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Saying she had positive identification of the enemy, Beltran yelled, "I'm shooting back!"
She saw a line of armed men behind a roadside berm about 25 yards away. The men had a machine gun. The men had cover.
She kept firing.
A rocket-propelled grenade hit her Humvee on the driver's side, shattering the window and sending shards of glass into her driver. Then another.
Beltran kept firing.
"Just push forward," she urged the driver. "Take us out of the kill zone."
When she glanced at her hand, she noticed blood all over her left glove.
She had been hit, too.
She flashed on her family's faces.
She kept firing. She knew that as the gunner, it was up to her to suppress fire.
The kill zone was a mile long.
When the convoy was able to stop, she climbed out and someone took her aside for first aid. She heard there had been a casualty.
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