Jarhead 2: Field of Fire Page #3

Do not let him touch that mound.

What the f*** you doing, Muji?

Get your ass back in the truck.

We got movement at 12 o'clock.

Sh*t.

Donkey! Who's that?

That your boy?

That's your boy? He's just

carrying water to his village.

I don't care about his village.

Lower your weapon.

How do I know he's not

gonna set this thing off?

Because it's

a victim-activated IED.

There could be a secondary.

Cell phone! Cell phone!

Drop the cell phone! Relax!

What's on that donkey?

Drop the cell phone!

A-slash, take charge.

I'm gonna put one in him,

I ain't killed...

Do not let him touch... Get

him away from there. Shh!

Drop the phone!

F***ing a**hole!

What the hell does a Muji on a

donkey need a cell phone for anyway?

Probably texting his girlfriend?

You got jokes?

You can relax now.

You see it? You see it?

Yes. I see it.

Wait, what...

What the f*** is

goin' on, A-slash?

This is just a car radio.

Maybe it'll play the Beach Boys.

We're cool. He says

it's just a car stereo.

What are you doing, man?

Are you playing in the sand?

Come on, man.

You tell him to get

away from that thing.

What? What, man? What?

The radio was just

a decoy device.

Leave it alone. Let's go.

It's a HME, maybe 40 pounds

of bang, maybe more.

So if I trip it,

I'll be going to paradise

sooner than I planned.

That's fine for you, right? You got

72 virgins waiting for you, right?

Tell him not to touch a goddamned

thing and get his ass back here.

I'm gonna shoot you

right in the face, motherf***er.

I swear to God, man,

you touch that thing,

I'll shoot you and say you did

it to yourself. Let's go.

Let's go! Let's go! No!

What the f*** did I say?

I told you not to f***ing do it!

I'll kill you, motherf***er!

Are you listening to me?

- Get off him!

- Listen to me.

Kettner, get off.

I'm telling you, man.

Get off him.

You cool? I'm cool. I'm cool.

I'm cool.

Daniel?

I'm cool. I'm cool.

You cool?

Yes, sir.

If you ever pull any sh*t like

that again, I'll kill you myself.

You got that, Private?

Yes, Corporal.

Now get in the trucks!

Yes, sir.

I told you I got this.

Shut the f*** up, Muji!

Gunmetal

2-5, this is Thunder Ops, over.

Roger, Thunder

Ops, this is Gunmetal 2-5.

Send your traffic. Over.

What's your ETA

to FOB Ouellette? Over.

67 clicks over rough

terrain. Two hours Max, over.

Roger that, Gunmetal 2-5.

Thunder Ops out.

Got another one for you, Li.

Yeah, go for it.

Bush or no bush?

I think bush is

highly underrated.

George Bush?

No, come on, man.

What do you know

about bush, man?

You still live

with your parents?

So?

You pigs never cease

to disgust me.

Come on, Danni,

you know you dig it.

What?

Being objectified

by a bunch of

drooling troglodytes?

Not so much, boot.

What's a troglodyte?

Google it.

It means caveman.

Come on, Danni.

You could tell us.

We're all friends here.

What are you rocking

downstairs, baby girl?

You couldn't handle what I'm

rocking downstairs, mama's boy.

Come on, Danni, you gotta give

us a little something something.

What are you rocking downstairs?

Full '70s style?

Bermuda triangle?

Landing strip? Bald eagle?

Come on, leave my bush

outta this conversation.

Yeah.

Okay, fine.

I got a hardwood floor

with a Queen Christina.

What's a Queen Christina?

Hey, what about you, Soto?

You look like a pretty hairy guy.

You trim the hedge?

Come on, Soto, you can tell me.

You squeaky clean down there?

Or you got a little chin

tickler for your girlfriend?

Maybe.

Come on,

what is a Queen Christina?

Am I making you

uncomfortable, Soto?

Yeah, kinda.

Okay, that's what I thought.

Let's leave my bush out of

the conversation, okay?

Come on, guys, what the

f*** is a Queen Christina?

Google it, boot!

Whoa!

What the hell?

Sit tight.

They're friendly, Corporal.

U.S. Marines!

CPO Fox, SEAL Team 10.

It's a SEAL.

Chris Merrimette. Echo Company

Second Battalion, CLR 10.

We need a ride outta here.

You mind if we catch one?

Yeah, sure. Where's

the rest of your team?

Coop, let's move.

That's it?

Taliban hit us really hard.

That's all we got.

Our comms are down.

Get ready to roll, Marines.

Who's she?

She's with us. I want to Evac ASAP.

Let's go, come on, move.

Danni? Call in QRF. Let's get these

guys a chopper to the Green Zone.

Thunder Ops,

this is Gunmetal 2-5. Over.

Listen to me, keep trying. This

valley's sh*t, you understand?

Hey, Coop? Let's go, move!

Thunder Ops,

this is Gunmetal 2-5. Over.

Let's roll.

Go!

See you, boys!

- Get the hell outta here!

- Go, go, go!

Thanks for saving our ass, Corporal.

No problem.

We need to get her

outta this valley ASAP.

Thunder Ops,

this is Gunmetal 2-5. Over.

I repeat, Thunder Ops,

this is Gunmetal 2-5. Over.

We got no talk.

Just keep trying.

Thunder Ops,

this is Gunmetal 2-5. Over.

What's that right there?

What's that there?

Hey, I got movement

at my 3 o'clock.

3 o'clock-50!

What the hell!

- Sh*t!

- What the hell!

Get up on

the f***ing .50 Cal!

Thunder Ops,

this is Gunmetal 2-5.

We're taking heavy

fire in the vicinity

of our last coordinates. Gunmetal

2-5, we're taking heavy gunfire!

Soto, get your ass

back up there!

Get on the goddamned .50!

Gunmetal 2-5.

They're shooting, Soto,

you get on that .50 Cal.

- Son of a b*tch!

- I can't do it.

Tell him you're marines!

Il:
They don't give a sh*t!

This is Gunmetal 2-5.

This is Gunmetal 2-5.

RPG, move!

- Get out! Get out! Get out!

- Move, move, move!

Soto, get the f*** down!

Grenade!

Suppressive fire!

Come on, move, move!

Go! Get him!

Get your asses down. Go!

Down, damn it!

Reloading!

Save your ammo, Marines!

Only shoot what you can hit.

Soto, snap out of it!

Sh*t!

Get behind the rocks.

Behind the rocks!

All right, listen up!

Forty Mike Mike!

Forty Mike Mike!

Go three, gunner acknowledge.

Up top!

Three on the ridge.

9 o'clock, Cooper.

Nine, nine, nine!

I need a Mag here.

Soto!

Get down! Soto!

Man down!

Soto! Soto!

F*** you!

Ridge clear!

Li.

Li, come on, man.

No.

No, buddy, come on.

Relax. Let it go.

It's okay.

Shh!

Let it go.

Li. Li.

F***!

Hey! Marine!

Stand down!

Walk away!

Easy. Easy, easy.

Slow down. Slow down.

Slow it down.

Breathe, Marine.

There you go.

Let it go.

Hey.

Cowboy up, do you hear me?

Get back in the game.

Let's go.

Corporal, we need to move.

That was a coordinated attack.

We're gonna have every Muji in

the province gunnin' for us.

And I need to

get her out in 48 hours.

We can't leave our men behind.

I know what it's like

to lose good men, Corporal.

But if we don't get our asses in

gear, we're gonna lose a lot more.

Let's go.

Senior Chief.

I don't think we can help you.

We're box kickers,

not a fire team.

You are now, kid.

Hey, Private, keep it together.

Go pull Li's dog tags.

Consolidate his ammo.

Roger that.

Everything's

shot up or blown up.

Vehicles are toast.

We got no SatComm.

Let's go. Come on.

Thank you.

Move or die, Marines!

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