tumbling over me in the streambed, someone had come after me incredibly brave, incredibly risky. i grabbed his jacket and said let's go. no answer. my hand came back covered with blood. an unfamiliar pale long face fell back. i didn't know him. i can't move i yelled but he didn't respond. just laid there on top of me jerking as the bullets hammered lab jacket. we've got to get out of here i said. i grabbed harness and pulled him off and dragged him to the mud and roots and rocks until the stream as both peppered around us. doc was worried and i was might be dying but after me and maybe i can say this marine. it seemed to take hours to crawl dragging the limp body through the arms into the dense foliage. what in the coverage i checked him out. he been hit. wasn't breathing. i pressed my mouth to his and began cpr. his lips were slack and pulled and tasted of blood. finally, i sat back on my heels, this marine was gone. the pallet, stubble cheap slack. why come after me? core discipline didn't abandon. he wasn't even in my platoon. lieutenant, you okay my radioman yelled? he crouch

sounding the latter, and he came into the letter writer sliding for home, tumbling over me in the streambed. someone had come after me. incredibly brave, incredibly risky. i grabbed his flapjack and yeah let's go. >> my hand came back covered with blood. an unfamiliar pale long face fell back. i didn't know him. i can't move, i yelled that he didn't respond. then later on top of me, jerking as a bullet after his flapjack. you've got to get out of here, i said. i grabbed his harness and pulled him off and drag him through the mud and through the rocks to the stream as the bullets peppered the water around us.the dock i was worried might be dying i realized is now but maybe i could save this one. it seemed to take hours to crawl area driving a and heavy body by the arms of the back, another slight rise into the foliage.once undercover eye checking out. he been hit. he wasn't breathing. i pressed my mouth to his and began cpr. the lift was tasted of blood. finally i sat back on my heels and the history was gone. the stump was flat. court discipline didn't abandon, he wasn't even my participant