Casualties Of War Page #3

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You all right? You all right?

That was some hump, huh?

Yeah.

You want some gum?

Come here. I'm not gonna hurt you.

Do I have to mess with her?

Diaz...

No, man.

Hey, come here.

Come here, somebody.

Somebody, come here, quick.

-Come here.

-Check it out, Clark.

-Is that a farmer or VC?

-Where?

-In the pool.

-What is it, Clark?

-It's a rock, I think.

-It's moving.

The bushes are moving,

the rock ain't.

-What are you doing?

-He said to shoot them in the open.

It's a water buffalo, sarge.

Dumb, very f***ing dumb.

Aspirin. Number one. Okay.

Open.

-Hey, sarge.

-Yeah.

We on track?

Just follow the red Crayola line.

About two and a half hours

and we'll be there.

Give me a minute

on this thing we're doing.

I mean, what we're doing.

What are we doing, sarge?

We have a VC suspect.

Is that what you mean?

She's a VC whore

and we're gonna have fun with her.

But she's just a farm girl.

Look. You're the cherry here,

right? So lighten up.

-Let me carry the weight.

-What's the problem, sarge?

He don't think our VC whore

is a VC whore.

He don't? You've been in town.

They'll sell their children.

These people were sleeping

in their hootch.

He got the wrong outlook

on this thing.

You got the wrong outlook.

-What are you talking about?

-She's a VC.

-She ain't.

-I'm telling you, Eriksson.

This ain't a VC. Clark ain't.

Hatcher, he ain't no VC.

Diaz ain't no VC.

I ain't. I ain't no f***ing VC.

Now this?

This here's a VC.

And you?

You I don't know about.

Hold it up. You ain't cutting

yourself this slack, man.

You ain't humping your ruck,

hump mine.

-Why, man?

-Just put it on.

-Hey, sarge!

-Hey! I'm a corporal, Hatcher.

This is a direct order.

You hump my ruck.

Oh, man. What an a**hole!

It's all clear, sarge.

The stream's 30 meters down.

Plenty of water.

Get her inside.

Get your ruck off her, Hatcher.

Put mine over there.

We'll use this place as our C.P.

Eriksson, you and Diaz

get the chow and ammo stored.

Clark, you and Hatcher

come with me.

Let's do it.

I ain't gonna rape nobody.

You gotta back me up.

-I'll back you.

-Swear it.

I do, man. I promise.

You gotta back me too.

You got it, man.

Okay. Okay.

Okay. Okay. Okay.

It's okay. I'm not gonna hurt you.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

You're cut. You're hurt.

Let me fix it, okay?

No, no, give.

It's okay.

We'll get it clean. Okay?

I'm not going to hurt you. Okay?

I'm not going to hurt you.

Come here.

It's okay.

Stay still.

See?

It's going to be okay.

Okay, I'm your friend.

I'm your friend.

Mind if I pull up a chair?

Go ahead.

C-rats, huh? What you got there?

-Franks and beans.

-Army don't want to surprise us.

Leave that to the dinks.

How you doing?

I'm all right.

I'm sorry I jumped on you

back there.

We're out here with the Cong

hanging in every tree...

...waiting to grease us.

Humping six hours

of the worst bush.

Gooks should be fighting to get

out of here, not to keep it.

Six hours of the ugliest

snakes and spiders.

What do we have to count on?

All we have is each other. Right?

Yeah.

Come here.

I don't want any problems with you.

I'm counting on you in particular.

I don't know what's going on here.

We're gonna...

...interrogate the prisoner.

This isn't right.

We ain't supposed to do this.

Don't f*** with me.

You're taking your turn.

No. I ain't raping nobody.

You're saying no to me?

You ain't hotshot enough to say no.

Motherf***er! Motherf***er!

Think you're standing up to me?

I ain't doing it. No way.

Don't you like girls? You ain't

got a pair? Is that your problem?

-What's going on, sarge?

-He don't want to ball the dink.

-Why?

-I don't know.

-Chickenshit.

-Is that it?

Is that your problem?

-No.

-So, what is it?

-Maybe he's queer.

-You a f*ggot?

-Is that it?

-No!

So, what is it?

Everybody else is up for this.

What are you looking at Diaz for?

He's with the program.

You got a problem?

-Hell, no.

-Okay.

Would you stop looking at Diaz?

Oh, wait a minute.

Maybe he is a queer.

Maybe Eriksson's a homosexual.

We got us two gals.

Is Eriksson a f*ggot?

-I don't know.

-I think so.

He's chickenshit.

I'm gonna cut his heart out.

How we gonna count on you?

You're a VC sympathizer.

You could get killed real easy.

Don't you know that?

Somebody stumbles...

They don't mean to shoot you.

Sorry. Friendly f***ing casualty.

I mean, a body bag's a body bag.

Your mama and your daddy

are crying.

-He's dead.

-What?

-My father's dead.

-Nobody cares about your history.

-Nobody's asking about that.

-You're taking your turn. In there.

No.

Maybe when I'm done with her,

I'm gonna come after you.

When I'm done humping her,

I'm gonna hump you!

You're taking an

attack posture with me?

Yeah, you got a weapon.

Clark got a weapon. He's got a knife.

We all got weapons.

Anybody can blow anybody away...

...any second.

Which is the way

it ought to be. Always.

The Army calls this a weapon.

But it ain't.

This is a weapon.

This is a gun.

This is for fighting.

This is for fun.

Are you gonna watch?

Take security, Eriksson.

You got security.

-Who's next, man?

-Not you, man!

I wish we had some beers.

I'd really like an ice-cold beer.

Better than nothing.

Wish we had a beer.

Don't you wish you had a beer?

Are we gonna flip a coin?

-Diaz is next.

-When am I up, sarge?

-After Clark.

-That's last.

Move it, Diaz, move it!

Wish we had beer. We ought

to have some goddamn beers.

-Shut the f*** up.

-I just want a beer, man.

We should gag her.

We'll have VC all over our case.

Hatcher manages three strokes,

then he goes:

Like a f***ing mouse.

Clark had his knife to her throat.

So what?

Well...

What do you mean?

When is the last time

you had a real woman?

She was real.

I think she was real.

My brother had this car, man.

It was a '57 Chevy Bel Air.

Raked, nosed.

Had 10 coats of hand-rubbed

candy-apple-red lacquer.

The coolest.

It had a 283 in it,

bored and stroked.

The fastest thing in the street!

Diaz will relieve you at 2400, okay?

You probably like the Army,

don't you?

I hate the Army.

This ain't the Army.

This ain't the Army, sarge.

Yea, though I walk

through the valley of evil...

...I shall fear no death.

Because I'm the meanest

motherf***er in the valley.

It's a bunch of them little people.

There you go.

What do you think?

You want to light them up?

There's something happening here.

Maybe they're just fishing.

You two get back to the hootch.

Load up on extra ammo

and smoke grenades.

Diaz, get Big Brother.

I want support.

Didi mau, gentlemen.

Big Brother 0-2,

this is Silent Twin 0-2.

F***ing bullshit, man.

What did I do to deserve this?

I'm sick of babysitting this whore.

What's happening?

-Meserve wants ammo.

-We're gonna light them up.

-Where's Meserve?

-He's at the ridge.

What do I do, man?

Babysit the whore

while you guys waste some gooks?

What'd he say about me?

He didn't say anything.

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