Heavy weapon in a defilade below, I ain't got a shot.
Panzer move. Parker! Targets 8 o'clock low!
Parker: Shit!
God grant me strength.
C'mon. Displace
C'mon!
(GI's screaming)
Cover Upham!
Cover!
Cover!
(GI screaming)
Parker: I'm out of 30 caliber.
Blessed be the Lord my strength, which teach my hands to war, and my fingers to fight.
My goodness, and my fortress; my high tower, and my deliverer;
My shield, and he in whom I trust;
Parker, get out!
(Explosion)
