 So we have no idea why we went there, where everybody else went and what went wrong. So we waited a little bit, nobody showed up. So we drove, ended up driving around the airfield, back to the hangar where we all lived. And as we're rolling up, I remember seeing about 10 American bodies have covered up lie lying on the street. Uh, one of them had an RPG still sticking out of its side. It was undetonated sandbags that piled up sandbags around them. Um, it taken the RPG around so close. It didn't have time to arm.