Beautiful evacuation, how he had longed to hear that word. They were well and truly in the thick of backing the fuck out of there now. While his hands were occupied by the assault rifle he was carrying he maintained superstition by crossing his toes as covering fire rattled off. He could practically taste his next meal. 

Just focus on getting everyone still standing back home. Primary mission objective accomplished. Get the ever loving piss out, and serve another day. The thought of his next mission excited him nearly as much as it terrified him. Yet he still realized that he was far from safety.