'I think you killed him, Lyons. Now move it. We gotta hold this place until the cavalry arrives.' Blancanales lifted his hand radio to his mouth. 'Gadgets, he's dead. Lieutenant Silveres. Lieutenant! Send out the calls.'
On the river cruiser, as the gunners on the deck continued raining high-explosive grenades on the mercenaries, Lieutenant Silveres pressed the transmit button of the long-distance radio, having been briefed by Gadgets on its workings, and sent a high-speed taped message by satellite to American stations in Bolivia, Peru, Washington, D.C., and Virginia.
Then he changed frequencies to radio his commander in the nation's capital of Brasilia.
'Men of the American Phoenix have torn into the heart of a great sickness. I was with them. We live. It is great to live! It is great to be here at this victory, greater than you will ever know! Allow me this moment of glory with these men. Then I return. But such men as these will never leave me in spirit. I salute them in your name. These damn Yankees...!'
