Battle For Haditha

What do you wanna know?

I live in a sh*t barracks,

constant threat.

I get shot at any minute,

through any window.

I wake up every morning,

do the same patrols every day.

And basically,

the only thing I'm fighting for

that I know that I'm fighting for

is to make it home

each and every day

without getting killed.

Because I don't know why we're here.

Oh I know why we're here

but I don't know--

Yeah, I don't know

why we're here.

I mean, I've seen a...

I'd say about

all dressed in black,

in a burqa, or whatever

they call them dresses.

pull out an AK from under her skirt

and starts spraying.

Needless to say,

she got-- I mean,

she became a combattant,

and that's the truth, you know.

Like...men, women, child,

if they pick up a gun and start

shooting at you

they are considered combattants

and that's reality.

It's also just like hunting.

I've hunted deer and

coyotes and sh*t.

It's like a person

thinks the same,

tries to think like

another person would.

with a weapon.

So, it's luck.

It's the ultimate style of hunting,

is war.

Like, this is the planet Earth.

The body, right?

Body is planet Earth.

and Iraq...is the cornhole,

the brown hole, the a**hole,

whatever you wanna call it.

with a bunch of dingleberries.

Insurgents.

A bunch of dingleberries

hanging around,

just waiting for a sh*t storm.

And we just happen to

be the f***ing turds...

going through

the a**hole.

And all the dingleberries

are just surrounding us,

trying to kill us.

That's what I think about Iraq.

Just a giant butthole.

Hey Jack!

F*** ya!

I love that sh*t!

Look at my f***ing ass!

Hey! This is why I f***ing

love the Marine Corps.

All right, let's move!

Hey Corporal Marquez.

Take a fire team across the street.

Yeah.

Look look look.

Hey!

What the f*** dawg!

I've never seen a dick that small.

Hurry up, put your little dick away.

Let's go!

- You hear that?

- Aye Corporal.

His dick is so small,

he's peeing on his nuts.

- Hurry up, get back in formation.

- OohRah.

- Ey Cuthbert.

- Yes, corporal.

- You ready to get some?

- Hua.

Found 119 IEDs,

(Improvised explosive device)

and these faggots are playing

at the side of the road.

All the insurgents

came from Falludja.

They are all here,

waiting for us.

- You know that, right?

- Yes corporal.

We're just life bait

And you retards stop f***ing around.

Chickens?

Democracy will succeed because every

month, more and more Iraqis

are fighting for their own country.

People we have liberated

will not surrender their freedom.

Democracy will succeed

because the USA

will not be intimidated

by a bunch of thugs!

? ? ? war.

...corner of Chestnut...

(unintelligible chatter on radio)

- You got DVDs?

- Yeah, sure I got.

You want? Yeah.

Are these the only DVDs you have?

Let me imagine what you're looking for.

You're looking for...

- Boom boom?

- Boom Boom!

- That's what I'm talking about.

- Yeah. All right.

Try it and you must trust me.

So I didn't trust you?

Yeah, I don't trust you motherfuckers

for anything.

I'm sorry, I have to go.

I leave you with my uncle,

he will give you a good deal, okay?

Hey Marcus, check this

f***ing video out.

I bought this downtown, at the

electrical shop

off of a bunch of f***ing kids.

It was on Al Qaeda TV,

they burned it to a DVD,

It's all our guys.

They were here before us,

patroling the same f***ing streets.

Makes my ? ? ? f***ing ? ? ?

Let's kill the motherfuckers more.

Kill more people.

If they are gonna go out

and do this sh*t to us,

we should kill more of them, you know?

You're gotta be kidding me

that's all I'm saying.

- I am not f***ing dying in Iraq.

- Oh yeah?

You gotta die in Iraq

- I'd rather die f***ing drowning...

On a rag.

You wouldn't die in Iraq.

You would die on what?

- Surfing, something like that.

- Surfing? Yeah.

What, by a shark?

? ? ? butt surfing?

Shot.

Shot ? ? ?

Shark is ? ? ?

- Ramirez.

- Yeah.

- Why did you join the Marines?

- Why did I join the Marines?

- Yeah.

- To get the f*** out of Philadelphia.

There was nothing for me.

- What was wrong with Philly?

- What the f*** was wrong with Philly?

Bad ski sticks. ? ? ?

It was the year of the

ski sticks depression,

and...everything was going downhill.

No man.

I mean, it's the murder capital.

Who the f*** wants to live there?

Let me guess.

You wass in a gang.

No, actually, Philadelphia

doesn't even have gangs, dude.

So you left the murder capital of the US

to come to Falludja

the head of the

murder capitals of the world.

- These are in one war zone...

Good job, you're moving up, buddy!

...here is the Apache nearby.

Suspect seen on highway one

to the east.

Who the f*** are they?

I don't know who's f***ing

out there, sir.

I think they are talking

about misanderstanding...

the other frames. ? ? ?

Corporal Ramirez, Corporal Marcus

report as ordered, Sir.

Follow me.

Now, you guys go to camp Sparta,

down market, make a left on the Zebra,

go over to the robot,

make sure you bring us ? ? ?

- Roger that.

- Good to go?

We got Doris, she's back there.

Might be ? ? ?

Thank you.

Ey, we gotta go down Market Street.

Make a right on Chestnut.

Then go over the bridge,

over to the vehicle checkpoint.

I think everybody likes us here.

? ? ? , you f***ing retards.

- What?

- Are you a f***ing idiot?

- Sh*t!

- What was that?

A copper just smacked a 50 cal

on a truck, man

- I know, I saw it.

- He's a born dildo.

The guy's ? ? ?

(radio chatter)

C'mon. Come here.

Come on.

Go over there.

? ? ?

- It's ok.

- What are you doing?

- The kids...

- Sergeant, sorry.

Stop.

Stop!

Now stay there.

Step this way, please.

Stop. Put your hands up.

Put your hands up.

Come, hurry up.

Go.

Stop.

Get your hands in the air.

Put your hands in the air.

- Away from the door?

- Yes.

- Make it good.

- Come, hurry up.

...

...

....

Here you go, son.

- Here you go.

- You just wait, man.

Don't fall asleep.

Go, go...

Nice bag

How are you doing, sir.

What have you got?

- Good job.

- Hey man.

Did you get anything out of these guys?

Still working on it.

I'm playing my little

game of Marco Polo.

? ? ? f*** ? ? ? f***ing rifles grab chow.

Go have some f***ing chow.

- Sir.

- Ey! Clean your f***ing magazines too.

- CLP.

- All right sarge.

- Remember that sh*t.

- All right sergeant.

Last time I tell you, the f***ing

bolt was dry like a f***ing...

(8-year old? ? ? ? )

Think that's funny?

I don't think so.

Your weapon's jammed

It's not funny then,

but funny ? ? ?

Shut up.

Get on your f***ing face right now.

Hey! Douchebag.

Get on your face.

What's up with the f***ing jokes?

Sorry sergeant.

Say:
I will not be funny anymore.

- I will not be--

- Louder!

...funny anymore.

I will not be funny anymore! !

- Ey Cuthbert.

- Yo.

Come here.

What's up?

You're not ? ? ? on your ass?

You don't like me?

No, 'cause you f***ing

remind me of me, dipshit.

On my first appointment, man,

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