He heard the voice on the radio. The words burned - he had to save his men.
Terror in his veins, he shouted at the top of his lungs for his men get out; he ran as fast as his legs would carry him. They had to hear, they had to.
Down the stairs, past the bodies. Was he still yelling? He ran out the door. He had to get there in time.
He was so close.
The humvee exploded. The last thing Captain August Anderson saw was the crystal blue sky high above.
Then there was nothing. Only darkness.