" Gun up,' he whispered to Skosh. The word went back to invisible kids lying on the jungle floor. 'Set it in here,' Mellas whispered to Conman. 'Put Vancouver with his machine gun one-eighty from it.'

'He won't like it.'

'To hell with him. Send a fire team around to the left. We'll cover with Mole if they get into the shit. Who do you want to go?'

Now it was Conman's turn to play God, at age nineteen. He shut his eyes. 'Rider.'

So some are chosen to die young. "

― Karl Marlantes