Hamburger Hill Page #4

Brad!! Move your people!

Red six...out this is 1-6 out mark

four coordinates for cold steel. Over.

Tuffy!

Take your weapons forward until

your covering far into the friendlies.

Move. Move. Move.

Put you around

seventy five meters down.

That's what l wanted.

These proper radio procedure...

Hear from your old lady?

ever happened.

Languilli, remember the basic?

They told us the way to cover an eye

in case the flareoes so that we lose our night vision?

They said that.

OK, so what they meant?

Does it matter if which eye we cover?

Good eye for the night vision

or the one for the flare.

Beletsky do you stay awake at night thing of

the things you should worry about?

What are you doing?

We were just having

some hot chocolate.

You here anything.

/Nothing.

Camp on the Delta Post.

Same same. Negative sit rep.

Looks like we're gettin' out

of here tomorrow.

l'm going straight to the PX

and ordering that Firebird.

What happened to the Camaro?

My dad won't drive

anything but a Buick.

Push in on the bullshit net.

What's the bullshit net?

Hanoi Hanna.

Best sounds in the valley.

And boy does she have a rap.

We love you too much...

drop your weapons and Uncle Ho

will give youa water buffalo...

your own rice paddy to sh*t in.

Sometimes they get American a**holes...

to tell us what a**holes we are.

No lie, man. lt's a trip.

American soldiers...and marines

embrace the heroic people of Vietnam...

like many of your heroic countrymen...

why fight the heroic

people's army...while your own

Government betrays you...and the heroic

American friends of Vietnam...

lf you have to smoke it at nigh

put a poncho over your head.

and l would like to send this special dedication...

to the Screaming Eagles in the Ashau Valley.

You may be killed any

time day or night...

like your shadow, death is following you...

Everywhere.

Bad dream.

How much am l supposed to

remember all this sh*t.

Panchos over your head,

no half canteens.

Dog tags on your boots.

Carry the claimor detonator while your setting them up.

Orange pills once a week,

whites daily, daily.

Oh don't ever walk on trails.

Boot in the sock. Harrows on the water.

Secure your frags.

And now, now this bullshit.

And the whole time, l'm worried

l might forget something.

All right, on your feet, wake up..

it's time to earn your combat pay.

Come on.

/Come on. Let's go.

Hey Motown, f*** you!

l need some goddamn boots, Sarge.

My whole f***ing body hurts.

My dick hurts!

Then drop ten and beat it.

l don't want to hear

anymore of this sh*t.

Now you get your

head out of your asses.

Black Jack wants us to take this hill.

What's he going to do with it?

Pave it and turn it

into a goddamn parking lot.

Now move out.

Cold steel, cold steel

this is 1-6 alpha, over.

Tell 6 that the little bastards

have got some Claimors in the trees

And they're blowing the sh*t out of us.

So get us some goddamn fire support.

Cold steel, cold steel.

This is 1-6 alpha, over.

Come in 2-0

There wounded out could be

pressing fire from that bunk line.

pressing fire from that bunk line.

No sh*t.

Worcester, pull these men out.

Move it out! Move it out!!

My leg! F***!

You're mine! Mother f***er!

You f***in' stink!

Tuffy!

Watch out!

Clear this area Motown!

Cover it point blank!

Set up that gun!

Where's Doc?

Get him and the horn and tell him

we got his goddamn bunker!

Run the horn.

l can't hear you.

lt's 1-6 out there over!

C'mon, help me down there.

There's nothing wrong with you.

Get down there.

Talk to me! Talk to me!

Say Alphabet! Alphabet! Say it!

Cmon Tuffy! Tuffy! Say Alphabet!

Sarge,

l asked everybody who they think.

Nobody did it. Was it you?

Maybe he died of natural causes.

Half his head was blown away.

Sounds like a natural cause to me.

When can you get him out of here?

ln a boot coot f***ed up dude from

the second squad ahead of Tuffy.

Hey, it don't mean nothing.

Where's my weapon?

We have taken the bunker

And are preparing to move up the hill.

All right. Worcester.

Let's move people

and take this f***in' hill.

Let's go!

Get me some ammo!

Tuffy! l'm coming.

No. No cease fire.

Hold it up there firing

at our people. Hold it up!

Stop it! Man! God dammit!

Jesus Christ!

They said they are gonna

send some resupply today.

Get back on your horn and tell them we, our people,

need food and water now not later.

This is 16 alpha over.

Take a look at that map.

Sergent.

We are in Ashau valley.

and we ain't going no where

except back up to that goddamn hill.

l'll get you a map.

You put the tape in there

and you press that button.

lt's from my girl Claire.

Just don't use all my juice.

Now that's immoral, unjust and illegal.

Get this Beenie.

/What?

Oh my God! They're huge.

She likes to lie naked on the beach.

And have her boyfriend read the profit to her.

Oh yeah, he's probably

a long haired, foureyed f*ggot.

l just don't know what to say. l-

l don't know what time

it is where you are.

l'd like to wrap his

long hair around my body...

while he makes love

to me all night long.

l had dinner with your Mom and Dad.

We read all your letters and looked at

the pictures you sent.

She became his love prisoner.

She would do anything for him.

Jesus Christ, l'm never going to get another haircut

as long as l f***ing live.

lf you can...Joe.

Try to smile more in the pictures.

lt would help your Mother.

Your dad didn't say much.

We both know what he's like.

Katherine says...he gets up

early every morning and...

watches the news. And he eats his

dinner in front of the TV at night.

l think he's looking for you.

l'm glad you have such good friends

like...like Bienstock and Langarelli.

Languilli.

Galvan and Frantz.

l, l want you to know one thing...

l'll always be true to you.

l'll wait for you.

l know it must be very difficult

for you over there and...

lf you can't be true...

if you can't wait...l'll understand.

l know you love me.

l love this woman,

she's telling him to get laid.

l wish you weren't there.

l wish none of you were there.

But l'm proud of you Joe.

l, l, l just don't think it's fair...

that everybody is back here...acting...

acting like nothing is going on.

Their lives are the same.

lt's just not fair.

And l don't believe

what they say about you.

Anyhow...

l don't care because l love all of you.

Especially you, my darling.

Especially you my...

Take it easy with that.

l'll take it anyway l can.

l told you not to use all the batteries.

lt's the goddamn n*gger

music you listen to.

All right, come on. Break it up.

Alphabet, put shovel down.

Now what's happening here?

War's happening.

No! F***! Oh f***! Doc!

On my way! On my way!

/Oh, Oh f***!

C'mon kid. Let's go. Up

Move! Move!

lt's definatly the vet.

You can't score on the vet.

Oh man, stop fingure f***ing dream

with your chichen sh*t details?

Let me tell you something, Linguilli.

l bombomed mama san and in the garbage dump under

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