Go Tell the Spartans Page #2

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are you talking about?

I'm telling you, that amapola

won't do you no good.

It's the last full measure

of sh*t.

You bet it is.

How long you been on the hip?

Four score and seven.

Yeah, well, sweet dreams,

Abraham Lincoln.

Berries from the earth, sir.

That means f*** off.

Hmm...

Welcome to Penang,

General Harnitz.

Captain Olivetti.

Gentlemen, Captain McCain.

Sorry I can't get here

more often, Asa.

Got a lot of ground to cover,

though. A lot of ground.

Captain,

you make your inspection...

while I powwow

with Major Barker.

- Sergeant Oleonowski.

- Sir.

See the captain has access

to anything he wishes to see.

Yes, sir. This way, sir.

Allow your men to wear...

those tiger-striped

frenchified fatigues?

Strictly unauthorized

in this command, aren't they?

Well, sir,

I like to allow the men...

some freedom in the field, sir.

For the sake of esprit,

you know.

Esprit. French word,

I believe, isn't it?

I believe so.

You know what happened

to the French in this country...

they got the sh*t

kicked out of them.

Now, that's not gonna happen

to the U.S. Army, Asa.

No, sir.

All right, Asa... Muc Wa.

Sir?

Muc Wa. Let's see

the coordinates with Muc Wa.

Oh, it's on the wall...

Where is it, Al?

- I took it down, sir.

- Well, put it up.

I sent in

a position paper, sir...

to intelligence, as requested.

I read your position paper.

Put it over here.

Yes, sir.

It said Muc Wa has

a population of two hundred...

but according

to other information...

Muc Wa hasn't been inhabited

since 1953.

You didn't reconnoiter Muc Wa.

I know your style, Asa.

Everybody knows your style.

You're a good field officer...

but you are inclined

to have it your own way.

General,

I don't have the people.

My command is spread thinner

than the hairs on a baby's ass.

I'm sure you can do it, Asa,

if you put your mind to it.

'Cause here's the situation.

Muc Wa was abandoned

by the French in 1953.

Shortly thereafter,

they lost the highway...

from here to the sea.

Then Penang fell,

with two thousand defenders.

Well, now,

we wouldn't want to repeat...

the mistakes of the French,

would we?

We want Muc Wa

reoccupied and garrisoned.

And that's your job, Asa.

Cut the mustard, Asa,

and don't f*** around.

Just cut it.

I'll do my best, sir.

Fine. I'll be watching.

Old hard-nuts

lays it on you, doesn't he, sir?

Yeah, well, I used to be

his commanding officer...

chewed his ass out.

Ass for ass, Al.

How many gooks you got

working on that canal?

About thirty, sir, but Jesus!

You heard the general.

Garrison Muc Wa.

Give 'em shotguns...

and sprinkle a few machine guns

among them...

just in case

Charlie should get interested.

OK.

And this new garrison will be

established here at Muc Wa.

And you, Hamilton,

will be in command.

Sir, I'm just a second...

I know, but I've been

keeping my eye on you.

I've tested

your leadership abilities...

on the mosquito patrol...

and I'm convinced

that you're the man for Muc Wa.

I'm recommending you

for promotion.

Thank you, sir. Thank you.

Now, according to standing

operating procedures...

we should have an ARVN officer

to lead the Viet troops...

but we're short

of ARVN officers.

In lieu of that,

I've assigned Sergeant Nguyen.

He's a fine interpreter.

He'll be a big help to you.

Major, I say this to you...

Knock it off.

You are also fortunate,

lieutenant...

in having Sergeant Oleonowski

on your team.

He's an old hand in Nam...

and I advise you

to lean heavily on his judgment.

Yes, sir.

I'm also giving you

Corporal Ackley...

as your signal man and

Corporal Lincoln as your medic...

both experienced men.

Corporal Courcey will act

as your weapons specialist.

My primary is demolitions, sir.

Good.

And now, lieutenant...

your troops

will be moved by truck...

to a point

on the inland highway...

about a half-hour's march

into Muc Wa.

Captain Olivetti

will brief you as to the time...

and organization

of your departure.

Any questions?

- Sir?

- Yes?

Sir, I feel I have

a fine team here...

and I'm sure

I speak for all my men...

we appreciate this opportunity

to fight for our country, sir.

Very well said, lieutenant.

That's all, men.

Oleonowski, please remain

for a few minutes.

Thank you, sir.

OK, Oleo.

That gook company is

a bunch of paddy farmers, sir.

I saw them being mustered.

They got shotguns.

Jesus Christ, sir!

This garrison, this Muc Wa.

No reason for Charlie

to be there.

In fact, Charlie

hasn't been reported...

within fifty miles of the site.

Any place we turn up, sir,

Charlie turns up.

You know that, sir.

Oleo, I'm giving you

a squad of crack mercenaries...

as insurance, just in case

you do contact the Cong.

OK?

OK, major.

That's all.

Sh*t.

General Patton's gonna make

a speech to his troops.

Men, we have been ordered

to march into the jungle...

where we will establish

a fortress...

for liberty and justice.

What are they laughin' about?

They pleased much, sir.

- You sure?

- Certainement.

Dinks laugh all the time,

lieutenant.

Don't let it bother you.

Well, that's enough, then.

Sat Cong!

Sat Cong!

Sat Cong!

Sat Cong! Sat Cong!

- Sat Cong!

- Sat Cong!

What's he doing?

Stirring them up. They're

saying, "Kill communists."

- Sat Cong!

- Sat Cong!

- OK, old man?

- Yeah, OK.

All right!

F***ing draftee.

I still don't know

what the hell he's doing here.

Why are we going so fast?

We don't travel slow

anywhere in this country.

Snipers. Charlie.

- What's that?

- Stay down, lieutenant.

Get out!

We ambushed?

Courcey!

- Yeah, sarge.

- Check that roadblock.

Me?

You're a demolitions man,

aren't you?

Yeah.

Tripwire, off to the left.

- Cowboy.

- Yes, sir.

Charlie's in a hidey hole.

Get him.

Medic!

Courcey.

Where's Corporal Lincoln?

Coming, sir!

Corporal, take care

of this prisoner's wound.

Sergeant, do you think

he's the only one out there?

Yes, sir.

They'll throw up a roadblock...

and leave one man behind to

blow it when somebody moves it.

He could've been squattin' out

there for three or four days.

- Ackley?

- Yes, sir.

Get a signal off to Penang.

Report this incident...

the time and location.

Sergeant Nguyen, I want you

to question the prisoner...

name, where he's from,

where his friends are.

Won't do any good, lieutenant.

He won't say anything.

They never do.

That's enough, sergeant.

OK, let's move out.

You're crazy.

You're crazy.

- You're crazy!

- It's all right. OK.

- You're crazy!

- All right, listen to me.

He cut his head off! His head!

I don't give a damn!

You listen to me!

Kid, that's what it's like

in this f***in' war.

Sat Cong.

OK.

Bury him.

Lincoln,

look after the lieutenant.

Give him something

for his stomach.

You nailed to the ground,

Courcey?

Go puke with the lieutenant.

I'm not gonna puke.

It's their war, Courcey!

According to the map,

this is it, lieutenant.

Road to Muc Wa.

Cowboy, flankers out.

Detail five men to set up

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