Daniel shook his head and blinked twice as he came to after a rather abrupt crash. He was disoriented, unable to discern where exactly he was or how exactly this situation came to him. It was a wonder how he had survived this crash, from how he was feeling - this was definitely a big crash. There was a pounding ring in his head, dizziness being prevalent as he tried to stand up. However, he had to snap out of it soon. They were probably deep into Charlie territory and they didn't know it. As he slowly came to, he saw the extent of the damage that had been done to the helicopter as it made its final landing here. He could see the mangled remains of those only a few feet in front of him, making him sigh in relief - but at the same time it was a curse, assuming they were deep in enemy territory. If they were overrun, death was a better fate than what Charlie was capable of. Daniel would take death over any Vietnamese torture any day. As he moved to get out of the wreckage, he couldn't help but to take one more quick glance at another dead body. The sheer disfigurement of it was absolutely unfathomable.

He eventually came to fully, his senses operating like they were before the crash. The first thing he had to do when he disembarked from the wreckage was find the survivors of the crash. Luckily, they weren't too far away, literally right there after a few moments worth of traveling. He joined up with the survivors, checking his equipment once he got against some cover. Everything seemed to be intact for the most part, which was good. He was way better off after the crash than some people. Their local leader said that there was Charlie swarming all over the place, which was the last thing Daniel wanted to hear. With a heavy presence of Charlie usually meant there was little to no presence of US forces. This was bad, they were pretty much alone in this area, which meant they had to fight to the skin of their teeth to even have a chance of making it out of here alive. Places like these was where Charlie killed the most people. Booby traps, ambushes, and the lot were very effective against American forces. The Americans were in Charlie's backyard and they knew it, but here they were being slaughtered right there. 

As Ryan gave the directive of firing as soon as the grenade went off, Daniel nodded as he pulled the charging handle on his M16, making sure a round was chambered. Having it on full-auto wasn't a good idea, one bullet, at the very most two for every enemy they saw. If one Charlie was spotted, there was almost always an unfathomable amount accompanying them. The worst part is, especially with the Vietcong, nobody knew where they came from or how they traveled. The tunnels were a bitch to figure out. He ducked underneath the wreckage, watching their leader chuck a grenade at the enemy. As soon as he heard it explode he popped up, aiming for the first enemy he saw and squeezing off a couple of rounds.