So then, basically a Comanche war party stumbled upon 9 troops gathered around their camp fire having a little bean dinner with the main fort being miles and miles away. And decided to take advantage.

The war party attacked with all the whooping and hollering and black magic at their disposal, and the troops held off, scrabbling in the dirt behind their dead horses and shooting back with bravery, valor and desperation, until John Wayne arrived in the form of a helicopter.

And then the carrion birds back in DC swooped in to make a meal off the story, featuring dead and inept American soldiers, and criminally incompetent American commanders.

Too bad Spielberg will never make a movie of it.