And we can't leave 'em as they are. They use bodies. We won't leave enough for them to use. Weet would've done it for me. Plant the willie petes.
Choppers are inbound, gotta hurry.
MP's on the radio when the grenades go. I stop and look back and start to cry. They got Weet, man. It all sucks. Bird comes in and we run out prayin' we don't find a mine.