The line of tracers from the hovering gunship arced towards him like a torrent of red sparks as Kamal desperately sprinted towards the shelter of the mud wall. At the last minute before the stream of hot metal intersected with his path, the far away infidel gunner redirected the aim point towards a new, less challenging target which was promptly vaporized into a bloody mist of bodily fluids and bits of flesh. “My husband” she shyly whispered, her eyes downcast. “My wife” he replied, reaching for her when suddenly all hell broke lose… “Get Colonel Baker down her NOW!” SSG Williams shouted.