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As Gore watched helplessly, it almost seemed as if time stood still. He looked at the
scene in front of him. The two panicked men with the M-16s. The lieutenant moving slowly
toward them. And cowering behind some barrels, three other men, two white, one black, all
scared out of their minds.
"Ashcroft, O'Reilly, Thomas! Get your asses out of there and give me a hand," Kerry
shouted.
"If it's all the same to you, sir, we'll stay right here," said O'Reilly.
There's always a few bad apples in every unit, Gore reflected, but this was the first
time he'd encountered a unit composed entirely of bad apples.
Cheney's trigger finger twitched. Shit was about to go very wrong.
Kerry edged closer to the pair of crazed sailors. He calmly held out his hand, speaking
soothingly as if to a small child. "Gimme the gun, Cheney. C'mon, buddy. Gimme the gun."
Cheney responded by closing his eyes and squeezing the trigger. The M-16 belched
lead and fire. The pig erupted in a blur of blood and guts. Bush followed suit, blindly spraying
bullets into the sky.
Kerry tackled Cheney, and both men splashed into the water below. When Kerry surfaced,
he saw that the women, though splattered with pig blood, were unhurt. He breathed a
sigh of relief.