Casualties Of War Page #2

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-It ain't nothing, Brownie.

-You sure, man?

It sure feels like something.

It feels bad, sarge.

It ain't nothing, man.

Eriksson, the sarge says

I'm gonna be okay, man.

Oh, yeah. No sweat, Brownie.

F*** this sh*t, man!

F*** this!

Let's go, let's go!

Come on, move it!

Sarge!

Look in my f***ing eyes!

I'm gonna hypnotize you!

-Go.

-You're fine.

I know it, man.

I know it.

I know.

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

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

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

Sergeant! Sergeant Meserve, you're to

go two clicks back to the road.

APCs are there to

take you to Ap Thanh.

Take a truck back to Wolf.

The company's regrouping there.

-Is that understood?

-You better watch your back here.

This ville is bullshit.

They're harbouring VC.

We'll bust some chops

before we leave.

-Don't you worry.

-Torch the f***ing place.

Hey, hey, there it is.

My rack, my rack!

So, what are you gonna do?

Get shitfaced and go hump

the brains out of some hos.

-I don't know. I'm too tired.

-Come on. Are we on duty or off?

Let me have a beer.

-No. You should have bought more.

-Give the guy a beer.

-They're mine.

-I'll give you 1000 pi.

-You should have thought ahead.

-10,000 pi.

For one?

Oreos. I'll give you some cookies.

-I was hoping you were still around.

-Forget about it.

We just spent some time

in a combat zone.

The lieutenant had difficulty

getting his head out of his ass...

...and left us in the jungle

like a bunch of crazed motherfuckers.

-What happened to you guys?

-I don't think anybody knows.

-I just about got killed, though.

-What was that like?

I went nuts.

-You wanna shower?

-Later.

Come on, I want to shower.

Let's go shower.

-Wanna shower?

-F***ing A.

Hey, sarge.

It's the sarge.

Hey, sarge. This a**hole, Clark,

bought one beer off me...

...for 10,000 pi.

Ain't that some sh*t?

Sarge, are we on duty or off?

-Off.

-F***ing A.

We've been detailed a long-range

recon in the morning.

We're off till 2100.

Where we gonna go?

The lieutenant will brief me.

I'll brief you guys, 2100.

We're out of here

at 0600.

-We're off till then?

-Yeah.

Let's go shower, man.

Sarge, we're gonna take a shower.

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna go into town and get laid.

Sarge?

What do you hear

about Brownie?

He's dead.

This place is bullshit.

I hate this f***ing place.

-They ought to blow it up and pave...

-F***ing A.

Brownie could make me laugh, man.

And I like to f***ing laugh.

You know...

...I never knew a far-out spade dude

like Brownie before Brownie.

They shouldn't make you hump

the boonies when you're short.

They should send you home.

You'd be short when you were close

to where you didn't have to go.

-So what?

-So nobody'd want to go.

I don't want to go now.

They keep moving it back.

They move it back. Pretty soon

they wouldn't send anybody here.

What's wrong with that?

What I'm saying is these

f***ing gooks are sh*t, man!

They're lowlifes!

Every motherf***er in that ville.

Every man, woman and child knew

about the f***ing mortars.

They knew about the snipers,

and they just let them zap Brownie.

They're slugs.

They're roaches, and total destruction

is the only way to deal with them.

-Sorry, sarge. Passes are cancelled.

-What?

-The ville's off-limits.

-What did he say?

-For how long?

-Indefinitely.

-He's serious, man.

-F*** them.

-Watch it, sarge!

-Come on.

-Motherfucking...

-Take it easy.

That was easy!

-Motherfucking easy!

-What we gonna do?

Know what this sh*t's about?

F***ing Cong is in town tonight.

Charlie's in the whorehouse.

-No sh*t?

-Didn't you know?

Charlie's gotta get laid too.

He works hard killing us. Don't he?

What are we gonna do, sarge?

What are we gonna do?

Goddamn it!

The Cong's getting laid.

And we're just...

It ain't fair, you know?

Am I talking?

I can't tell

if I'm talking or not.

Diaz, how you doing?

Do one of you guys got a Playboy

on you I can borrow?

-Jeez, on me?

-Yeah.

-I gotta find one.

-Somebody sent you a present.

This is Diaz.

He's Brown's replacement.

We're out of here in the morning

at 0500.

I want everyone carrying two frags.

Make sure you got smoke. Sit down.

Leave your vest.

I don't want any heat casualties.

Beyond that, wear what you want,

as long as it's charmed...

...as long as it's helped you survive.

Our destination is Hill 209

in the Tra Khuc Valley.

The hill's here.

There are caves,

there might be VC.

We're looking for tunnels, bunkers,

unmapped trails, whatever.

Now, the orders are we don't shoot

except in self-defence.

You get one of these f***ers

out in the open, you waste him.

All right.

We're leaving an hour early because

we detour 2000 meters to the south...

...to the ville of Nghia Hanh.

What we're gonna do is

requisition ourselves a girl.

A little portable R and R.

It'll break up the boredom,

keep up morale.

I want charmed people around me.

So bring your good-luck stuff.

Like this, sarge?

Does it feel lucky?

It looks lucky.

He really say that?

He wouldn't do it, would he?

Bring a girl?

Are you crazy?

As short as he is?

He is out of here

in less than 30 days.

So why did he say it?

I don't know.

What did the other guys think?

Everybody was joking.

Clark.

Clark says:

"What's this, some new

addition to Lurp rations?"

Right. I mean,

some broad in your pack.

You see how nuts that sounds?

That'll never happen, G.I.

That is the one, sarge.

She's the pretty one.

Take the pretty one.

-Get over here, you f***ing c*nt!

-Jesus God!

Hold her.

What's going on?

You wanna suck this,

you f***ing whore?

You wanna suck this,

you f***ing whore?

You guys done this before?

No.

This is unbelievable.

I didn't think he meant it, Hatch.

Did you?

I don't know, man.

Let's move. I want to be

out of here by first light.

What do you want?

What do you want?

You want her to have this?

All right, no sweat. No big thing.

She can have it!

Shut up, b*tch!

Let's get out of here, sarge.

Get some rest. You're upset.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Yep. We're gonna win

her heart and mind. If she's got one.

Hey, sarge.

A few more clicks, we'll rest.

-I thought you were kidding.

-I was serious as a heart attack.

That's what I mean.

This is kidnapping, ain't it, sarge?

Take the point.

-Go relieve Hatch on point.

-Why?

You got the point.

-Go!

-Yeah. Right.

Hatch, slow up.

I'm supposed to relieve you.

It's just like Genghis Khan, man.

That's what I was thinking.

-Ever heard of Genghis Khan?

-What?

-What are you talking about?

-Meserve is unbelievable.

I mean, what we're doing...

...it's fantastic.

Why didn't we think of it before?

-This is nuts.

-It ain't nuts. It's what armies do.

-We ain't Genghis Khan.

-You're the one who's nuts.

It's the 20th century, man.

We're supposed to be here

to help these people.

I'm definitely gonna f*** this b*tch.

What's the matter with you?

You okay? Come here.

Come here for a second. Come here.

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