The next day the helicopter came. Hovering above the marines, all packed up and ready to leave, it kicked up dust and debris. Grossi was sheltering himself with his group and suddenly he felt a familiar poke at his heel. It was Fred.
"He was terrified but he was there," Grossi said, "and I was like, 'alright, let's go!'"
Fred traveled in a duffel bag among the unit, who were determined to keep his presence on the down low.
"If I got caught with him, I could go to jail," Grossi said. "And he would be put down, no questions asked."
When he arrived at the base, Grossi managed to smuggle Fred unnoticed into a friend's pick-up truck, and as they were driving, Grossi saw a yellow sign with red letters: DHL. "[The shipping company] had set up a station while we were out in the field. It was amazing timing," Grossi said.