When the count reached one, the door was wrenched open and the grenade was rolled into the room. After the explosion, we charged in, a snaking line of order in the chaos of debris and body parts. When I saw a torso that looked like it might be alive I pulled the trigger. My teammates did the same. The poorly-trained occupants of the bungalow were quickly neutralized. We marched out in as orderly a fashion as we had entered and stowed our gear in our truck. The bodies were then removed from the kitchen and we broke out the beer.