A machine gunner in the hut behind them started burning lead. A burst of enemy fire responded and smacked into the rubble and c*****d off the walls behind them. One round ricocheted and kicked Ham in the hip like a horse, but the bullet was already flattened and only bruised him.
Now, they were certain they had to get out of there.
Roark peeked over the rubble but instantly whipped his head back, and felt his legs go out from under him. He tried to suck it up, pretended he didn’t see, but he saw it, all right. An NVA had a rocket pointed right at them. He yelled to the others and bristled for the impact. A moment passed. The blood in his head boiled. Another moment passed, and Roark suddenly sprang to his feet. He wouldn’t wait any longer to be slaughtered. He had to act, even if it was
