with the help of air support, they d freed brad larson and two others from the humvee where they d been pinned down for hours. you thought larson was gone. i remember just giving him a hug. i ve known larson since he had come into the service. i mean, we ve been together forever. by now, most of the camp was on fire, but larson was alive and equipped with vital supplies from the barracks. he brought the platoon drink with him, knowing that our barracks might be the next that catches on fire and burn them to the ground. so he grabbed his 12-pack stash that he had kept in the barracks on his way out and a carton of my camel lights. it was a rare moment of relief during one of the worst fire fights in the afghan war.