Flags of Our Fathers Page #3

Mike, take six men

and bring that gun onto the beach.

Second Platoon, let's move out!

Stay down. Come on.

Move! Move!

- Get down!

- Take cover!

Move out!

Cover fire! Pour it on!

Ray, shift your fire to the right, now!

Corpsman!

I'm gonna sling your arm

and then I'll give you a shot for the pain!

Move, move! Off the beach!

Take cover!

You got a girl back home, Marine?

We're gonna make sure

she sees you, all right?

I need pressure on this wound!

Where's the fire coming from?

Where are they?

Look for a flash, shoot at it!

Let's go, let...

Twelve o'clock, take out the bunker!

You're over!

Third Squad, forward! Move!

Where are they, sir?

We got ten o'clock!

Ten o'clock, pillbox! Sergeant!

- Sergeant! I think I can clear that out.

- What?

All right, you go. Here.

Take these. Check your weapon.

Yeah? Go! Cover!

Cover him!

Cover, cover!

Son-of-a-b*tch.

Let's go! Go!

Move it out!

Go, go, go!

Down, down, down!

It's clear.

Good work.

I thought you said it was clear!

It was!

Sh*t, I guess they're not in there

firing at us then.

Lindberg!

Yeah!

Light it up!

I'll cover you, Ice!

Don't cover sh*t! There's already

enough people shooting!

One bullet and this thing goes up

like a Roman candle!

Go! Shift fire!

Shift your fire!

Go, go! Shift your fire!

Shift your fire!

Go! Move it out!

Hit the deck!

Stay down! Wait for support!

Is this a bad battle or what?

It's a f***ing slaughter.

Christ Jesus!

Get a machine gun team

set up over here, now!

Thank God! Tanks!

Runner! Get those tanks up here!

Oh, sh*t.

Get down!

Corporal, watch your left flank!

Let's go without them!

Move out! Move out!

Lggy, you gotta lift your side,

he's gonna roll off.

Got it, Doc!

Incoming!

Move, move, move, move!

Keep moving!

Get that LVT up on the beach!

Keep moving!

You're next, pal,

we're getting you out of here.

Move it!

Great news.

Maybe if you live up on Camp Tarawa,

'cause that's where we're headed.

Not you and me.

Captain Severance asked me

who else was in that picture,

and Christ if I could remember,

but it was Mike and Doc and Franklin

and me and Hank Hansen

but I just remembered,

you were there, too.

I wasn't there.

'Course you were.

Neither was Hank.

He raised the first flag.

It was Harlon Block that raised that one.

Sh*t. I told them it was Hank.

You weren't there, Mr. Smart Ass,

how'd you know it was Harlon?

- You tell them it was me?

- No. Like I said, I just remembered.

Good, keep your mouth shut.

They know there was somebody else,

you can see it in the picture.

Then pick someone dead.

They don't want somebody dead,

you dumb redskin,

they want to ship us back to the States.

What did I tell you?

I wasn't there.

- You hear?

- All right.

Just settle down.

- I'm not going anywhere.

- You're not going anywhere.

Who the hell says?

This is horseshit.

You wounded, son?

No, sir.

Well, did you take out a nest of Japs

butt-naked with your bare hands?

'Cause if I'm gonna give up my seat

to a hero

he better have

a good goddamn story to tell.

No, sir.

Then enjoy it, 'cause they'll forget you

before Christmas.

The sixth man, you got a name?

Sorry, still don't remember.

It's a damn shame, 'cause I promised

the Major you'd know who it was.

Fact, you not knowing

throws a doubt on you

being one of the flag-raisers yourself.

Since no one wants to be embarrassed,

the moment you land

they'll turn you around,

ship you off to Okinawa

in time to meet your buddies

on the beach.

So, why don't you stop screwing

with me? Give me a damn name.

Gangway! Gangway!

Let's go, let's go! Gangway!

Where the hell is that son-of-a-b*tch?

Hayes! Hayes?

Hayes, get your red ass over here!

Make me look like I don't know

what my own men are doing

with a flag the size

of my mother's house?

God damn it, Ira,

you shouldn't have lied to me.

You made me look like

a complete a**hole.

We're gonna miss you around here.

Good luck.

Now your name's in the paper, too.

Just heard your doctor say

we're postponing your operation.

You're being shipped back

to the mainland.

Everybody who saw that picture

thought planting the flag meant victory.

That's all they wanted to know. Victory.

Within a few weeks of that picture being

taken, half the men in it were dead.

Mrs. Hansen! Mrs. Hansen!

Did you know Hank was a hero?

- Are you proud of him, Mrs. Hansen?

- What was he like as a boy?

Look this way, please, ma'am.

What do you have to say

about your son?

But somehow being a part of it

meant something.

Looking at it, you could believe

their sacrifice was not a waste.

Yeah, I might have thought

that was Harlon, too.

It is.

Belle, their names are right here.

It's not him.

And he would be alive

and sitting right here if it wasn't for you.

You think about that

when you look at his picture, Ed.

And I need to rush home and change

because there's the Governor's banquet

and then there's the parade.

Imagine, the Governor is coming here

to meet us.

Now, I'm wearing blue so, if...

- Are you going to change?

- We interrupt this program to bring you

a special news bulletin

from CBS World News.

A press association has just announced

that President Roosevelt is dead.

The President died

of a cerebral hemorrhage.

All we know so far is that the President

died at Warm Springs in Georgia.

Further updates every hour.

Temperatures will remain

the same today,

in the mid-30s to low 40s

with clear skies.

Hello?

Yes. Of course.

No, we understand. It wouldn't be right.

Thank you.

Here he is, gentlemen.

Senator Boyd, Senator Robson.

Senator Haddigan. I'd like you to meet

Private First Class Ira Hayes.

Damn good to meet you.

Proud to make your acquaintance, son.

Sorry?

That's Pima Indian talk, boy,

don't you know your own language?

Took forever to memorize

the damn gibberish.

Sorry, I've been away from

the reservation too long, Senator.

- Doc.

- Ira.

And now, the heroes of lwo Jima!

- That's you.

- Go, go, go, go. Go.

Please welcome

Navy Corpsman John "Doc" Bradley,

Private First Class Ira Hayes,

Private First Class Rene Gagnon!

Holy sh*t.

Come in, come in, come in.

Bud Gurber, Treasury Department.

- Rene Gagnon.

- Bud Gurber.

- You showing the boys the sights?

- We saw a hell of a ball game.

That's great.

The bar's there, help yourself.

I got some briefing sheets for you here,

just some simple things

we want you to say.

Mostly, "Buy bonds,"

can't say that too often.

Itineraries, those are changing

every couple minutes.

Everybody wants to meet you guys.

I got women sending up envelopes

with stockings in them,

notes written in lipstick. We won't

mention that to the press, am I right?

Have a drink, for Christ's sake.

My God, what you boys

must have seen over there.

I've been watching the newsreels.

Jesus Christ, that was a fight and a half.

So, we got a hell of a lot of money

to raise, not a lot of time.

White House tomorrow,

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