Yeah, I remember it.

About three years ago, we were in South America and our so-called captain was in bed with the enemy. We were surrounded before we knew it. We tried to fight, but there was just too many of 'em, so we started droppin' like flies, one by one till it was just Jake and me.

They put away their guns—tryin' to save ammo I guess—and came at Jake with knives. He was out of bullets, but he still stood his ground. Helluva thing to see; I couldn't believe how strong and intense he was. But reinforcements came eventually and saved us at the last minute. The kid put up a good fight, but he was a mess because of the whole thing.

- Soldiers of Fortune