so the chief decided that the only thing to do was to haul ass back down the river and so he opened up the throttles all the way and you tore ass back down the black water with the bush flying by and every four five miles the vcs would open up on you and you stood at the .50s the whole fucking way with those big guns hammering in your hands shaking your hands and your shoulders and your guts and all the sudden you notice simenez there dead with his guts in his hands draped over the stanchion and then you all ran out of fuel and you were still about 20 miles from the delta and the boat glided to a stop in the black fucking night and you all sat there quiet as little mouses and sweated it out until the army sent a helo with 55-gallon drums of gas and dropped them on the far shore .