going to be able to do?'"
He had panic attacks and flew into uncontrollable rage. He didn't sleep for two weeks. Then one day he was sitting by a reflecting pond near the Malone House talking to his twin brother who asked him if he was listening to music. Anderson replied that he wasn't. His brother gave him a CD of a mutual friend's band.
"I was listening to the chorus of this one song," he recounts. "The words got to me: 'Life's been less than kind. We've all been hurt; we've all been sorry. Take a number, stand in line. How we survive is what makes us who we are.' For some reason that just resonated with me, and at that moment I felt like I'd grabbed the first rung of the ladder to pull myself out of this hole."
The second rung was an impromptu trip to Las Vegas. "I was able to just be a dude for the first time in a long time," he said. "I had fun, and that forced me to think about what's in front of me. It made me live in the moment."
When he got back to Walter Reed he mediated at the reflecting pond again, and it struck him that he had two choices: He could roll over and die or he could go live his life.
"At that moment I made the decision to start figuring out what I could and couldn't do," he said. "And it turns out there's not a lot I can't do."
Anderson started skateboarding and snowboarding again. And, after being profiled in Esquire magazine and receiving a couple of offers, he decided to head to LA to pursue an acting career, something he'd always wanted to do.
His first gig was as a stunt driver in "The Dark Knight." On the set he befriended the movie's star, Heath Ledger. "He was a skater," Anderson said. One day he mentioned to the actor that it was intimidating to talk to him with his Joker makeup on. Ledger replied, "You realize I could say the same thing about you, right?"
Anderson's next role was in "The Wrestler" in which he has a brief scene handing Mickey Rourke one of his prosthetic legs to use as a weapon against an opponent. After that he played a wounded Navy SEAL accused of murder on "CSI: New York."
Following a couple of episodes of "All My Children," a cameo in "The Wire," and an episode of "Hawaii Five-O" he landed a part in "American Sniper."
"I was standing next to Clint Eastwood and Bradley Cooper thinking, 'This is crazy,'" Anderson said.
The first scene he was in had no script. "Bradley Cooper told us, 'Clint likes to do things natural,' and he told us to just say whatever we wanted. Nobody was talking, so I just wound up taking the lead and telling the story about how my right hand was saved the day I was hit because I reached for a cigarette."
Anderson's plan for a future in Hollywood is pretty simple: "More parts," he said.
Whatever happens he's going to leverage the main lessons his life since that tragic and fateful day in Iraq has taught him: "Nobody's going to make you happy. You have to do that yourself," he said. "And take advantage of all the opportunities that come your way."