Bobby laid off the pig while the rest of the squad rooted through the dead dink's shit. He heard the sarge say something about AK's and ammo and looked at his own supplies.

"Shit," he said when he saw what was left.

He wasn't down to nothing, but he couldn't be as free with the fire as he liked since there was no telling how many VC fucks lay between here and the next outpost of civilization. He and Buck would have to economize what was left and he would have to aim really carefully.

"Don't fire until you see the whites of their motherfucking eyes," he said to himself before yelling to the others gathered around the dinks. "Hey, somebody get me one of their weapons. I lost my goddamn pistol when the Huey went down."