Frampton, Sugar Bear, and a number of others reluctantly scrambled to their feet and joined the charge, rushing toward the thick and smocking woods. Three enemy soldiers jumped up and fled, Torpie pursued them.
Don't do in! - Sucler warned him – Let'em go!
The lieutenant”s lean body suddenly jerked back. His weapon flew from his numbed fingers as a round punched through both lungs from left to right. Smoke hissed from the bullet holes as he crumpled.
Battle 46 is hit and down! - Tom Smith radioed from where he nursed his own wound.
Sugar Bear had built up momentum. Running low, he zigzagged toward one of several low-built enemy bunkers constructed at the edge of the woods. Green tracers buzzed from the firing slit. The bunkers were so well built underneath layered roofs of logs and mud baked as hard as concrete that bombs dropped by the air force Phantomes simply bounced off.
Bauer ran past a LAW rocket-a light antitank weapon, that someone had dropped on the ground. He darted back to retrieve it as a Huey gun-ship with weapons blazing made a low run at the bunker, causing the defender inside to drop low and stop firing. Sugar Bear popped up, shouldered the rocket, extended it, sighted and pressed the trigger. To his delight and relief, the contrail of thin smoke stretched from the weapon through the firing slit as the penetrating rocket entered the bunker. The confined explosion lifted the roof a full two inches and puffed smoke, dust, and fire out the weapons slit. The bunker dead silent.