“again identified myself and each of my teammates, and then I reiterated that we were ready to begin the recovery process of his troops and that we couldn’t begin until he got off the Bradley. With a glassy gaze, he resisted at first, and then slowly his shoulders rolled forward and went limp, and so did the anguish in his face. He finally surrendered his grief to reason, and with a whisper, he quietly begged his staff for help. “My boys…we have to get my boys out of there. Help me get my boys out.”