Jarhead Page #9
how many chances
you're gonna get to do this.
Wait, wait, wait.
Sir, just let us
take this one shot
right before the air comes in.
Those aren't my orders,
Marine. Hitman 45...
No, wait, wait, wait.
Hitman 45...
Wait, wait, wait.
Wait, sir,
we won't tell anybody.
We don't need to
tell anybody.
What difference does it make?
We have a perfect shot.
Just let us take it.
Negative.
We have permission
from the Colonel, sir.
Hitman 45. Hitman 45.
This is Corporal...
God damn it,
he's dead anyway!
Just let us f***ing do it!
You are way out of line,
Corporal.
Troy.
What difference does it make?
Give him back the handset.
If it doesn't make
a f***ing difference...
why the f***
do you have to do it?
Because
we have the goddamn shot!
That's why we're here!
Give me the f***ing handset!
F***ing f***!
F***ing stop!
Stop it!
That's my kill!
F***! That is my kill!
That is my kill!
You f***ing desk jockey!
He's a f***ing prick.
You don't know
what we go through, hell!
It isn't done!
Let go of me.
Just f***ing let go of me.
[Gasping]
I was trying...
(sobbing)
I was trying to explain...
F***!
Oh, man.
You STA boys
are some weird motherfuckers.
Hitman 45. Hitman 45.
This is Bravo 4 Lima. Over.
[Dispatcher chattering
on radio]
Are we ever gonna
get to kill anyone?
F*** if I know.
When are they gonna
kick you out?
I already have
my separation papers.
You got any ideas?
I'll sell some crack.
Sling some dope.
Yeah, all you want is in.
All I want is out.
Welcome to the Suck.
Where's our pickup?
Sh*t.
[Jets roaring]
F***ing Scuds, man.
Motherfuck, it's gotten
the battalion.
We don't know that.
They could be friendly.
You ever hear
friendly fire like that?
F***.
Jesus, you hear that?
What is that?
Screaming.
Republican Guards, man,
over this berm.
Ready? Are you ready?
Let's f***ing get
those motherfuckers.
I'll cover you. Go! Go! Go!
[Men screaming]
##[Fight The Power
playing on radio]
[Marines cheering]
(Sykes)
Sh*t.
You motherfuckers
were still out there?
Sarge?
You didn't get the memo,
did you?
Having a little party.
You're a little overdressed.
This sh*t is over,
motherf***er.
You didn't die.
Have a cigar.
It won't kill you.
Party on!
Hey, motherfuckers,
did you get a f***ing kill?
Did you get
a f***ing kill, man?
No.
Oh, sh*t.
We're f***ing...
This f***ed up rodeo is over!
We're going home!
Get your jungle camies, boys.
I'm burning all these.
We don't need them anymore.
We killed Saddam, man!
He's f***ing history!
Yeah, he's f***ing history!
We never have to come back
to this sh*t hole ever again!
[Marines cheering]
I never shot my rifle.
You do it now.
[Gun fires]
(Swoff)
Four days.
Four hours.
One minute.
That was my war.
[People cheering]
##[band playing
The Marines' Hymn]
[All clamoring]
(man)
You want some beer?
Look here, I got a beer.
[Marines cheering]
The party's started now.
Semper Fi, Marines!
Semper Fi, Marines!
(Marines)
Ooh-rah!
You did it.
You did it clean.
You made us proud.
Semper Fi.
Semper f***ing Fi.
Welcome home, Marine.
Welcome home.
Welcome home, son.
Welcome home, Staff Sergeant.
##[Soldier's Things playing]
You mind if I sit down
in your bus?
(Swoff)
Every war is different.
Ooh-rah.
(Swoff)
Every war is the same.
##[Soldier's Things playing]
Give me one shot...
Hey, where you going?
Yeah?
Fergus?
Hey, man.
Hey, man, how you doing?
Nice haircut.
Good, thanks.
Come on in.
(Fergus)
I got some bad news, man.
[Bangs]
(Swoff)
A story.
A man fires a rifle
for many years...
and he goes to war.
And afterwards
he comes home...
and he sees that
whatever else he might do
with his life...
build a house...
love a woman...
change his son's diaper...
he will always remain...
a jarhead.
And all the jarheads...
killing and dying...
they will always...
be me.
We are still...
in the desert.
##[Jesus Walks playing]
(Marine)
# All my life
it was my dream #
(Marines)
# All my life
it was my dream #
# To be a bad motherfuckin'
US Marine #
# To be a bad motherfuckin'
US Marine ##
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