"Men, we have a mission to pull out two men whose bird went down. I don't need everyone - Peck, Ruez, Murdock, you're with me. Rest of you stand by in alert mode."

. . . . .

"Keep your heads down! The metal mosquitos are flying. Murdock! You spot them yet?"

"Roger that, Colonel. We have a little technical difficulty here though."

"Can you keep this bird in the air?"

"Can do, sir, but -"

"No buts! Get us to those men and then get us the hell out of here! Everything else, we worry about later."

"Yessir. Everybody hang onto your tail feathers!"