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Part 25
Lyle was ecstatic. "What a victory" he thought. They didn't need the rest of the Group, they didn't need to run to Point Echo. They'd did it by themselves.
Now was the time to check out the bodies and see what they had, Lyle thought.
"Barney, let's go down and check the bodies." Lyle said.
"Shouldn't we wait a few minutes more." Barney asked.
"We got them all dude, Murph saw a couple fall, I saw four fall and here's two more of them, that's eight of them." Lyle said.
With Murph and Steve covering, Lyle and Barney moved down towards the bodies of the two Gomez gang members.
Raul Gomez was not someone who gave up easily, even after losing half of his crew, he wouldn't give in to the fact that they had been beaten. A wise man would have beat feet. A wise man might have attempted to track later. Raul wasn't wise, just dangerous. A dangerous man is one who never realizes when it's time to walk away.
"Look at this sh$t dude, these jackasses have CASH!!" Lyle said to Barney.
"Maybe they needed TP." Barney replied as he stood watch over the bodies Lyle was now searching. "Still say we should have waited a few more minutes for this."
"This one's got an FN, also a Colt Python in a drop holster. I love the cash though. Hell, I think I'll wallpaper my room with it or buy some bling-bling with it!" Lyle joked.
Lyle moved over and searched the other body.
"This guy's carrying dope! He's got a bag of grass in his pocket. He's got an SKS and a Bowie knife. No cash in his pockets. Maybe I should try a "wallet autopsy?"
"What the hell's a wallet autopsy?" Barney asked.
"Bill told us about it, it's an old Paramedic joke about them stealing stuff off of dead people or something." Lyle replied.
Just then the woods went alive again with gunfire. Four rounds were fired rapidly, two hitting Barney in the chest and gut, one missing and another clipping Todd in the left arm about midway between the wrist and elbow.
Murph and Steve returned fire at the muzzle flashes as the React force immediately began flanking on the shooters.
Lyle crawled over near Barney. "Stay with it man, we'll get you help." Lyle reached up and pulled two of the field dressing from the compass pouch on Barney's left shoulder. SOP was that everyone carried two (you could fit two with a little pushing) Trau-Medic field dressings in the compass/first aid pouch or one of the new Israeli dressing and that pouch was to be always carried clipped to your LBV or harness on your left hand side above chest level (right hand side if you were a lefty). Further, if you were giving aid to a buddy, you were always to use THEIR dressing on them, not yours. It was simple logic. They could die with your dressing on them and then two minutes later YOU could need your dressing.
It would be some time later that Lyle realized he was shot also.
As Raul's last man went down, good sense crept over him. He saw two of them go down. This would be enough. Now he should go. Something told him he didn't want to hang around much longer.
The ba$tards had his position though, bullets raked just above his head level here on the ground. They weren't just shooting blindly, it wasn't "spray and pray", they had his range. He guessed it to be one shooter. As soon as their was a lull in the firing, probably when the guy would have to reload, he would get up and get the F' out of here.
He got his chance. He glanced up towards the direction of the shooter, noticed nothing out of the ordinary. He thought for a brief second about putting some rounds down range, but quickly shot that idea down "let them think I'm dead" he thought.
Raul Gomez got to his feet and headed back South at a full run. About fifteen yards into the run, he noticed movement out of the corner of his eyes. As he turned, he caught four bullets in his back and side. Then immediately another four bullets. His FN fell out of his hands and he crumpled to the ground.
He lay there breathing shallowly. Four 7.62x39mm rounds had penetrated his plueral cavity, doing irreversible damage to heart and lungs. 2 more rounds had perforated his abdomen and one had shattered part of his pelvic bone.
Raul still was not finished. Through one blurry eye, Raul looked upon one of his killers as his mind tried in a vain attempt to signal his right arm to draw his Glock 17 from a holster on his waist. Finally, as his arm began to get close to the butt of the weapon, he was rewarded. Two 7.62x39mm rounds entered Raul's head and ended his life.
The React team swept the area and found another wounded Gomez. He also was shot in the head and searched. Weapons were retrieved.
Murph was doing his best to keep Barney from expiring.
Barney's chest wound had caused a pneumothorax. Murph used the plastic from the Israeli battle dressing wrapper to make an Ascherman(sp) seal. If the chest wound wasn't bad enough, the gut shut just plain sucked.
The gut shot was penetrating, and had caused a pile of damage to his GI tract. Dark red blood flowed copiously (sp) from the abdomenal wound.
Lyle was at Murph's side while Murph worked feverishly.
"Murph. Murph. He's dead." Lyle said as he looked at Barney's still open eyes.
"Awww F' man!" Murph said. Murph rarely ever cursed at all, and in 5 years Lyle could never remember hearing the "F" word out of him.
"**** dude, I caused this. He was right, we should have waited." Lylesaid.
"Your bleeding too." Murph said as he noticed Lyle''s wound on the arm. Grabbing his dressings out of his pouch, he tore one open, unfolded it and applied pressure to one hole.
"Hold this while I open the other one." Murph said.
"It's a good thing I got two of them." Lylesaid.
Murph just smiled. Him, Bill and Jim had long ago urged everyone to carry as many of these as they could- two in the compass pouch per SOP, one behind each canteen, one in your pants pocket of your BDU's, etc.
Murph got Lyle quickly bandaged. "You gotta stay cool now. We gotta get the hell out of here and meet up with the rest of the Group at Echo. I'll carry Barney." He looked in Lyle's eyes, "You o.k?"
"Yeah, yeah, yes." Todd said.
"We can't carry all their weapons with us. Pack the pistols with us, pull the bolts from the rifles, we will take the bolts with us and find a place to hide the rifles here." Murph said.
"Alright, you guys take off. Steve and I will take care of the weapons and be right behind you." Lyle said.
"No! We all go together. We'll wait." Murph said.
The weapons consisted of a Colt Python that looked as if it was Chrome, the Glock Raul was carrying (both of these were packed), 3 FN-FAL's and one Chinese SKS carbine. The bolts were pulled and packed from the rifles and the rifles ditched in a small depression under a Bayberry bush then covered in pine needles. The field gear was ditched a few yards away.
Steve pulled out a GPS and marked each site, then glanced around and made mental note of the surroundings.
Jim, Rusty, Chuck, Bill and the rest of the crew waited at Point Echo. Some time back shots were heard off in the distance to the Southeast.
"They must still be whittlin' them down." Jim said to Rusty.
"They'll do alright." Rusty said reassuringly to Jim.
"I know" was all Jim could say.
Later
"Got two people coming up to my left, about 50 yards out." Bill said.
"Hold your fire, that's probably them." Jim said.
"Yep, they are signaling." Bill said.
"Lyle calling Jim, come in over"
"Go ahead Lyle this is Jim, over"
"Coming in light, Act 3 over"
"Roger... Confirm?"
"Coming in light, Act 3 over"
"Roger, pass go, collect 200. Confirm. Over"
"Pass go, collect 200. Confirm. Out."
"****!" Jim said.
"What is it?" Rusty asked.
"Someone got killed." Jim replied.
"Is it over?" Bill asked.
"Yes, but we will still hold this position for a while just in case. I want you and two of the guys to escort them back to the retreat. Reload, tend any wounded, full guards. We will be out here a few more hours." Jim said.
"Got it." Bill said.
Damn. That was two good men in a very short period of time. "It's a good thing we started out with so many" Jim thought. "I pity the folks that thought they could get through the apocalypse with just their drunk *** brother in law. They are hurting' turtles right now." Two men down. . "Acceptable loses" were for the military. Their was no such thing as "acceptable loses" in a survival Group. Every life counted, every life mattered, every life would be missed.
Lyle was ecstatic. "What a victory" he thought. They didn't need the rest of the Group, they didn't need to run to Point Echo. They'd did it by themselves.
Now was the time to check out the bodies and see what they had, Lyle thought.
"Barney, let's go down and check the bodies." Lyle said.
"Shouldn't we wait a few minutes more." Barney asked.
"We got them all dude, Murph saw a couple fall, I saw four fall and here's two more of them, that's eight of them." Lyle said.
With Murph and Steve covering, Lyle and Barney moved down towards the bodies of the two Gomez gang members.
Raul Gomez was not someone who gave up easily, even after losing half of his crew, he wouldn't give in to the fact that they had been beaten. A wise man would have beat feet. A wise man might have attempted to track later. Raul wasn't wise, just dangerous. A dangerous man is one who never realizes when it's time to walk away.
"Look at this sh$t dude, these jackasses have CASH!!" Lyle said to Barney.
"Maybe they needed TP." Barney replied as he stood watch over the bodies Lyle was now searching. "Still say we should have waited a few more minutes for this."
"This one's got an FN, also a Colt Python in a drop holster. I love the cash though. Hell, I think I'll wallpaper my room with it or buy some bling-bling with it!" Lyle joked.
Lyle moved over and searched the other body.
"This guy's carrying dope! He's got a bag of grass in his pocket. He's got an SKS and a Bowie knife. No cash in his pockets. Maybe I should try a "wallet autopsy?"
"What the hell's a wallet autopsy?" Barney asked.
"Bill told us about it, it's an old Paramedic joke about them stealing stuff off of dead people or something." Lyle replied.
Just then the woods went alive again with gunfire. Four rounds were fired rapidly, two hitting Barney in the chest and gut, one missing and another clipping Todd in the left arm about midway between the wrist and elbow.
Murph and Steve returned fire at the muzzle flashes as the React force immediately began flanking on the shooters.
Lyle crawled over near Barney. "Stay with it man, we'll get you help." Lyle reached up and pulled two of the field dressing from the compass pouch on Barney's left shoulder. SOP was that everyone carried two (you could fit two with a little pushing) Trau-Medic field dressings in the compass/first aid pouch or one of the new Israeli dressing and that pouch was to be always carried clipped to your LBV or harness on your left hand side above chest level (right hand side if you were a lefty). Further, if you were giving aid to a buddy, you were always to use THEIR dressing on them, not yours. It was simple logic. They could die with your dressing on them and then two minutes later YOU could need your dressing.
It would be some time later that Lyle realized he was shot also.
As Raul's last man went down, good sense crept over him. He saw two of them go down. This would be enough. Now he should go. Something told him he didn't want to hang around much longer.
The ba$tards had his position though, bullets raked just above his head level here on the ground. They weren't just shooting blindly, it wasn't "spray and pray", they had his range. He guessed it to be one shooter. As soon as their was a lull in the firing, probably when the guy would have to reload, he would get up and get the F' out of here.
He got his chance. He glanced up towards the direction of the shooter, noticed nothing out of the ordinary. He thought for a brief second about putting some rounds down range, but quickly shot that idea down "let them think I'm dead" he thought.
Raul Gomez got to his feet and headed back South at a full run. About fifteen yards into the run, he noticed movement out of the corner of his eyes. As he turned, he caught four bullets in his back and side. Then immediately another four bullets. His FN fell out of his hands and he crumpled to the ground.
He lay there breathing shallowly. Four 7.62x39mm rounds had penetrated his plueral cavity, doing irreversible damage to heart and lungs. 2 more rounds had perforated his abdomen and one had shattered part of his pelvic bone.
Raul still was not finished. Through one blurry eye, Raul looked upon one of his killers as his mind tried in a vain attempt to signal his right arm to draw his Glock 17 from a holster on his waist. Finally, as his arm began to get close to the butt of the weapon, he was rewarded. Two 7.62x39mm rounds entered Raul's head and ended his life.
The React team swept the area and found another wounded Gomez. He also was shot in the head and searched. Weapons were retrieved.
Murph was doing his best to keep Barney from expiring.
Barney's chest wound had caused a pneumothorax. Murph used the plastic from the Israeli battle dressing wrapper to make an Ascherman(sp) seal. If the chest wound wasn't bad enough, the gut shut just plain sucked.
The gut shot was penetrating, and had caused a pile of damage to his GI tract. Dark red blood flowed copiously (sp) from the abdomenal wound.
Lyle was at Murph's side while Murph worked feverishly.
"Murph. Murph. He's dead." Lyle said as he looked at Barney's still open eyes.
"Awww F' man!" Murph said. Murph rarely ever cursed at all, and in 5 years Lyle could never remember hearing the "F" word out of him.
"**** dude, I caused this. He was right, we should have waited." Lylesaid.
"Your bleeding too." Murph said as he noticed Lyle''s wound on the arm. Grabbing his dressings out of his pouch, he tore one open, unfolded it and applied pressure to one hole.
"Hold this while I open the other one." Murph said.
"It's a good thing I got two of them." Lylesaid.
Murph just smiled. Him, Bill and Jim had long ago urged everyone to carry as many of these as they could- two in the compass pouch per SOP, one behind each canteen, one in your pants pocket of your BDU's, etc.
Murph got Lyle quickly bandaged. "You gotta stay cool now. We gotta get the hell out of here and meet up with the rest of the Group at Echo. I'll carry Barney." He looked in Lyle's eyes, "You o.k?"
"Yeah, yeah, yes." Todd said.
"We can't carry all their weapons with us. Pack the pistols with us, pull the bolts from the rifles, we will take the bolts with us and find a place to hide the rifles here." Murph said.
"Alright, you guys take off. Steve and I will take care of the weapons and be right behind you." Lyle said.
"No! We all go together. We'll wait." Murph said.
The weapons consisted of a Colt Python that looked as if it was Chrome, the Glock Raul was carrying (both of these were packed), 3 FN-FAL's and one Chinese SKS carbine. The bolts were pulled and packed from the rifles and the rifles ditched in a small depression under a Bayberry bush then covered in pine needles. The field gear was ditched a few yards away.
Steve pulled out a GPS and marked each site, then glanced around and made mental note of the surroundings.
Jim, Rusty, Chuck, Bill and the rest of the crew waited at Point Echo. Some time back shots were heard off in the distance to the Southeast.
"They must still be whittlin' them down." Jim said to Rusty.
"They'll do alright." Rusty said reassuringly to Jim.
"I know" was all Jim could say.
Later
"Got two people coming up to my left, about 50 yards out." Bill said.
"Hold your fire, that's probably them." Jim said.
"Yep, they are signaling." Bill said.
"Lyle calling Jim, come in over"
"Go ahead Lyle this is Jim, over"
"Coming in light, Act 3 over"
"Roger... Confirm?"
"Coming in light, Act 3 over"
"Roger, pass go, collect 200. Confirm. Over"
"Pass go, collect 200. Confirm. Out."
"****!" Jim said.
"What is it?" Rusty asked.
"Someone got killed." Jim replied.
"Is it over?" Bill asked.
"Yes, but we will still hold this position for a while just in case. I want you and two of the guys to escort them back to the retreat. Reload, tend any wounded, full guards. We will be out here a few more hours." Jim said.
"Got it." Bill said.
Damn. That was two good men in a very short period of time. "It's a good thing we started out with so many" Jim thought. "I pity the folks that thought they could get through the apocalypse with just their drunk *** brother in law. They are hurting' turtles right now." Two men down. . "Acceptable loses" were for the military. Their was no such thing as "acceptable loses" in a survival Group. Every life counted, every life mattered, every life would be missed.
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