[FlyingEagle]

Go big on the drums.

Capt. Harris:
Be advised, we got zips in the wire, down here.

Pilot:
Roger your last, Bravo Six. Can’t run it any closer. We’re hot to trot and packin’ snake and nape, but we’re bingo fuel.

Capt. Harris:
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 f***ing war. Bravo Six out.

Pilot:
Roger your last, Bravo Six. For the copy, it’s your call. Get ‘em in their holes down there. Hang tough, Bravo Six. We are coming cocked for treetops.

[going hot]

LOL. In my case Captain Harris was the slick platoon daddy, the second one.

The first cap Harris was "Jungle Joe Harris, of constant low level-tree top level fame.