Be advised. We've got zips in the wire down here.
Roger your last, Bravo Six. Can't run it any closer. We're
hot to trot and packing snake and nape, but we're bingo on fuel.
For the record, it's my call. Dump everything you've got left on my
pos. I say again, expend all remaining in my perimeter.
It's a lovely fucking war. Bravo Six out.
Roger your last, Bravo Six. We copy. It's your call. Get them all in
their holes down there. Hang tough, Bravo Six. We're coming cocked for treetops.