The rest of us helped Doc as best we could. When Cromer and I got on the spot there was no trace of Wright. He looked like the scarecrow in the Wizard of Oz after he was torn apart, except instead of straw there's nothing but raw hamburger from the breastbone down. Doc gives him a shot of what must have been morphine and moves on to Chambers. One of the guys starts to patch up Byrd anyways.
Chambers is in better shape.
He's not conscious at least, but his guts are torn up as well and he has a sucking chest wound. The pilot's afraid that we are in a minefield and he won't even hover over it. Byrd died in the chopper. We were pretty sure he was dead but since we hadn't found his body, there was still a chance that he was wounded and alive. I can remember thinking that there couldn't be many things worse than lying wounded, helpless, abandoned by your squadmates, waiting for the VC to come.