Throw him on. The other door gunner is still out there with the 60, he's emptyin' it into the tree line we came from. The door gunner on our bird is doin' the same and screamin' into his mic. The last man turns, drops the 60 and runs and jumps as the bird lifts. We drag his ass in.
Snakes roll in on the tree line and light 'em up.
We look at the dood. He's got holes all over him. Dave and MP go to work on him and I dump the last of my ammo into the tree line. I toss the last willie pete, the one with my name on it, out after I run out of ammo. We're high enough now that if we go down, its just too fuckin' bad.