Sgt. Joseph Collins crouched alone in his foxhole listening to the overlapping voices on the field phone.
Ã¬Jesus, Mary and Joseph,Ã® he swore. It didnÃt sound good.
From what he could make out, 1st Marine Raider Battalion under Lt. Col. Merritt A. Edson had pulled back toward the airfield. Japanese had broken through the lines just about everywhere with their crazy charges and that meant things were really confused at headquarters right now.
It also meant that this little squad was pretty much on its own.
He was now in command since Lt. Regan ran off along the rocky ridge. All of his men were in the machinegun nest so Collins decided to join them. He grabbed his BAR, his ammo belt, and the radio and scrabbled over to the nest.
In the nest, Amrahamovich continued to look over his patient, making sure his wound were all closed. The holes were gone, but the surface of his skin still looked tender and bruised.
Ã¬Sarge! You shoulda seen it!Ã® Piped up Private Franklin. Ã¬Doc healed up Carson just like Jesus and Ã– I mean um, no disrespect Doc.Ã®
Ã¬Yeah?Ã® said Collins. Ã¬Looks like the damn fool is lucky to be breathing and of no use to us now, am I right?Ã®
Ã¬Yes sir,Ã® answered Amrahamovich.
Ã¬Well, then I need you two Ã–Ã® Collins began.
Just then something bounced off the bamboo slats that made up the roof and everyone hit the ground.
The grenade exploded outside of the rock wall of the nest after rolling off the roof.
Ã¬SonofaFUCKINGBITCH!Ã® screamed Syskowski and he opened up with his machinegun toward the jungle down the ridge. Private Franklin crawled up next to him and started feeding the ammo to the gun.
Collins scrambled to get his own BAR set up with a vantage point next to Syskowski. Hot shell casings sprayed him in the face. One found a way down the front of his shirt and burned into his chest.
Ã¬Hold your fire, goddamn it!Ã® Collins shouted.
Syskowski let up on the trigger. He couldnÃt see anything out there in the jungle down below. Ã¬WhereÃd it come from? Did you? I didnÃt see where it came from!Ã® He paused to light the cigarette already dangling from his mouth.
Off in the distance, along the ridge, the squad heard the unmistakable sound of Lt. ReganÃs burp gun. Two short burst, then a long one.
Ã¬HeÃs out of ammo,Ã® Private Franklin said. Everyone else had thought the same thing.
Then from the base of the ridge, in ragged unison, Ã¬Banzai!Ã®
Ã¬Aw, no! Not again,Ã® yelled Syskowski. Ã¬I canÃt see Ã«em. ItÃs too dark I canÃt see Ã«em.Ã®
Ã¬It doesnÃt matter just start shooting,Ã® said Collins he crawled forward so that the spraying casings would bounce off of his back.