Hello Chase

I wasn't aware you are a black man.

A machinegun once tore me to pieces.
My life was running out fast and my buddies were screaming for a dustoff to get me out quick. One tried and was nearly shot down - the LZ was declared too hot for extraction.
A young pilot came in anyway and hovered while pieces were flying off his bird, screaming over the hell roar to get me aboard NOW as my buddies ran through a hail of lead carrying me - I was so slippery with blood they kept dropping me, but they'd pick me up again and run.

Half the hands carrying me were black.

Two of them belonged to Butch from Deeeeeeetroyit as he liked to say it. My Cracker self and him used to argue about the Civil War all day long all the time.

That's what Brotherhood is Chase. Too bad it only seems to exist in hell.