Se cachant derrière la couverture, Bobby a vérifié que le cochon était toujours bon. Il a vérifié le baril pour détecter tout signe de surchauffe. Il avait entendu des histoires au sujet d'autres MG qui avaient des visions déformées par la chaleur. Jusqu'à présent, Jack Johnson n'a jamais eu ce problème. L'enfoiré était aussi cool que James Brown sirotant un milkshake dans une tempête de neige. Bobby a entendu les coups de feu de l'AK lentement et a regardé Buck. Il lui a fait un clin d'œil prudent et Bobby a vérifié que la voie d'alimentation de Jack Johnson était encore chargée et que la ceinture avait assez de munitions pour durer une autre ronde de feu. Verrouillé et chargé, Bobby s'est tourné vers l'endroit où Charlie avait été quelques secondes auparavant.
"J'ai quelque chose pour ton cul," Bobby a dit alors qu'il tirait en trois et quatre rafales rondes. "J'ai quelque chose pour tous ces enfoirés!"
Il a vu le mouvement dans le coin de son œil, pyjama noir. Il a maudit et a essayé de faire tourner Jack Johnson à temps. Mais l'enfoiré était trop près pour qu'il se retourne et le laisse entrer.
-- Neuf heures, cria-t-il à Buck. "Va chercher cet enfoiré!"
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