 I looked over my left shoulder and I noticed that the Marine Sergeant Box had been shot multiple times, and he was obviously severely injured. Upon seeing that, you know, he was a good probably 10 meters away from me. This was about 30 feet. The fire was coming in really effective in a very high volume, impacting everywhere around us. I didn't want to leave shilling right then. And so I was, you know, telling him, hey, you know, use all your strength and do everything you can to get to me. You know, and I just kept yelling at him, you know, to just do what he could, but he wasn't making any progress. Evaluated the situation and I already thought, you know, hey, I'm not going to make it through this because there's no cover. The fire is coming in and it's just a matter of time before I'm dead. And so I figured if that's going to happen, then I'm going to try to help somebody while I can. I just got up and ran to him. The adrenaline was pumping and you had some fear, but you have a job to do and you had a buddy that was wounded and he needed help. Just like anybody else who wears a uniform, we made the decision to go get him. I ran out there and Box was not a small man by any means. He was well over six feet and well north of 200 pounds. So that was just a little small specialist back then. Being deployed, I think I probably weighed 160 pounds. So it was definitely a challenge, but I went out there, I grabbed the handle on the back of his body armor, started dragging him back to the concealment because it was better than being out in the open. But as I was doing it, it seemed like everybody who could see us was focused right on trying to fire at me. And I noticed that they weren't shooting at Box before, but as soon as I went out there, they were shooting at both of us. They kept concentrating this fire on us that there's a chance he could get hit again and I didn't want that to happen. I drug him a little bit, probably five, ten feet, and then the fire was just too intense and it was coming too close to him. So I made the decision to run back to Kane's position, you know, get behind that concealment. And what I was thinking is if I could draw their fire back to me, they would leave him alone, he won't get hit again. I'd wait for them to follow me till I got back and they'd ease up their fire, you know, or focus on somewhere else. When the fire died, I'd run back out and do the same thing. And so I think it probably took about three or four times before I got him back to where the concealment was. That's when I began to work on him. He had been shot in his left leg, if I remember correctly. So I put a tourniquet on that to stop the bleeding and that stopped pretty quickly. I saw he had been shot in the right shoulder as well, cut off his uniform top and bandaged him up. You know, they teach us when we're evaluating a casualty, you know, make sure you do a thorough head-to-toe check. Make sure that there's no other wounds you missed. And as I was doing that, I noticed he had a pretty large exit wound on his lower right rib cage. It was bleeding pretty bad. I just did what I could with what I had to try to stop the bleeding. His wounds are pretty severe. At that time, I can't remember thinking he wasn't going to make it, but I knew I wasn't going to stop trying. You know, no matter what the outcome, I'm going to do what I can with what I have. And as I'm working on him, you know, you have the hiss and cracks of enemy rounds coming pretty close to you. They were still impacting around us, but just not severely as before. We were behind that concealment of that tree, so they were pretty much shooting blind, just hoping to hit somebody. I just kept working on him trying to stop the bleeding until he succumbed to his wounds.