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going to be late for lunch." Robert looked at the altimeter. The needle was dropping rapidly. He activated his radio mike.
    "Romeo to home base. We've taken a hit."
    "Home base to Romeo. How bad is it?"
    "I'm not sure. I think I can bring it home."
    "Hold on." A moment later the voice returned.
    "Your signal is 'Charlie on arrival.'" That meant they were cleared to land on the carrier immediately.
    "Roger."
    "Good luck."
    The plane was starting to roll. Robert fought to correct it, trying to gain altitude.
    "Come on, baby, you can make it." Robert's face was tight. They were losing too much altitude.
    "What's our ETA?"
    Edward looked at his chart.
    "Seven minutes."
    "I'm going to get you that hot lunch." Robert was nursing the plane along with all the skill at his command, using the throttle and rudder to try to keep it on a straight course. The altitude was still dropping alarmingly. Finally, ahead of him, Robert saw the sparkling blue waters of the Tonkin Gulf.
    "We're home free, buddy," Robert said.
    "Just a few more miles."
    "Terrific. I never doubted" And out of nowhere, two MiG's descended on Page 22
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    the plane with a thunderous roar. Bullets began thudding against the fuselage.
    "Eddie!
    Bail out!" He turned to look. Edward was slumped against his seat belt, his right side torn open, blood spattering the cockpit.
    "No!" It was a scream.
    A second later, Robert felt a sudden, agonizing blow to his chest. His flight suit was instantly soaked in blood. The plane started to spiral downward. He felt himself losing consciousness. With his last ounce of strength, he unfastened his seat belt. He turned to take a final look at Edward.
    "I'm sorry," he whispered. He blacked out and later had no recollection of how he ejected out of the plane and parachuted into the water below. A Mayday call had been sent out, and a Sikorsky SH-3A Sea King helicopter from the U.S.S. Yorktown was circling, waiting to pick him up. In the distance, the crew could see Chinese junks rapidly closing in for the kill, but they were too late.
    When they loaded Robert into the helicopter, a medical corpsman took one look at his torn body and said, "Jesus Christ, he'll never even make it to the hospital." They gave Robert a shot of morphine, wrapped pressure bandages tightly around his chest, and flew him to the 12th Evacuation Hospital at Cu Chi Base. The "12th Evac," which served Cu Chi, Tay Ninh, and Dau Tieng bases, had four hundred beds in a dozen wards, housed in quonset huts arranged around a U-shaped compound connected by covered walkways. The hospital had two intensive-care units, one for surgery cases, the other for burns, and each unit was seriously overcrowded.
    When Robert was brought in, he left a bright red trail of blood across the hospital floor.
    A harried surgeon cut the bandages from Robert's chest, took one look, and said wearily, "He's not going to make it. Take him in back to cold storage."
    And the doctor moved on.
    Robert, fading in and out of consciousness, heard the doctor's voice from a far distance. So, this is it, he thought. What a lousy way to die.
    "You don't want to die, do you, sailor? Open your eyes. Come on." He opened his eyes and saw a blurred image of a white uniform and a woman's face. She was saying something more, but he could not make out the words. The ward was too noisy, filled with a cacophony of screams and moans of patients, and doctors yelling out orders, and nurses frantically running around administering to the savaged bodies that lay there.
    Robert's memory of the next forty-eight hours was a haze of pain and delirium. It was only later that he learned that the nurse, Susan Ward, had persuaded a doctor to operate on him and had donated her own blood for a transfusion. Fighting to keep him alive, they had put three IV's into Robert's ravaged body and pumped blood through them simultaneously. Page 23
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    When the operation was over,