Casualties Of War

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Let's NDP here.

We're gonna NDP here.

Eriksson, hold up.

Set up claymores

on the left flank.

Did that sound

hollow to you, man?

What?

Wait.

We could be standing right over their

tunnels right now, couldn't we?

Right under us

at this very second...

...could be VC tunnels

as far as the eye can see.

-Sh*t!

-What was that?

Fix that sound!

-I hate f***ing mortars.

-Fix that sound, sergeant.

They're after somebody else.

Who are they after?

-Is it 3rd Platoon?

-Captain Hill says Alpha's hit.

-Do they know we're here?

-What do you say, Meserve?

-I'll get it to you ASAP.

-Sergeant Hawthorne!

Set out security to the flanks,

front and rear.

But not too far so they

get separated from us.

Yes, sir.

Eriksson, take the right flank.

Call Superman 0-2.

We need a fix on the tube.

-We'll adjust by the sound.

-Roger.

Superman 0-2, Superman 0-2...

-What the f*** is going on?

-Cease fire!

-What do you got, man?

-Cease fire!

I saw a gook, sarge.

One of them gooks from the ville.

-You recognizing people?

-I saw him!

The tube's kicking ass on Alpha.

F*** this!

The tube's got a fix on us!

Oh, Christ!

They found us!

They're walking them in on us!

Superman 0-2, Superman 0-2.

Let's move!

The tube's got a fix on us.

Left flank! Move on!

Go, go, go!

Silent Twin 0-2, out.

Go! Go!

Goddamn it, move!

Oh, Jesus! Oh, Jesus!

Jesus Christ! Oh, God!

Jesus Christ. Oh, God.

-Where's Hawthorne?

-Up this way.

Eriksson's on right flank.

He ain't in yet.

This war's getting old, Mr. Meserve.

Here comes arty!

F***!

Oh, sh*t!

Oh, Jesus!

Okay, Brownie, you get up there with

them. Keep your sh*t together.

My sh*t is forever together.

I'm an armour-plated motherf***er!

Oh, f***! Help me!

Oh, f***! Help me.

Somebody help me!

What's wrong with my arm?

Where's my arm?

-I got something for you.

-You gotta find my arm.

-We gotta move!

-Calm down, soldier!

Help me! Help me!

Help me, somebody!

Help me! Help!

We found your f***ing arm.

-Calm the f*** down.

-Here you go.

Here's your arm. Here's your arm.

All right, let's get out of here!

Somebody help. Help me.

Help me.

Somebody help me.

Oh, God.

Help! Help!

Help me! Somebody!

Sarge, I need help! Help.

Sarge, help me! I'm stuck!

Oh, I'm stuck. Help me.

-Thank God!

-Pull!

Oh, sh*t!

I'll put some tracers up there.

-Back me up with the thumper, okay?

-Right.

-Ready?

-Yeah.

Get some.

Get some, motherf***er!

Get some! Motherf***er!

Motherf***er!

Yeah, you f***!

Yeah.

Some mad f***ing minute,

huh, cherry?

-We're getting too short for this.

-We ain't short yet.

Thirty days and a wake-up.

We damn near invisible.

You're gonna DEROS out of

this jungle and these clothes.

Put me on that Freedom Bird

and I figure I'm short...

...and maybe

the f***er's gonna crash.

Can you imagine that?

Escape from Nam...

-...to die an airline fatality.

-Never happen, cherry.

You survive the Nam,

you get to live forever.

How long you been here?

-Three weeks.

-Three weeks?

You're breaking my heart.

You know, Meserve,

I've been thinking.

Maybe it's time we stopped

balling these b*tches.

We might end up

home diseased.

Dinky dau, man.

The Nam's a trip.

First you don't know sh*t,

then you don't give a sh*t.

I mean, you care, but it's just

humpbacked and crooked, you know?

The cherry'll get wasted

because he don't know nothing.

We'll end up in peril because

we don't care about nothing.

-I care, Brown.

-Sure you do.

It's just humpbacked

and crooked, you know?

Clark...

...you and Hatcher and Eriksson

spread out here.

Stay alert.

And don't get lost.

Brownie, let's didi.

Hershey bar number one!

Good stuff. Take a big bite.

Check out this sad ass, man.

Sui? It's mango.

Quit begging. They don't want your

candy bar. Give it to me.

Cam on ong very much.

Don't eat anything they give you.

Go back where you're supposed to be.

You want to die horribly?

-No, sarge.

-You were gonna eat it?

These people are confused.

Are they Cong or not?

-They're schizophrenic.

-Depends on who scared them last.

You eat some razor blades or

glass in something they give you...

-...what are you dead of?

-Stupidity.

It's a rog, Brown.

Much affirmed.

Yes, indeed.

We're overjoyed to have travelled

...to assist them in their struggle

to upgrade themselves.

Every one of them is old or kids.

That ain't good.

This is a retirement ville.

Sort of like Florida.

I wasn't gonna eat that.

I didn't want to be rude.

-Rude?

-Yeah.

Rude? I'll smack you upside the

head for talking that foolishness!

You do something rude, you say,

"Sorry about that."

For example,

you strangle their chickens...

...cop their rice, or barbecue

their f***ing hootch...

...you say, "Sorry about that."

Let me hear you say it.

"Sorry about that."

Sorry about that.

I got something for us, sir.

We asked him which path was safe.

One day he says one,

next day the other.

You VC? VC?

Number f***ing 10! VC?

-You number f***ing 10?

-No!

-You VC?

-VC, no! No.

No, no, no.

All right! We got it!

Number one, old man.

-Come on.

-Eriksson!

I hope that ain't your

idea of fun, buddy.

This is some

piece of equipment!

Don't look like it to me.

Look like some tree got tangled up.

And this fool gonna tie it to his cow.

Do you know how

one of these things works?

Ain't you supposed to be

hauling water to your pals...

...instead of hanging out

with this motherf***er?

-Yeah.

-So let's go, then.

Right. Okay. No, no, no.

All right. Sh*t.

Sarge wants us together,

we best do it.

Don't you want to get home

for your own ploughing?

-You're married, right?

-Yeah.

Yeah, yeah,

come on, motherf***er!

What the f***

was I talking about, man?

This some bad-ass Thai stick, man.

You got any babies?

That's what I was talking about.

-A little girl.

-A little girl?

Now ain't that my point?

What were you doing back there?

Sarge had to save you.

The ground opened up on me.

I'm hanging there. Half in,

half out of one of the tunnels.

Mortar rounds coming straight

at me. Boom, boom, boom!

-I couldn't believe it.

-Did you pee your pants?

-Don't be shy. Talk to me.

-I'm talking.

You ain't telling me nothing.

Your ass was stuck in a rabbit hole?

So, what happened?

-Man, come on.

-Come on.

Think of me as your priest.

-Lutherans don't have priests.

-Did you pee your pants?

If the sarge hadn't come back for me,

I sure would have.

Without sarge, you ain't nothing

but a sack of sh*t.

You ain't walking along

jiving with me.

You so much grief bagged and tagged

that your people moan all their lives.

Right, sarge?

Hatch!

-Hatcher!

-What?

You got 30 days to learn

what you can from me and Meserve.

Hatcher!

-Listen up.

-I'm listening.

We gonna DEROS

and leave Freedom Frontier...

One o'clock!

Behind you!

Oh, my God, I hit it!

Sarge!

All right, cease fire! Cease fire!

-I told you this place wasn't safe.

-The bastards set us up!

Sarge, I'm in trouble, man.

I'm in trouble, sarge.

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