CSPAN2 February 6, 2017
But he did not respond. Just laid there on top of me jerking as the bullets hammered his flat jacket. Weve gotta get outta here i said. I grabbed his a chartist his age harness and pulled him off and draped him through the mud and roots towards rocks as the bullets peppered the water around us. Doc i worried might be dying, and realize this now but maybe i could say this marine. It seemed to take hours to crawl dragging the heavy body by the arms to the bank and up a slight rise to the dense foliage. Once undercover i checked them out. He had been hit. He wasnt breathing. I pressed my pressed ...
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