Fine, this guy didn't really want to die.
Without a bit of a dramatic display, who would know he was "inconsolable"?
When Kennedy died, even the CIA lowered their flag to half-mast.
The Warthog and cannon mouths are just what's needed to treat feigned compassion.
Alex Phillips ran faster than anyone, his head was also pretty good, specifically hiding inside buildings. After spraying a burst from the Warthog, he turned and left.
"Central pseudo-government air force spotted."
The commander seated in the F-111 fighter-bomber glanced below at the blazing flames, as splendid as the year when the alcoholic Nan Yun Zhongyi had four aircraft carriers destroyed.
"Retreat!"
The bombers retreated first, the escort fighters covered the rear, disappearing across the sea surface with the last bit of twilight.
Brigade Commander Alex Phillips and others stumbled toward the port where many soldiers had already gathered, some even initiating rescue efforts.
