Must be fun. Aiming a laser designator at the bad guys, waiting for help from the air... and nothing happens. There you sit... or kneel, or lie, aiming your little gizmo at all hell breaking loose, just like you were trained to... and zippo. Except they keep getting closer.
Someone’s got to pay for this, I swear.
Not “someone “ Tom. The responsibility/decision lies with the Commander-in-Chief.