Black Hawk Down Page #6

All that black smoke?

Roger. I can see it,

but I can't get there. Over.

Go 100 meters past it. That's the crash.

Negative. You don't understand.

It's roadblock after roadblock.

You have to find us another route. Over.

There ain't one. The only other route is

all the way around the city.

Roger that.

Kilo 64, this is Kilo 11.

Request permission to move

to crash site number two on foot. Over.

Green light, Kilo 11.

Stop the vehicle. Let me out.

After I'm finished with this,

I'll whip you boys up some margaritas.

The usual. Blended, no salt.

This is Kilo 12.

We've got to change our position. Over.

Eversmann, come in.

Eversmann.

-Roger who is this?

-Sanderson.

Do not... I say again, do not fire

to the east. We are coming to you.

Understood.

DiTomasso and his men

are on the southeast corner.

We need you on the northeast building.

Roger. We'll take it.

Watch out for skinnies.

They're on the rooftops.

They're in prayer but not for much longer.

Hold your fire to the east.

Eversmann? It's Yurek.

I got Nelson and Twombly with me.

We got the chopper in sight.

Where are you?

We're on the southwest corner.

Where have you been? Are you okay?

Yeah.

Hold your fire. We're coming in.

We got to go.

Shawn, listen!

Sergeant Yurek's going to run first.

When he gets across the street,

he'll turn around and cover you as you run.

Listen closely. When you get there,

you'll turn around and cover me, okay?

You won't just run

to Eversmann's position.

You're going to stop

and you are going to cover me.

It's important you understand that.

Okay, you ready?

Yeah, I guess.

-Don't forget.

-What?

Don't forget.

I got them in my sight, Sarg'nt.

They're coming up on the west gate.

I see them.

Let's move out.

Can you cover us, Sergeant?

We got you.

Nelson!

F***!

Twombly!

Smith! No!

You all right?

Get it off of me!

Get it off!

Come on, man. Come on.

Doc! Need some help with Smith here!

My leg! My leg!

Come on, Jamie, I got you!

Up, one, two, three.

-You're all right.

-I need some pressure on this wound.

My right thigh!

Pressure, yeah.

-Are my balls okay?

-You still have your balls.

I need more men in here.

Twombly! Nelson!

-Put him down.

-Oh, man, that really...

-It really hurts!

-Direct pressure on that.

It's okay, it's okay.

-Let me see it!

-All right.

All right, let me get a look at that.

Oh, sh*t!

Oh, f***!

-What the f*** was that?

-It's all right.

Hold that down. I need a medivac now.

F***. Galentine!

It's all right.

Galentine! Get me Captain Steele!

-Sarg'nt Ruiz, how you doing?

-Juliet 64, come in. Over.

They're not going to come and get us.

They're not going to come for us.

I need you to suck it up, Sarg'nt.

I need you to focus.

-Can you do that?

-Juliet 64, come in. Over.

Now, can you hold your weapon?

Yes, sir.

Anybody comes through that door

gets two in the chest and one in the head.

-You understand?

-I'm still in the fight, sir.

Captain Steele,

I need a medivac in here now!

-Corporal Smith has been hit!

-Hold on, 25.

Still in the fight.

He's hurt pretty bad.

to maintain your situation, over.

If he doesn't get help in a half-hour,

he's in trouble!

C-2, this is 64.

Requesting a medivac for a critically

wounded at Chalk Four's location. Over.

Command, Chalk Four

is requesting medivac.

Can't risk it. It's still too hot.

Captain, we cannot send in medivac

at this time. Sit tight. Over.

It's not possible.

JOC cannot risk another bird.

You'll just have to hold on.

All right. I got him.

I want direct pressure on the wound.

It's going to be all right.

This is Kilo 11.

I'm at the Durant crash site.

Roger that.

Crash site two secured.

Lieutenant Colonel Cribbs for you, sir.

Cribbs?

-They're still debating the route.

-How long?

At least a couple of hours.

We haven't got that long, Joe.

Pakistani General says, since

we didn't deign to inform him of the raid...

...it'll take some time to mobilize

the 10th Mountain and 100 vehicles.

You tell the general this:

I understand,

but it is my duty to remind him...

...that my men are surrounded

by thousands of armed Somali militia.

It's imperative that we move them out

of the hostile area and into the safe zone.

I need his help now.

Yes, sir.

Durant.

Michael Durant.

Yes.

You are the Ranger who kills my people?

I'm not a Ranger. I'm a pilot.

That's right.

None of you Americans smoke anymore.

You all live long, dull, uninteresting lives.

What do you want with me?

You have taken hostages.

We have you.

My government

will never negotiate for me.

Then perhaps you and I can negotiate, huh?

Soldier to soldier.

I'm not in charge.

Course not. You have the power to kill,

but not negotiate.

In Somalia, killing is negotiation.

Do you really think

if you get General Aidid...

...we will simply put down our weapons...

...and adopt American democracy?

That the killing will stop?

We know this:

Without victory, there can be no peace.

There will always be killing, you see?

This is how things are in our world.

Mike Durant, we won't leave you behind.

Mike Durant, we won't leave you behind.

You got to take over from me. Both hands.

It's the femoral artery, but I can't see it.

Which means that

it's retracted up into the pelvis.

I have to find it and clamp it.

It's the only way to stop the bleeding.

I got no more IVs.

So, I'm going to need you to assist. Okay?

Yeah, yeah.

Now listen, Jamie.

I got to do something, it's going to hurt.

I got to cause you more pain,

but I have to do it to help you.

All right, you understand?

-Morphine.

-I can't.

It'll lower your heart rate too far.

I'm sorry.

Twombly, why don't you take his hands?

Hold the wound open,

keep pressure on the top of the leg.

Yurek, take the feet and a flashlight.

On my count.

All right, Jamie. All right.

One. Two.

Three.

Wait, wait. Okay. I feel it.

I feel the pulse.

I got it. I got it.

I got it, yeah. I got it.

-I got it.

-You got it?

Clamp?

I got it clamped.

-Hold it.

-Got it.

Here, grab it.

-It's tearing.

-I got it.

-Doc, it's going back in!

-Hold it!

It's tearing!

-Okay. Get out. Hold the wound.

-Okay, I'm holding.

Move your hand.

What?

Fix it?

Yeah, yeah. We got it.

What the hell are you doing?

It's all in the grind, Sarg'nt.

Can't be too fine, can't be too coarse.

Grimesy, you are squared away.

Sarg'nt, how would you

like a nice hot cup of Joe?

Gold Coast blend.

Sit down.

I want to take a look at that foot.

-No, it's not a problem.

-Come on.

-Where the hell did they find you?

-Behind a desk.

No, really. What, you think I'm kidding?

-Is anybody hit?

-We're good!

You all right?

Yeah!

Is everybody all right?

Yeah!

Incoming!

DiTomasso's hit! Pull him out!

Ranger here. This is Kilo 11.

Chalk Four. We're at the southeast corner

of the crash. Who's this?

This is Hoot.

I'm coming with three friendlies.

I need cover fire. Over.

Roger, Kilo 11. Hold your fire!

Deltas coming in.

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