Jarhead Page #2

There is no bugle program.

You sizzle-dick motherf***er.

Who do you think you are,

some kind of Kenny G

or some sh*t?

No, Staff Sergeant.

Good.

Now to the rest of you,

do you have what it takes...

to be the meanest,

the cruelest,

the most savage...

unforgiving motherfuckers

in God's cruel kingdom?

(all)

Yes, Staff Sergeant!

Will you be able to one day

say, "Yea, though I walk...

"through the valley

of the shadow of death,

I will fear no evil...

"because I am

the baddest motherf***er

in the goddamn valley"?

(all)

Yes, Staff Sergeant!

We shall f***ing see!

You still here?

Yes, Staff Sergeant!

Yes, what?

Yes, I am still here,

Staff Sergeant.

So f***ing be it. Fall in!

One mile!

(all)

One mile!

Ain't sh*t!

(all)

Ain't sh*t!

Two miles!

Two miles!

(Sykes)

Your mission is to kill me.

My mission

is to kill you first,

and I'm good.

Them paintball bullets,

they hurt?

[Groaning]

Oh, sh*t! F***, I can't see!

Back to the grunts, dick face!

(Sykes)

In order to

engage your target...

you must see your target,

but your target

must not see you.

Shevitz.

[All laughing]

You laugh, you die.

Scratch your nose, you die.

You shift your weight

to take a piss, you will die.

You want to sh*t,

you better sh*t

in your pants.

(Sykes)

Still kind of cute,

huh, Swoff?

No, sir.

This suit will hide you.

You will become a tree.

A rock.

You are mud, sand, and dust.

Still funny?

No, sir.

In order to fire accurately...

you must be able to judge

distance and wind direction.

How far are those trees?

(Swoff)

No.

(Jocko)

figure that?

Three football fields.

Three football fields,

that's right.

You take what you know

and then you multiply.

Please don't use

your d*cks.

They're too small,

and I can't count that high.

I don't wanna hear,

"400,000 inches. "

Now, wind.

You use what you have.

Use a flag,

use a plume of smoke,

a little bit of dust.

Spit on your finger

and hold that b*tch up.

These are formulas

that you can use...

but in the end,

you have to trust your gut.

Details, gentlemen.

Details is gonna be

the difference between

you killing your target...

and your target killing you.

We've all been taught that,

"Thou shalt not kill. "

But hear this:

F*** that sh*t!

Now, consider your target.

If you are lucky,

in that window

will one day emerge...

the figure of the enemy.

The JFK shot.

The pink mist.

(Troy)

Fire, fire, fire.

Hit.

Fire, fire, fire.

[Gunfire]

(Sykes)

The sounds that you

are hearing are live rounds.

You will get

the fear out of you.

Keep moving.

If you pick your head up,

you will get f***ed up!

Let's find out

if we have any b*tch in you!

[Gunfire]

You guys crawl

like old people f***!

Keep moving!

Get the fear out of you.

Keep moving!

Do not bunch up!

Keep moving!

I can't!

[Gasping]

Keep your head down!

Come on, man!

(Swoff)

Move!

(Sykes)

Keep it moving.

Just f***ing move!

Come on!

No!

(Sykes)

Keep moving! Don't bunch up!

You can do it!

(Troy)

You can f***ing do it!

(Sykes)

Keep moving! Come on!

I can't!

Keep moving!

Don't bunch up!

I can't! No!

Cease-fire!

Cease-fire!

Corpsman!

Sh*t!

[Gasping]

Sh*t.

I told you to keep

your f***ing head down!

If you listened to me...

you would still be

f***ing alive right now!

Stupid f***!

[Thunder rumbling]

(Sykes)

God help me.

You are now scout snipers.

Now, I know you've heard this

but I'm going to tell it

to you again:

Snipers do not work alone.

You work as a team.

Spotter, shooter.

Spotter, shooter.

Spotter, shooter.

Spotter, shooter.

You may now open your case,

pull out your M40A1 rifles.

Once you've done that,

you will repeat after me.

This is my rifle.

(all)

This is my rifle.

There are many like it,

but this one is mine.

There are many like it,

but this one is mine.

Without my rifle,

I am nothing.

Without my rifle,

I am nothing.

Without me,

my rifle is nothing.

Without me,

my rifle is nothing.

(Swoff)

The grunt dies for

F***ing right.

The sniper dies...

for that one perfect shot.

[Gunfire]

Hit.

Fire, fire, fire.

I was hooked.

Hit.

Fire, fire, fire.

Hit.

Fire, fire, fire.

[Gunfire]

Hit.

I wanted the pink mist.

Good evening.

Iraq invaded and took over...

its tiny neighbor,

Kuwait, today.

That set off

worldwide protests

and drew sanctions...

from the United States,

Great Britain

and the Soviet Union.

The government

of dictator Saddam Hussein...

claimed it went in

at the invitation

of revolutionaries...

who had overthrown

the Kuwaiti government.

We have appealed

to all our friends

around the world...

including

the United States...

to come to our aid

and assistance.

We're going to f***ing war.

##[Ride of the Valkyries

playing]

##[Marines singing

Ride of the Valkyries]

# Ta-ta-da-da ##

[all cheering]

(all)

# Ta-ta-da-da ##

[woman speaking in Vietnamese]

Shoot that motherf***er.

[Chattering in Spanish]

[All cheering]

[Marines hooting]

Come on,

start running, motherf***er.

F***.

Shoot that motherf***er!

Die!

[All cheering]

Run, Charlie!

[All sighing]

(announcer)

Now hear this. Now hear this.

All personnel from 2-7...

are to report immediately

to your company area.

Get some, Marines. Get some!

[All cheering]

[Marines chattering]

(Kruger)

Me, I had a choice...

either join the Marines

or go to jail.

And you know

what the sh*t of it is?

Yeah, if you'd

gone to jail...

Don't spoil

the joke, a**hole.

If I'd have went to jail,

I'd be getting out today.

Would you like some nuts?

No, thanks.

Yes, are they warm nuts?

No, I believe

they're room temperature.

Well, maybe later

you can come

and warm up my nuts.

You know,

I don't really like

the little ones.

[Chuckling]

Okay, is that all?

Yeah.

(stewardess)

Would you like some nuts?

You poor bastard.

I bet your recruiter

promised you a whole

wide world of p*ssy, huh?

You f***ing A.

Cocksucker knew the price

of every whore

from Olangapo to Stockholm.

And here we are,

headed to the desert.

No p*ssy in 1,000 miles.

F***ed by

the green wienie again.

What would you be doing

if you were a civilian?

Staying up late,

jacking off...

playing Metroid, trying to get

to that ninth level?

You know what happens

when you get there?

Nothing.

You just start

all over again.

How long you think

we'll be there? Two weeks?

Less, man.

We'll be back so fast...

we'll still be

shitting out those nuts.

Good luck, now.

Goodbye, now.

Good luck, now.

Goodbye, now.

Want to keep me company

for two weeks?

Goodbye, now.

You don't know

what you're missing.

Yeah, yeah.

Damn!

[Helicopter whirring]

[Inaudible]

[Marines chattering]

Attention on deck!

Take your seats.

Good afternoon, Marines.

(all)

Good afternoon, sir!

Jesus, did you just land

in a war zone

or a funeral parlor?

Good afternoon, Marines!

Good afternoon, sir!

I just felt my dick move.

[All laughing]

For those of you

who don't know me...

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