Jarhead Page #7

is coming down.

It's real now.

We're going to the border.

(marines)

Ooh-rah!

Let's go! Let's move it!

Let's punch in this clock.

We got work to do.

Let's go. Let's move.

Come on! Let's go!

Move.

Listen up.

When we cross this berm

tomorrow...

we expect as many as

the first day.

There will be gas.

It will be f***ing nasty.

These atropine-oxime

injectors go along

with your PB pill packs.

In the event that

you're attacked by

nerve agents such as soman...

these agents will produce

casualties immediately...

if you do not deploy

these countermeasures

f***ing ricky-tick.

Why in the f***,

if we've already taken

a set of PB pills...

and just now been issued

the f***ing injector?

Shut the f*** up.

I'm sick of your sh*t.

All right, all right, man.

Calm down.

Look, they don't want

chemically dead fighters

on CNN.

Just sign it, Kruger.

What the f*** is this?

It's a waiver.

It says these pills

aren't proven.

It says you won't sue

if you get f***ed up.

Okay, yeah, sure, fine.

I'll take the f***ing pills,

and a year later...

my a**hole will

turn inside out and

start f***ing talking to me.

It's all a b*tch.

These pills

ain't worth a sh*t.

Kruger,

you country motherfuck!

In 1987, Saddam Insane

used chemical weapons...

against the Kurds,

and he killed thousands

like f***ing that.

The ones that lived,

their kids came out

f***ed up.

Eight toes to one foot,

no anal opening...

retarded, blind.

Such f***ed up

little motherfuckers...

they should have

just killed them all anyway.

You want that,

don't take the pills.

You don't want that,

sign the f***ing waivers...

and take the f***ing pills!

All of you,

get your pills in your hand.

Get them out.

Get them so I can see them.

[Distant explosions sounding]

Now take the pill

and put it on your tongue.

Swallow the pill.

Now let me see your tongues.

Now, doesn't that

feel better?

Don't we all feel better?

Yes, Staff Sergeant!

Good.

Now, dig your sleeping holes.

Dig your holes

with the hands God gave you.

[Jet engines roaring]

F***ing zoomies.

They're gonna win the war

all by themselves?

They'll be sleeping

in their own beds

tonight, too.

So what, man?

We're scout f***ing snipers.

When the sh*t hits the fan,

we lead the f***ing way.

Ooh-rah!

(marines)

Ooh-rah.

Sure, look around.

You hear those planes.

This war is gonna move

too fast for us.

All right,

we can shoot 1,000 yards.

To go that far in Vietnam,

that would take a week.

In World War I, a year.

Here, it's gonna take

about 10 f***ing seconds.

By the time we have

our rifles dialed...

the war is going to be

a mile down the road.

Wake up!

Jesus!

What the f*** is going on?

Get out of my sleeping hole.

We're about to go

in the sh*t, and you're

f***ing with their heads.

Get out of my sleeping hole.

(Sykes)

Lucky day! Listen up!

We've got our orders.

We leave tomorrow, 0900.

Swofford, you got to sign

your waiver again.

I can't read

your f***ing handwriting.

Yes, Staff Sergeant.

Done.

I don't give a f***,

Swofford, I could read it

the first time.

Your boy, Troy

got turned down

for re-enlistment.

What? You're f***ing with me.

Hey, watch your mouth.

I don't need

your f***ing attitude.

But that's all he...

That's all he wants,

is to be in the Suck.

I know that,

but the Suck doesn't want him.

He had a criminal record.

He lied about it.

And he lied about it

on his application.

So when we get back home,

he's out. He's out.

The reason I'm telling you

is so you can keep him

from f***ing up.

You think

you can manage that?

Can you manage that?

[Helicopter whirring]

What?

So you weren't

even gonna tell me?

What?

Why don't you just

shut the f*** up

and mind your own business?

What the f*** is this, man?

(Cortez)

Bet it smells good, man.

She sent it back, man.

Sent it back

like you send back a ring.

(Cortez)

What did she write?

"I'll always love you,

Kristina. "

What's the f***ing problem,

then?

Nothing stays the same,

Swoff.

Not our girlfriends,

not our families,

not anyone.

Time doesn't stop

back in the real world...

'cause we're about to

go in the sh*t.

We're Marines.

Nobody gives a rat's ass.

No, we're jarheads.

Yeah, what the f***

do you know?

I know you're

a f***ing jarhead,

and that's all I need to know.

Jar-f***ing-head.

Hey, jarhead,

what's the Marine Corps

birthday?

Marine Corps birthday?

November 10th, 1775.

Older than the USA.

F***ing A.

Birthplace?

Tun Tavern, Philadelphia.

That's the city

of brotherly love.

A. Tarawa?

(Marines)

Bloodiest battle

of World War II.

Dan Daly?

Killed 37 Chinese by hand

during the Boxer Rebellion

of 1900.

The greatest weapon on earth?

The Marine and his rifle!

You wanna win

your f***ing war?

You tell it to the Marines!

[Marines cheering]

(Swoff)

Get the brand! Get the brand!

Now! Now! Now!

Get him down!

[Screaming]

[Marines cheering]

He's yours.

[Marine laughing]

You earned it, man.

(Swoff)

We turned

the inside of our tent...

into a circus.

'Cause inside of our circus,

we cannot be injured.

Inside of our circus,

we cannot be touched.

But we are insane...

to believe this.

(Marine #1)

Incoming!

(Marine #2)

Corpsman!

[Explosion sounds]

[Marines shouting]

Get the f*** in here!

Get the f*** in here!

(Marine)

Get the f*** down here!

(Marine)

Incoming!

[Inaudible]

(Swoff)

My combat action...

has commenced.

(Marine)

Corpsman!

Corpsman!

Are you all right?

What the f***, man?

I pissed myself.

Got to find the f***ing FO.

What?

The forward observers,

they got us dialed in.

We gotta find the f***...

Get down!

F***!

Swofford, you get

on the binos.

You get your binos

and you find him.

Troy, get on that radio.

Radio's dead.

Go to the com truck!

Look up!

And get some batteries!

Where is it?

It's over there!

Jesus!

It ain't getting no closer.

Get the f*** going!

F***!

Corpsman!

Corpsman!

[Swoff grunting]

Do not f***ing die!

Do not f***ing die!

Do not f***ing die!

Do not f***ing die!

[Marines screaming]

This f***ing hole

isn't deep enough!

What are you talking about?

We need batteries

for the 77.

F***!

Man, we are f***ing dying!

I need a f***ing battery

for the 77.

Why are you f***ing

arguing with me?

What are you doing?

Those are dead batteries!

Shut up!

What took you so long?

F*** you.

Here are the coordinates,

call that f***er in.

I just ran through incoming

to get a dead f***ing battery.

Welcome to the Suck.

F***!

Damn, you was

too f***ing slow!

They're already retreating!

Sykes says

we're going after them!

We're gonna get some!

[Jets roaring]

That was A10s.

Warthogs, baby.

Those things

are f***ing tank killers.

That sh*t's

a f***ing monster.

Yeah, no sh*t, Fowler.

# Off they go

into the wide blue yonder ##

Let's go, zoomies!

Let's drop

that righteous hand of God!

Fowler, get back

in formation.

They're about to

drop those bombs!

Fowler, stay in position.

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