Dodge grimaced for a moment. Hearing that the Doc was dead. Awful shit. It had been a good day, until they'd been shot down. It was one thing being on a search and destroy mission, but this was just survival and evasion. The Congs were everywhere, like white on rice. It was worse than the wild west out here. And the heat... sure they were in the shade but there was no air, and the jungle was like a thick, hot sauna that they probably weren't getting out of anytime soon. 

As traps were laid and the Doc's things were shared out, Dodge stayed on security detail, watching the jungle, serving as vanguard, ready for another attack. As the Sergeant called for them to get on the move, he formed back up at the ass-end again. Staying silent... Everybody else wanted to talk, make noise, smoke a cigarette. Dodgers kept his mouth shut, listening for the Cong he knew would be coming. That firefight could have been heard for miles, and they were already hunted. 

As they moved out, he pulled his magazine out, checking it over, then put it back in. They had a long way to go, he was pretty sure, and there would be more shooting. More killing. He'd already put down six by his estimation for the day, since they'd crashed. Probably not as high as some, but he wasn't about to push his luck too much, otherwise it would run out. 

He could feel sweat trickling down his back now. Under the rotors of the choppers, a hundred feet in the air there had been plenty of wind to help cool him off. Even back home in the semi-arid desert of the Texas Panhandle, there was enough air most days, a breeze most of the time, to cut off the sweat, and the humidity was low enough in thie hottest months to make it bearable. Here it was the same kind of temperatures, but there was no evaporation, so no cooling... no wind. The jungle was suffocatingly hot. At least he had it better than some of the boys in the unit, being used to hot. 

As they walked, he continued to follow the footsteps of the others, walking where they walked as best he could, keeping an eye out for Two Step snakes and cobras, tripwires and pitfalls while keeping one eye and one ear out for signs of pursuit, listening for the telltale sounds of one of their parting gifts being set off. He kept a watchful eye for ghostly figures moving in the hazy sunbeams of light and mist when he could.