Tim awoke, he picked up his M4, he set it to single shot, and stood his ground. His M4 reporting in the air, each shot hitting its mark. Plumes of dirt flying up near him, he didn't budge. I refuse to give up this spot, I will not budge an inch, I'll die first. He thought. He kept firing, he was taking hits, but he could care less for his own well being. All he cared about was protecting Victoria.