This is Jocco podcast number one twenty four with Echo Charles and me, Jocco

Willink. Good evening, Echo. Good evening.

Bullets punched through the chopper as Nevin I jumped out. Together we ran over to

the farthest wounded guy grabbed him, ran back and tossed him into the bird. We

picked up a second wounded in action the same way and then a third. Amazing

Lee without becoming casualties ourselves. But by the time everyone was loaded

onto the helicopter there was no room inside for me. I stood on the skids and

put on my helmet so I could tell the pilot to take off. But I found I couldn't

talk. I was so dried out my tongue had welded itself to the roof of my mouth

out of pure fear. I had to open my canteen and drink some water before I could

even gasp. Let's get this mother out of here. We took the wounded back to base and

returned to the fight. Without anything holding him up now I couldn't

now couldn't figure out why Torpy didn't do something about getting his men

consolidated outside of that patty. He still kept saying he was pinned down.

Finally I lost my temper. I really chewed his ass over the radio demanding he

get cracking and get those men out of that patty now.

Apparently the next thing he did was put down the radio, stand straight up and

begin running from man to man to get them to move back. He got mowed down right

away and died a short time later. Maybe I hadn't learned a damn thing at my

con or from Dennis Foley's near miss in that minefield. I hadn't asked Torpy to

stand up. He didn't need to in order to extricate himself but it hadn't occurred

to me that he would. I had been playing the game as a flutennate nap. A

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