Daniel eventually finished scrounging through for supplies and ammo, having enough to kill a good amount of Charlie but not enough for him to be slow enough to be consumed by them. He considered it to be a good balance - and he figured he would give the sons-of-bitches a taste of their own weapons. A 7.62 round meant to kill Americans now turning against him? That was poetic justice, if you asked him. Charlie deserved no rest, no relent. Every single one of these people deserved to die. Ten Charlie for every American killed by their hands, it was a pretty good tradeoff for him. 

It looked like Daniel had some shooting to do, as his heart sank to his feet upon hearing about Doc's death. He turned around and saw an American body. A clean shot through the head, instant death. He didn't bother scrounging through his body, he had a lot and decided to leave Doc for the others. Before long though, they had to get back into formation, with him taking the rear with Dodge and the new guy. He started walking with the others, making sure he had the rear secure and no Charlie could get a jump on him. Nobody would want that sort of thing at all, absolutely not. The story about the women here in Vietnam was rather humorous, Daniel had heard about stories like that all the time, but he didn't want any of that for himself. Absolutely not. He had a wife he was committed to, and not an entire ocean could break his commitment to his wife.