the context for this is it's a navy corman. think medic, it's the navy's version of army medic and they provide trauma care to marines and this corman had saved his former roommate's life, he had been shot through the head. and it's about the doubts that attended him almost instantly. the marines loaded smith, lifted him and rushed to the aircraft, it was a gun ship not a a medevac, he was breathing, his job was done and had to hand over his friend. over the roar of the engine he shouted life-saving steps and tapped him on the leg and ran clear, the blades swept up and scatter in pink wisk, helicopter was gone. suddenly there was nothing for curby to do, he ran back to his truck, the company began moving. someone said a car had sped away after the shot heading to a house that weapon's company would now search. curby sat on the front seat, hands wet with his friend's blood, sticky, still warm, he turned it over to look at where the bullet passed through. the bullet rolled inside, it was an arm or piercing 7.6 by 54 inrondequoit,