He popped his own hatch, stood up, and waved the kid off— go back, go back . The kid stopped. For five seconds—an eternity in combat time—they just looked at each other. Then the kid turned and vanished into the smoke from a burning fuel truck.
“What the hell does he want?” Reade asked. --HOT-- Download Film Generation Kill
The battalion’s call-sign crackled back: “Ravage, this is Hitman. Verify. No friendlies north of the river.” He popped his own hatch, stood up, and
The Echo of an Empty Highway
Lenihan lit a cigarette. “Talking’s for people who get to go home.” He popped his own hatch
“Same thing we want,” Lenihan said. “To not be here.”