Chris glanced over his shoulder at the machine gunner regaling them with his tale of near debauchery. He chuckled and shook his head, "Dude, I heard some of those girls are Charlie's bitches. Anders told me some of them stick a razor blade up their snatch. No thanks, between that and surprise dick, I'll pass. Gotta girl back home anyway."

He tried the buttons again but there as nothing, even when he tweaked the knobs. The RTO tried speaking into the mic, maybe someone could hear him, but there was no response. "Hey, Sarge, I got nothing." 

It was frustrating and frightening to think they had no contact with the base. One of the benefits of humping the 25 pound radio was that it felt like a comfort, it was a life line and he could work it. Now it wasn't working. Taking a deep breath, he calmed himself and went through the troubleshooting once more. Chris was fairly sure if they got to higher ground, they could get something. They could not be [i]that[/i] far away from any friendlies.