those riflemen was corporal roy lee hammons, and i'd like to read a passage from my book about corporal hammonds. a shot rang out. the men crouched. seeking cover as if at a signal, five or six a case open up on the far side of the draw. the rapid billing to a metallic roar as a hail of bullets came in from the right flank and head our in six teens opened up in reply. then scream pierced the cacophony in the relentless pattern of rain. i'm hit, i'm hit. form it up, came the formative cry. take cover, yelled. this was the ambush i dreaded. i rolled embraced the rifle but against the ridge on my best and triggered off half a magazine toward the incoming fire. i look downhill and i saw the body between two buses, legs sprawled in a stream. fire two to leapt up and rushed in short dashes and drop to set up a defensive position on the flank. bullet went through the brush and cracked into trees. it soured bark and white puppy what. the fire team leader collapsed next to me, they got the dock. i measured the distance to the motionless medic around his impact were mount mud and water. i had our mortars