“About twenty meters from the landing zone, Dawson heard the engines of the Blackhawk coming to life and saw the big rotor blades beginning to move. Anticipating the prop wash, he pulled a balaclava up over his nose and his goggles down over his eyes, as he continued to pick his way through the rocks toward the helicopter. Winger stayed close behind him, his M-4 constantly pivoting to sweep the terrain in tandem with his head.”
This is pretty typical. I’d get back to Camp Victory in Iraq or Camp Leatherneck in Afghanistan and try to get to a shower. This kind of thing leaves you full of dirt and sand – down your neck, in your ears, in your hair….. It’s a mess.