Jarhead 2: Field of Fire Page #6

and get her to

wherever it is she's goin'.

So, I want you to keep

your fields of view open

and only shoot what you can hit.

Fire on my command.

Kettner, I need you

to take Khalid

to the back door.

You guys are our way out.

On me, Muji.

Yes, sir.

Ready?

Yeah.

Spider Muji?

You have Mujis

where you get that?

No!

Anoosh, stay down!

Danni, get on that front window!

Kettner, how's the back

coming along?

I'm working on it!

Danni, we gotta take

out that machine gun.

I got it.

F***.

I got you, b*tch.

I'm crossing. I'm crossing.

All right.

Hello.

Front clear!

Reloading!

RPG!

RPG!

Soto, get down!

Move or die, Marines.

A-Slash, let's roll out.

You ever pray?

Sometimes.

With my little girl.

So what's next?

We're going after her.

Four of us against every Taliban

fighter in the province?

You ready to die for this chick?

We don't know

anything about her.

That chick inspired the nation.

Because of her,

the people have hope,

for the first time

in a very long time.

Soldiers and bullets and fighting

will never save my country.

The people will.

People like her.

People who are brave enough to

stand up for what they believe in.

It is a beautiful country. I wish

you could see it the way I do.

Where'd they take her?

Only one place.

To Mullah Nafiz.

She will be stoned at dawn.

You know how to get

to this Nafiz guy?

Yes, sir.

Listen to me, man.

I know you wanna make a

difference in this war.

So do I.

See, the thing about

what you're doin',

I'm your A-Slash, I'll

follow you anywhere, man.

But you need to ask yourself

if you are ready to live

with the consequences

of your decision.

We're marines.

We're the tip of the spear.

I'm not gonna

let that woman die.

We go in at dawn

during morning prayer.

Are you sure she's in there?

We can't go in

through the front door.

There is another way.

Follow me.

Once we're inside,

where's she gonna be?

In the Nafiz's

chambers or imprisoned.

So we find her and then what?

Then we fight.

We're going in silent.

That means no gunfire until

it's absolutely necessary.

That's it.

The call to prayer.

Kill your lights.

We got exactly seven hours to

get her back to Leatherneck.

Take the door,

A-Slash.

My guess, she's in

one of those towers.

All right, let's go.

Help! Help! Help!

Help!

Here!

Let's get you

outta here. Let's go.

Marines! Standard

diamond formation.

Package in the middle.

Khalid, shield her.

Yes, sir!

All right, move out.

We're pinned down! Chris!

We're pinned!

Kettner, go!

I'll hold them off!

Kettner, let's go!

I'll make my stand here.

Go!

Looks like I'm stayin'!

Come on, let's move!

Chris, move or die.

Chris!

Don't you have

some paperwork to do?

I'm hit!

Kettner! Get up!

Cold!

You gotta cook it over a

low flame for a long time.

Brunswick stew.

You can't rush it.

Most people like chicken, but if you

want real Virginia Brunswick stew,

you gotta use rabbit.

I prefer lamb.

Never tried it with lamb.

Danni, I don't have a shot!

I'm movin' in.

When we get home,

I'll have my grandma make a big

ol' pot of Brunswick stew.

I'll tell her to use lamb.

There's plenty to go around,

and I know the old gal

would love to have you.

I would like that very much.

On your command, Corporal.

Clear!

Seventy-two virgins?

Let's get some, my brother.

Let's do it.

Come on.

Let's go.

A story.

A man has a lot of choices,

and these choices made in life

are rarely perfect.

So he decides to sign a contract

because he wants to

make a difference.

He wants to save this world,

make it a better place.

The consequences are punishing,

unforgiving,

and he questions why

he ever signed that contract.

So what's the f***ing point?

I guess the point is

responsibility of duty.

Love of country.

A way of life.

Are we on

the right side of this?

These aren't our

questions to ask.

A marine fights for the person

standing next to him.

He fights for the man

who can't stand anymore.

He fights so that others can have the

opportunity to make a difference.

That's how we make

the unforgiving forgivable.

And if we're lucky, somewhere in all the

fighting and dying, we discover hope.

And the marines who killed

and bled and died

will always be jarheads.

Their families will have to live

with the unbearable demands

of their ultimate sacrifice.

Unidentified

vehicle, 12 o'clock!

Get out of the truck!

Show me your hands!

U.S. Marines.

Marine.

Hey, it's me, Merrimette.

Unload.

Come on.

Welcome home, Marines.

It's good to have you back.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you, sir.

And the ones who make it home,

we never really leave

our brothers behind.

We always remember.

We're professional fighting men.

We are jarheads.

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