Hamburger Hill Page #5
- R
- Year:
- 1987
- 110 min
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deuce and a half while a girlsan reading a magazine
and sucked on pepsi.
You can score in the vet.
You owe it to yourself.
Hey sarge, do you think they
gotta send us foot powder?
Stop worry about nothing for christ'sake.
Go back to world with bad feet.
What can they do to you, send you to Vietnam?
l'm a salesman. This feet are my life.
My socks tend to shrink.
lt's from my girlfriend.
She said she's not gonna write any more.
Friends at college told her it's immoral.
To write to me.
Medic Doc! Get your
goddam medic up here.
Help! C'mon up! F***in' exhausted!
Get a medic up here!
C'mon Let's go!
C'mon guys let's go
and break this f***ing hill!
Okay, let's get ready,
let's take this squad.
Teddy Ford. May 17.
How long have you been
on this hill, soldier?
What?
Hey brother, how many times have you
been up and down this hill?
What are you doing here?
lt's my job.
Bullshit.
We've been up and down
this hill...nine f***ing times.
Hey, word down at Division is
you guys can't take this hill.
What do you have to say about that?
ln fact, Senator Kennedy says
you guys don't have a chance at all.
You really like this sh*t, don't you?
lt's your job. A story.
You're waiting here like a f***ing vulture.
Watching for somebody to die, so you can take a picture.
lt's my job.
l've got more respect for those little bastards up there.
At least they take a side.
You just take pictures. You probably
don't even do your own f***ing.
No one ask my AO.
What?
You listen to me.
We're gonna take this
f***ing hill, Newsman.
l see you on the top taking
pictures of any of my people
l will blow your f***ing head off.
Now you haven't earned
the right to be here.
Do you understand that?
Understand that.
l should have gone to Canada.
All they got is Eskimo's up there,
Beenie.
The smart white people go to college.
Not me. l'm going my two years, getting married.
And forgetting all about this sh*t.
Never happened.
You people must be aware...
that the brothers...are here. Because
they cannot afford an education.
What am l doing?
Sitting in some...f***ing country club
sipping on seven and sevens...
and eating a steak.
Take a look around l see
all kinds of white faces here.
Okay.The war Started for you...
when you farted...
and said good morning Vietnam.
See now l was born into this sh*t.
And they pulled the gold f***ing spoon..
out of mouth so l could come here.
And see how you low Class
eleven boos live. ls that it?
Brother Blood.
Hey, how'd you get here, Sarge?
Oh, the Sarge...the Sarge
volunteered for this sh*t.
No, man.
l was drafted, sworn in...and had
my haircut before l was sober.
The only reason l went
airborne is Collins.
Who the f*** is Collins?
We volunteered for the reality of it.
Don't you think l chased woman and good time...before
l got into the green machine.
We got our orders from the big puddle.
Collins says...he's not going.
And this one strac.
/You got to respect that.
No way.
lf you don't want to pull
on the little people. No sweat.
Don't use your weapon. All l want from
anybody is...to get their ass in the
grass with the rest of us.
You don't have to like it.
But you have to show up.
No FNG's, no war.
There it is.
Medic!
Doc....no! Doc!
Hey you motherfuckers!
Baletsky! Doc's hit!
No!
Baletsky! Gettim he's hit!
Diggs! Diggs!
Doc, he's dead! he's dead!
o!
Stay with me! Stay with me!
Stay with me!
Gaigin, stay with me,
stay with me, stay...
C'mon on move!
Keep going!
Ain't get up!!!
All right, let's you straight.
You've got a good one man.
You're going home.
See...
See you at home.
He's all right blood. l don't feel
a thing. l am boo koo doped up.
Now, come on now. You owe
this to yourself, all right?
Black Jack...won't be happy...'til
he gets all my people...killed.
Hey, how are you going to actman, how are you going to act?
You're going back to the real world.
Going back, Doc.
l'm just what the world needs.
Another n*gger with a limp.
Now come on, you stop that sh*t.
l'm not omitting you, blood.
We're all no good...
dumb n*ggers on this hill.
Blood. And soul. Types.
But we are going to fool
them this time, aren't we?
F***ing A man. F***ing A.
We've been up that hill...ten times...
and they still don't think we're serious.
Who are we?
Hey Doc, come on.
Come on.
Who are we?
A hundred and first.
Screaming Eagles, man.
F***ing buzzards.
Take the hill.
And those bastards back in the world...
can never take that from me.
Hold on man.
Hold on man. Now you hold on
there, Doc. Hold on now.
Save some for the old man.
Sir, want a cup of coffee?
Black Jack wants us to
manuever aggressively.
l told him most of first
platoon was still on the hill.
We're not going anywhere, Sergeant.
Drink your coffee.
Why did you keep coming back?
Ask me that when we're
back in the world
Drinking cold beer and
chasing hot women.
l think, when l get back,
l'm never leaving it again.
Flushing toilets, hot showers, pizza.
l want a corn dog with mustard.
l want some of that free
love that l'm hearing about.
l'm always hearing about that.
lt's overrated.
But your right about them loving
everybody back there, sir.
They uh, they tatoo it
to their foreheads, and uh,
they wear love buttons, on their
flowered shirts, you know.
Yeah, they love everybody back there.
Cats, dogs, n*ggers, spicks,
kikes, waps, niks, greaseballs.
Yeah and they're real fond of loopdy doop back home
ya all believe that.
They got buttons for them too.
They love everybody but you.
l was medevaced after Dak to.
That was a hill.
And we were met in Oakland,
by, by pretty little things
You know what l mean.
l mean they had
hair down below
their asses you know.
And they had bags full of dump shits.
Well don't mean nothing,
l'm back Vietnam man.
l get home wife is
sitting across the floor,
kid is running around bare foot.
There was hair head taking a lick.
Sorry about that l said.
That don't mean nothing either.
a go down to the polly's for beers,
old man was drinking shooters.
Polly said his boy in l drain Vally
was sent home in a rubber bag..
That don't mean nothing
That don't mean nothing he said.
He keeps getting
phone call from he kids,
the college kids.
Saying how glad they were
that the boy was killed
by Vietnam republic of
by the heroic people's army
that's sitting on this
f***ing top of this hill.
That's why l'm back here.
Red 1-6. lt's Blackjack.
You're getting played to
play the war not discuss it.
Follow me!
Keep LG covered!
Sarge! Soar, soar!
Will these sixties stop
those little bastards.
Move the sixty!
That goddamn people out there, man!
l know that, now pull the f***ing gun!
Keep moving! Goddam!
Give me your horn.
Cold steel this is 1-6.
Fire mission over.
Cold steel this is 1-6.
Fire mission over.
Fire mission. l say again,
cold steel, fire mission.
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