Casualties Of War Page #4

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All right, man. I'm saying it.

I'm saying I'm going up there, man.

Eriksson, you stay here.

-I'm supposed to go.

-I'm going up there and get some.

Okay? I ain't gonna miss this.

You ready?

-Meserve won't like this.

-I'm a corporal. You're a PFC.

Now you stay here.

Give me the thump gun.

-Let's didi, Hatch.

-We're gonna K.I.A. some VC.

F***ing A.

No more.

No more. I'm not gonna hurt you.

No, no, no.

I'm not gonna hurt you, okay?

I just want to untie you. All right?

Just a minute.

Okay.

Oh, God!

I'm sorry.

My friends...

...number 10.

You're sick, huh?

You're sick?

It's okay.

Oh, man, you're burning up.

You're hot.

You hungry? Hungry, food?

Eat, okay? Number one.

Get you something to eat.

Okay? Okay.

Number one. It's good, it's good.

It's okay. Good.

Okay, okay, take it easy.

I don't understand.

I don't understand.

I don't know what you're saying.

I don't know what you're saying.

-What's happening?

-Why are you here?

-Sh*t's happening.

-Where's Eriksson?

-In the hootch.

-You left him alone with the whore?

Are you nuts?

Go get him up here. Get everybody

and everything up here ASAP. Go.

I gotta do everything myself?

I'm gonna take you out of here.

Okay?

You. You.

You, me, we go.

We're gonna didi. Okay?

We're gonna go home.

Home.

We go home in the ville. Ville.

Ville.

Thank God.

Okay, that's right.

We're going home.

Wait a minute.

I can't go. You go. Go, go!

I can't go!

I'll be a goddamn deserter.

Go! No. Go!

You don't understand. Go.

No, I'm sorry! I can't do this!

I can't do it.

You don't understand!

No, I can't do this.

No, I can't do this.

Oh, Jesus. Okay. All right.

What are you doing?

Nothing, man.

Nothing.

Meserve wants everybody up top.

Shut the f*** up!

She'll give us away

with all that coughing.

We gotta waste her.

She'll get us lit up.

-Eriksson, waste the b*tch.

-What?

You heard me. Grease her.

Another boat, sarge.

Get Reilly. I want that support.

Slicks, snakes, everything.

Right, sarge.

Big Brother 0-2,

this is Silent Twin 0-2, over.

I want you to waste her.

I don't know

what you're talking about.

-Kill the b*tch.

-You're nuts!

-Yeah?

-Brownie would kick your ass on this.

He would not tolerate this bullshit!

Brownie ain't on

my frequency no more.

Brownie's dead.

You on my frequency, motherf***er?

If you ain't, you're K.I.A.,

just like those gooks there.

Let her go, sarge!

What she gonna do, man? Let her go!

-Hatcher, waste her.

-What?

-I'll do it.

-No, Hatcher's gonna do it.

-Why me?

-You piece of sh*t. You do what I say.

I don't want to.

Choppers, sarge.

Goddamn it!

They're gonna see her.

We gotta get rid of her.

We'll have every bird

circling this area.

Diaz!

-Do it!

-I'll do it, sarge.

-Diaz is gonna do it. Do it!

-Diaz, no, man. Don't do it.

-You yellow piece of sh*t! Be a man!

-Don't do it.

-Be a man! Do it! Do it!

-Don't do it!

-Do it!

-Don't let him make you.

-Don't do it, man!

-Do it!

Do it!

You f***ing piece of sh*t, do it!

-Diaz! Diaz!

-Do it! Do it!

-Do it!

-Diaz! No!

You don't have to worry

about her coughing anymore!

Eriksson, you stay here!

-Everybody else move! You cover!

-Now we're in the sh*t.

Take no names

and count the bodies!

What the hell is that? Look, sarge!

It's a gunboat.

I fixed her, sarge. I fixed her.

Everybody, move! Right flank!

Right flank!

Switch with me, Hatch. Go!

Go!

Get some, motherfuckers!

Get some!

Oh, God.

-She's getting away!

-No! No!

She's getting away!

She's getting away!

That b*tch!

I stuck her more than twice!

Waste her!

-No! Stop it!

-Waste her!

Shoot her!

Shoot her!

Shoot her!

Let's make our hat!

Rowan! Rowan!

You okay?

They did it.

We didn't think they would...

...but they did. They killed her.

-The girl?

-This ain't supposed to happen.

We go into this ville.

We just march in...

...and they take this girl.

They tie her up, they drag her out.

They f***ed her and killed her.

-It shouldn't happen.

-Jesus Christ.

I mean, this ain't supposed to happen.

Nobody f***ing told me.

Hatcher's talking...

Hatcher's talking about

Genghis Khan.

-And Meserve said I'm K.I.A.

-And Clark?

-He's nuts.

-He's here.

Eriksson, what are you

talking to him about?

I'm allowed to be talking to him.

What happens in the field

stays in the field, man.

You know that.

Everybody knows that.

Clarkie, where's Meserve?

Is he back?

What happened? You disappeared.

-I got choppered out, Clark.

-Yeah?

-We have to regroup...

-Don't pull at me!

Don't pull at me.

Reilly said in an hour.

-I'll be there.

-You better be, cherry.

Victor Charles Cong is hardcore.

They said that we were on alert.

I said, "I am always on alert."

-Did you see him, man?

-That was freaky, man.

They get me back in the bush,

I'm coming back in a bag.

You gotta tell somebody.

Who do you think?

-Tell Reilly.

-Hill's the captain.

You should tell Reilly first.

All right.

On the day I was born,

my mama grunted.

I popped out.

Took one look around.

"Sh*t," I says,

"it's Two Creeks, Texas."

So about eight years ago

I'm still in Two Creeks.

My wife's about to have

our first child.

I took her to the hospital,

a natural thing to do.

She was refused admittance to this

hospital on the basis of her race.

Which is,

as you might guess, Negro.

Next thing I know,

the baby ain't about to wait.

So my son is born

on the goddamn floor...

...of this hospital's reception room.

Eriksson, I flipped the f*** out.

I started turning over chairs...

...kicking lamps.

It wasn't long before I was in jail.

Now, wasn't I on the side

of righteousness?

So, what was I doing in jail?

What I was doing,

let me advise you...

...was fixing to shoot some

motherfuckers in that hospital.

That's what I was doing.

But you know what?

It was like they read my mind...

...and they kept me in that jail

until my mind was turned around.

When I got out,

I only wanted to see...

...my baby and my wife.

And I started thinking to myself...

...what happened

is the way things are.

So why try and buck the system?

This is what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna break up the squad,

send you in different directions.

Sir.

-I think this is...

-No, you don't think. You listen.

You'd best just relax

and try to forget about this thing.

You can't expect anything else

in the combat zone.

Is that clear?

Sir. Yes, sir.

Guys, I got some boneless chicken

I'll trade for some pound cake.

-We'd kill to keep our pound cake.

-Everybody says that.

In fact, we have killed

to keep our pound cake.

If you was me,

what would you have done?

What do you mean, man?

I mean, if you were me,

what would you have done?

I don't know.

There was this one minute,

you know?

I had this chance.

I could have got her out of there.

We both could have taken off.

And then Clark... What was I

supposed to do? Waste a corporal?

-No, man.

-Just blow away four Americans?

-No.

-What then?

Guys, I can't find my squad.

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