"Sir we need to call air support!" I'd look to my left my sergeant with a gaping hole through his chest thinking of it . . . It's hard to see how my platoon one of the greatest in the unsc wiped out . I'd look to my right "god please I don't wanna die" a wounded soldier. I'd throw a frag but too no avail. It's too late "there here!" Last log of marine platoon 3.6.8.4