I was triaged three times. And the senior corpsman said, he's either shot through the heart or the lungs. There's nothing I can do for him. And he just turned away. I went, oh, OK. And then a helicopter come in and they threw me into the bird. And the corpsman on the bird straddled me, stood over me, and looked down at me, and then looked up at the door gunner and went, getting me out of the way, because he couldn't work on me. I was a dead man. And I thought, OK, I made it this far. And this doctor comes over and looks at me. And I'm conscious. I'm lucid. And he checks a couple of things, and I've got this huge hole in him. And he looks at me and then right in the eye, and he says, what's your religion, Marine? And I said, well, I'm a Protestant. He says, get a chaplain over here. I can't help this man. And then he walked away.