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Humvee, and out onto the road.
Bear, Bobby, Able and Mace got behind the disabled vehicle. Bear and Mace were shooting right, while Bobby and Able found targets on the high ground to the left. They each fired in controlled, five shot bursts.
The third Humvee pulled up behind them. One of the Green Berets stayed up top firing the roof mounted M2 .50 cal while the other three sergeants jumped out and began shooting from ground level.
“Hey Bear! Ready to move?!” Bobby shouted.
“Let’s go!” Bear shouted back as he killed two more enemy fighters on the ridge above them.
Before they took a step, they all saw a bottle with a burning rag stuffed in its mouth fly through the air. A fireball erupted when the Molotov cocktail broke apart on the crumpled and smoking Humvee that had hit the IED. Still trapped in the driver’s seat, Sergeant Dan “DC” Collins, screamed and frantically beat at the flames.
Mace charged ahead with rest of the team providing covering fire and running behind him. He ignored the enemy rounds chewing up the dirt at his feet. Everyone on Team Razor was tight, but DC and Mace were best friends.
The Humvee was engulfed in flames by the time he reached it. Mace could see DC fighting to get free, violently throwing himself back and forth. He managed to get his head through the window, but his uniform and hair were already on fire. Burning alive, he turned and locked eyes with Mace.
The battle was loud. Beyond loud. It was a ceaseless, deafening, heart-stopping roar. DC didn’t shout, but Mace heard him as clearly as if they were alone together sharing a beer in a quiet room.
“Kill me, Mace. Please kill me.”
Mace nodded. Knowing he couldn’t save him, he aimed his M-4 at DC’s burning head, but then quickly lowered it and ran to try and yank him out. DC pulled his head back into the flames, grabbed his pistol shoved it under his chin.
“Nooooo!!!” Mace screamed.
“I love you brother,” he said to Mace, and then pulled the trigger.
There was no time to stop and mourn. Bobby and Able ran forward up the left side of the road while Mace and Bear zig-zagged up the center. Two more Team Razor sergeants, Brian Ilchuck and Jimmy Waters, raced from behind the last Humvee and moved up on the right. All six Green Berets fired as they raced towards their commanding officer.
Major Burke felt himself going. He pulled out the family photos he carried inside his flak jacket—knew he was looking at them for the last time. He whispered a prayer, asked God to watch over them and said his final goodbye to his daughters as he kissed each picture. He died with his eyes open, staring at the image of his wife Amy.
Bear slung his M-4 over his shoulder, bent down, and easily picked up the torn and bloody body of Major Burke. Bear held him like a baby in his arms and watched the family photos slip through Burke’s lifeless fingers.
“Let’s go Razor. Able, grab the pictures of Amy and the kids,” he said grimly.
Able bent over to retrieve them just as Sergeant Ilchuck was shot in his right shoulder. It spun him around, but he stayed on his feet and kept firing. Jimmy Waters got hit next, shot high in the left leg. He was on his back and firing nearly straight up at the ridge line. Mace stood over Jimmy to provide cover while the large force of fighters relentlessly fired down on the bloodied Green Berets from three sides.
“Let’s go!” Bobby shouted. He sprinted across the road with bullets and tracer rounds coming at him. Shooting his M-4 with one hand, he grabbed Jimmy Waters with the other and carried him on his hip until they were behind the last Humvee. The surviving members of Team Razor were right on his ass. The steady flow of enemy AK-47 rounds pinged off the armored truck with a deadly rhythm.
Sergeant Raymond Riley was up top, furiously working the Humvee’s .50 cal. Emboldened by the sight of the burning trucks the enemy became reckless. They abandoned their cover and came charging
Bear, Bobby, Able and Mace got behind the disabled vehicle. Bear and Mace were shooting right, while Bobby and Able found targets on the high ground to the left. They each fired in controlled, five shot bursts.
The third Humvee pulled up behind them. One of the Green Berets stayed up top firing the roof mounted M2 .50 cal while the other three sergeants jumped out and began shooting from ground level.
“Hey Bear! Ready to move?!” Bobby shouted.
“Let’s go!” Bear shouted back as he killed two more enemy fighters on the ridge above them.
Before they took a step, they all saw a bottle with a burning rag stuffed in its mouth fly through the air. A fireball erupted when the Molotov cocktail broke apart on the crumpled and smoking Humvee that had hit the IED. Still trapped in the driver’s seat, Sergeant Dan “DC” Collins, screamed and frantically beat at the flames.
Mace charged ahead with rest of the team providing covering fire and running behind him. He ignored the enemy rounds chewing up the dirt at his feet. Everyone on Team Razor was tight, but DC and Mace were best friends.
The Humvee was engulfed in flames by the time he reached it. Mace could see DC fighting to get free, violently throwing himself back and forth. He managed to get his head through the window, but his uniform and hair were already on fire. Burning alive, he turned and locked eyes with Mace.
The battle was loud. Beyond loud. It was a ceaseless, deafening, heart-stopping roar. DC didn’t shout, but Mace heard him as clearly as if they were alone together sharing a beer in a quiet room.
“Kill me, Mace. Please kill me.”
Mace nodded. Knowing he couldn’t save him, he aimed his M-4 at DC’s burning head, but then quickly lowered it and ran to try and yank him out. DC pulled his head back into the flames, grabbed his pistol shoved it under his chin.
“Nooooo!!!” Mace screamed.
“I love you brother,” he said to Mace, and then pulled the trigger.
There was no time to stop and mourn. Bobby and Able ran forward up the left side of the road while Mace and Bear zig-zagged up the center. Two more Team Razor sergeants, Brian Ilchuck and Jimmy Waters, raced from behind the last Humvee and moved up on the right. All six Green Berets fired as they raced towards their commanding officer.
Major Burke felt himself going. He pulled out the family photos he carried inside his flak jacket—knew he was looking at them for the last time. He whispered a prayer, asked God to watch over them and said his final goodbye to his daughters as he kissed each picture. He died with his eyes open, staring at the image of his wife Amy.
Bear slung his M-4 over his shoulder, bent down, and easily picked up the torn and bloody body of Major Burke. Bear held him like a baby in his arms and watched the family photos slip through Burke’s lifeless fingers.
“Let’s go Razor. Able, grab the pictures of Amy and the kids,” he said grimly.
Able bent over to retrieve them just as Sergeant Ilchuck was shot in his right shoulder. It spun him around, but he stayed on his feet and kept firing. Jimmy Waters got hit next, shot high in the left leg. He was on his back and firing nearly straight up at the ridge line. Mace stood over Jimmy to provide cover while the large force of fighters relentlessly fired down on the bloodied Green Berets from three sides.
“Let’s go!” Bobby shouted. He sprinted across the road with bullets and tracer rounds coming at him. Shooting his M-4 with one hand, he grabbed Jimmy Waters with the other and carried him on his hip until they were behind the last Humvee. The surviving members of Team Razor were right on his ass. The steady flow of enemy AK-47 rounds pinged off the armored truck with a deadly rhythm.
Sergeant Raymond Riley was up top, furiously working the Humvee’s .50 cal. Emboldened by the sight of the burning trucks the enemy became reckless. They abandoned their cover and came charging
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