Considering the prisoner, his gear and his rifle, Barry tried not to ask himself exactly how many extra pounds he was carrying, or how long he’d march before actually passing out.
The terrain was uneven and every time he had to lift one foot a bit higher to keep from tripping or something, the effort became excruciating. His ankle, which was still a little painful from the outward march seemed on the verge of almost breaking.
At the first plain they met, Barry tried for the umpteenth time to point his AK out in front of him.
With a hostage on his back, he could hardly even shoot let alone fight a battle if it had been necessary. The front unit (the one with the two rucksacks) would have to.
Jesus.
“Whatever happens – Barry said to the hostage -, don't ever let go of me”
“Fine”
“Really... Even if they are shooting at us, don't let go. 'Cause if you do, you’ll still have to run, but for yourself”
“Ok”
The Baker team continued marching.
“My name is Eddie. Eddie Johnson. What's your name buddy?”
“I am Snake”
*
There were four prisoners of which three were privates and the civilian was a mechanical engineer. The Baker team only actually became acquainted with them twenty-four hours later, the first night they actually got to rest in the jungle.