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Excerpt 1
The platoon was being ambushed.
He knew there were three bullets coming. The first took away a small piece of his shoulder about where a needle would be inserted to give him a shot. It tore off the skin and maybe a sixteenth of an inch of muscle. A profound sting told him that it wasn't serious. They'd said that you couldn't feel the serious ones right at first—too much trauma for the brain to handle.
Excerpt 2
Dwight noticed that the choppers were tightening up the formation and descending. His Hewey was in the middle rear of the formation. He had never seen so many helicopters at one time. White cloud was now swirling through the cargo bay, and the light dimmed to less than half its prior intensity as they quickly went through the thin cloud layer.
Excerpt 3
They looked at the menu in silence as the band ended "Stardust" and segued into "Harbor lights".
She folded her menu, laid it on the table, opened her purse and took out a package of Winstons, reaching for Dwight's Zippo on top of his Lucky Strikes.
As her hand touched the lighter, Dwight moved his toward it, watching her face. She left her hand on the lighter, waiting for his hand to arrive; their eyes resting on each other's. Slowly he laid his fingers on the back of her hand.
"Please" he said. "Let me..."
Excerpt 4
"Rich, we believe that the enemy is at the base of that hill at four o'clock. We're going to fly away from it and stay on the treetops for about five miles; I don't want 'em to know I'm here yet. I'm going to give you the controls in a minute, but in the meantime, I want you to put your hands and feet on the controls and just follow what I do. Believe me, I'm not going to tell you to do anything that may cause my imminent demise, OK?"