Bobby a lâché le cochon pendant que le reste de l'escouade s'enracine dans la merde des morts. Il a entendu le sergent dire quelque chose sur AK et les munitions et a regardé ses propres fournitures.
-- Merde, dit-il quand il vit ce qui restait.
Il n'était pas à rien, mais il ne pouvait pas être aussi libre avec le feu qu'il l'aimait puisqu'il n'y avait aucune information sur le nombre de baises de CV entre ici et le prochain avant-poste de la civilisation. Buck et lui auraient à économiser ce qui restait et il aurait à viser très soigneusement.
"Ne tirez pas avant de voir les blancs de leurs putains d'yeux", se dit-il avant de crier aux autres rassemblés autour des rinçages. "Hé, quelqu'un m'apporte une de leurs armes. J'ai perdu mon putain de pistolet quand le Huey est tombé."
Name: Robert "Bobby D." Derricks
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Rank: Private First Class
Ethnicity/Nationality: African-American
Physical Description:
Bobby D. is nineteen but looks fourteen with his baby smooth face and pimply complexion. His skin is a rich, coffee-colored with a smattering of freckles around his eyes. Bobby's very skinny, just barely above the Army's minimum weight requirement. He has put on weight since carrying the Pig around has improved his upper body strength. He has gap teeth that he shows whenever he smiles or grins.
Skillset:
Bobby has a sharp intellect but that is often hidden by his constant joking
As a trained gunner Bobby is a expert at maintaining high rates of fire at the cost of accuracy
History:
Bobby D. grew up in St. Louis as the youngest of three children. His father, Bob Sr., served in World War II. Despite his parent's attempts to keep him straight Bobby ran around with a local gang of toughs. Bobby chose to be rebellious instead of use his natural intelligence to try and make something of himself. He skipped school, drank, smoked, and did drugs. He was in and out of juvie for petty offenses until he turned seventeen. Six months before his eighteenth birthday he was caught trying to hot-wire a car. Brought in front of a judge he was given a choice: ten years in state prison as an adult, or six months in juvie until he turned eighteen. After that he would be released into the Army's recognizance. He traded prison gray for army green. After a rough stint in basic, Bobby learned to keep his mouth shut and shipped out to 'Nam as a machine gunner.
Bobby D. has a reputation as a class clown among the men and often speaks in the third person.
Equipment: 
M60 Machine gun he calls Jack Johnson because "It's big, black, and knocks motherfuckers out."
Aviator sunglasses
Combat helmet with "B.A.M.F" stenciled on one side, and "El BJ" stenciled on the other.
Two days worth of C-rations