The tunnel is cut through a narrow ridge, so we end up coming out the other side; I
tell the butter bar that Chuck is here, and we should back off and call in something to fuck
him up. Still can't understand why, but the butter bar says we will dig in and stay
here for the night. We argue for awhile but to no avail; he wins.
Sometime late afternoon towards evening, Chuck decides to come out and play. He is everywhere all at once, the whole place is fucking nuts, Gooks everwhere (Things get hazy from here on; bear with me).
Guys are falling everywhere the butter bar tries to call for help, there is none to be found anywhere. He goes down, gone forever, what to do. I get on the radio, try to call for air support; what I eventually get is guns off of the MISSOURI. Sounds like fucking freight trains; all hell is breaking loose. (Things get real blurry from here on.)
Gooks back off for a bit, then come again; it's like there is no end to them; where are they all coming from; who fucking knows. Call for air support again; this time, get some sort of jets 105s I guess. Don't know they are there until they pull up, hear the jet wash, then all hell breaks loose again; guys down all over the place, them us, all fucked up.
At this point my mind turns to mush, can't remember how the day ended
nor how I got out of the hills and back to Evans. Maybe it's better that I don't.
Some came home, some did not; sometimes I'm happy, sometimes I'm not.
!!!!!!!!!!HELL IT DON'T!!!!!!!!!!