"I need you to radio in for some forgetin' birds over here, we got some seriously wounded in this jeep!" She scans the man for wounds, and realizes that he's riddled with burns and shrapnel wounds. "I can't do stuff for him out here, he's forgeted unless we get some forgetin' medical Chinook out here! Oh, stuff!" She drops to one knee from her kneeling position, firing on a man with an RPG on a rooftop. He falls down in a spiral. "We need some more forgetin' air support, we're losing ours!" An RPG slams into one of the MH-6 Little Birds, the Rangers on the side engulfed in flames, their screams the last sound coming from their bodies, as they fall from the helicopter. "Holy loving stuff! We need more loving air support!"