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.
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