"We lost most of 3rd Squad," SGT Henderson said softly. "Janson and Hobbs were killed the first couple of seconds of the ambush. Colby, Ripley and Hannity were medevaced back to the states. We were told they took them to Walter Reed to get better. But Colby is gonna be getting a medical discharge."<br/><br/>"If it hadn't been for Lieutenant Grissom alot more of us would have been killed or tore up just as bad," Henderson said. "He had ordered the rest of the platoon to try and encricle the damn bastards that was shooting the hell out of is. He had them charge right into the center mass of those fuckers and had the grenadiers lobbing beehive grenades right into them... He was standing right in the open giving orders so he coudl coordinate everyone... That was when he caught a bullet right in throat. But he got back up and kept issuing orders... He didn't give up, and neither did we. We lost six people, and had eight wounded. But we killed over fourty of those bastards."<br/><br/>"We gave better than we took," Henderson said sadly. "But when the smoke cleared we found something really good... We were able to capture their gear. Brand spanking new Chinese hardware, that the Chinese swear to God that they sold to Venzeulea... Not to anyone else."<br/><br/>"It's taken us a while to get reinforcements to get the platoon back up to full strength," Henderson said as he leaned back on his cot.<br/><br/>"Now with you two and the Lieutenant getting here," Henderson said. "The platoon is back up to speed. The reason no one else is here right now, is that they've all headed to the chow hall. They're making roast beef today for lunch, and no one wants to miss that."<br/><br/>"SSG Boothe had us waiting for your arrival," Henderson said as he got up form his cot. "But don't worry, this afternoon you'll get to spend time socializing and getting to know everyone before we got out on patrol tomorrow."