Flags of Our Fathers Page #6

That work?

Do it, fellas.

Keep it coming.

USMC! USMC!

Sh*t, look at that!

Jeez, look at that.

Get down! Take cover!

Cover with that .30!

- Watch it! Twenty yards down, Hank!

- You see them?

- I got about 20 yards, left side.

- Lindberg, get the flamethrower!

- Boots, you see them?

- Cover right!

- About 20 yards down! Duck one!

- You see them?

Keep the cover on!

Second Squad, you see them?

Get me some grenades!

I see them!

You see them?

Right flank, over to the right!

Cover me, I'm going down!

Careful, lggy.

Easy.

All clear!

Okay, guys, who wants to be famous?

Yes, sir. Right away, sir.

- God damn it. Strank!

- Sir?

They want a phone line run up

to the top of the mountain.

Let me guess, they picked us.

Second Platoon, let's go.

Get some exercise.

Let's go! Get off your ass.

Oh, sh*t!

Hope it still works,

'cause you're not getting mine!

- Get Forrestal!

- All right, then.

I don't know whose idea it was,

Mr. Secretary.

Well, it was goddamn brilliant.

I want that flag, Holland.

Mark my words,

raising that son-of-a-b*tch

means a Marine Corps

for the next 500 years.

I want that flag.

Yes, sir.

I'll make sure no one touches it.

You can count on me.

F*** that. That flag belongs

to the men in this battalion.

That son-of-a-b*tch thinks

that our men died taking this ground

so we could hand over our flag

to some politician to pin to his wall?

He's out of his goddamn mind!

Get me that flag,

and find another one to replace it.

You've gotta be shitting me.

Gagnon!

Get your ass over here.

Hey. Hi, fellas. How's it going?

Missed a beautiful shot, Joe.

It's that kind of day.

- Hey, Mike.

- Hell of a view, Lieutenant.

Lieutenant!

Captain says he wants that flag.

He wants this flag?

Yes, sir.

- We just put the damn thing up.

- Yes, sir.

Some kind of flag shortage?

He wants you to put this one up instead.

Hey, Mike.

Do me a favor and put this up, will you?

Yes, sir.

All right, let's find a pole.

Take the flag down, boys.

Captain's orders.

You heard him, let's do it.

There you go.

Lordy, she's a heavy one.

All right, hang on. Put this on.

One hell of a view, huh?

Good view from up here.

Yes, I'd say so myself.

All right.

- Not in your way here, am I, Joe?

- Nah, I'm fine, thanks.

Hey, Doc,

you wanna give us a hand here?

Oh, Jesus, Bill, here she goes.

Ready? Ready?

Let's go.

You get it?

I don't know.

I wish I could've seen their faces.

Nobody even noticed

that second flag going up.

Everybody saw that damn picture

and made up their own story about it.

But your dad and the others

knew what they had done

and what they had not done.

All your friends dying,

it's hard not to be called a hero

for saving somebody's life.

But for putting up a pole?

You gotta be kidding.

Hey! It took a lot of talented folks

a long time to make that thing.

Just wait till tonight when it's lit properly

and there's thousands

of cheering people in the stands.

It's gonna look a lot better.

So, stadium lights come down,

spotlight comes up

and you get your cue.

You charge up this thing with the flag,

you plant it at the top.

You smile, you wave. You know the drill.

You want us to plant the flag

on a pile of papier-mch.

Hey, that's show biz.

And try and stand how you stood

the first time you planted it.

Just, you know, pretend

the other three guys are with you.

The dead guys.

Yeah. Yeah.

Okay, not a problem.

Good.

But where do we imagine

Hank is standing?

Sorry?

Well, seeing that he wasn't there,

it'll be kind of hard for us

to leave a space for him.

I think you know exactly where he was.

You pointed him out to his mother.

This is bullshit.

I planted that damn thing once,

and I'm not doing it again.

- Hayes!

- Oh, for Christ's sake.

Hayes. Hayes, get your ass back here

or you're going on report.

Hayes!

You wanna do your damn job?

Let go of me! Let go of me!

Come on!

He's with me!

Hey, he's with me!

- Back off!

- Sir, he's with me. Okay? He's with me.

Ira, put the goddamn chair down!

- Put the chair down, son!

- Put the chair down, Ira!

Tell them drop their sticks!

Ira, they're cops,

they're supposed to have nightsticks.

You're not supposed to be in the street

swinging a chair.

- Calm down, son.

- Sir, turn around, please.

That poster right there?

The one on the end, that's him.

- That's him?

- Yes, sir. You read the papers?

Christ.

We got another f***ing hero.

Get him out of here.

- Can you do that?

- Yes, sir.

Put the goddamn chair down.

And let's go.

Did you start this?

He didn't serve me!

I don't make the rules.

We don't serve Indians.

He needs to go sleep it off.

Soldier Field.

You hear that?

What the hell is that?

I can't figure it out.

Keep an eye out.

It sounds like it's coming from up there.

They're using grenades.

They're killing themselves.

Ira, let's go.

Come on.

Let's go, Ira. Come on.

Thank God. Jesus. Look at you, Chief.

You found him.

Holy sh*t. You would have to pick today.

Vandegrift is here with enough brass

to start a f***ing band.

Come on, let's go. Can you walk?

- Yes, sir.

- By yourself?

All right, look.

I don't care if you have to carry him

get him to the top, plant that flag,

and don't f***ing fall off.

Get him in his stuff. I'll stall these guys

for as long as I can. Hurry up.

Jesus Christ.

And now, the heroes of lwo Jima!

Cover!

Harlon!

Harlon! Get your fire team

up in that position!

O'Hare!

First Fire Team!

Work around!

BAR, you, on the side of the ridge!

Covering fire, boys, go, go, go!

Jackson, work your team

around to the left!

Cover!

Left flank! Left flank!

Franklin, Gust, go check it out!

Hustle up, boys!

We got them!

Clear!

One hell of an experience.

Move out!

Cease fire! They're my men!

You're targeting our men!

You're targeting our...

Get me another radio!

Sergeant? Sergeant!

Mike!

Mike, Mike, Mike.

Mike? Mike.

Hey, where's Doc?

Corpsman!

Oh, sh*t.

How's his breathing?

Harlon, move, buddy.

Hey, Mike. Mike, Mike, can you hear us?

It's okay.

It's okay.

Come on, Mike.

Mike? Mike, can you hear us?

All right, let's go!

Move out!

I'm gonna get a stretcher.

Let's take him down,

move him off the beach.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the heroes of lwo Jima!

Corpsman!

Hank!

Hank!

Doc, they killed me.

Harlon!

Doc,

they killed me.

Come on, Harlon. Harlon, stay with me.

Franklin!

I'm fine, Ira.

Corpsman!

Corpsman!

- Where'd he go?

- Who?

The guy who was right here, Ignatowski.

Where did he go?

- I think you jumped in the wrong hole.

- I didn't jump in the wrong hole!

He was right here,

now where the hell is he?

Lggy!

Lggy!

You shut up. You want every Jap

on the island shooting at us?

Lggy!

Does it open?

Lggy!

Lggy!

Lggy, are you down there?

Lggy!

Can't tell who it is, but he's one of ours.

I had to go outside to throw up.

Look what they did

to the poor son-of-a-b*tch.

You okay, Chief?

Just let it go.

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