One commando was remarking how pretty the tracer fire, red and green, was. A moment later one blew the back of his head out. I was down below with my tin hat because by now the bullets were going through the boat and out the other side. If I wanted to get about I had to crawl on my hands and knees and I was lucky nothing came through at my level. We couldn't get in to the objective, and all of a sudden the wounded started coming down. By then all our guns had jammed and most of the other ships were on fire.
the cheese is the prize
>What’s in the box?