It was some fucked up shit, but Barnes did one smart thing; he wedged a grenade between the pilot's body and his seat and pulled the pin when he was sure it was in there tight. The spoon was held in place by the corpse. By the time the sarge was done with the speech, Barnes came back into the group to hear that he was taking drag behind Pope, which suited him just fine. But before they started off, "Oh, sarge, if you hear anything going off behind us, that was me setting a grenade in the helicopter so when Charlie tries to pick over it, he don't get nothin' but shrapnel. That way we know the muthafucka be comin' too."

He was kinda proud of that touch, and was grinning like hell when they set off into the bush.

"And fuck you too, Charlie."