Ross, Dead?

General Ross sat inside a tank, clutching a radio as he roared out orders, commanding the soldiers to fight as they retreated. "Notify the carrier strike group immediately. Have them carpet-bomb the area with heavy firepower! Give them the coordinates behind our army and tell them to level it—stop getting tangled up with them head-on! And contact that bitch Donnie right now. I'll talk to him myself!" Ross shouted, his eyes bloodshot. The moment the line connected, Ross launched into a barrage of questions.