Sand Castle

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[Matt] "I was lucky to get a war."

That's how the old guys saw it.

I'd have the rest of my life

to tell folks how I'd made history.

Well, I signed up July 11, 2001,

two months before

that really meant something.

Oh, I'd love to say,

"I'm here to fight for freedom."

But honestly... I joined the reserves

for the college money.

I don't belong here.

And I'm ashamed of that.

A war story can't be true

unless it's got some shame attached to it.

[Cole] Hey! Ocre!

What do you think?

Pokey was my dog's name.

Mirra loma's the name

of the street I grew up on.

Oh.

It's my porn name.

I'm going balls deep in Iraq, get it?

Yeah, yeah. Clever.

That coming off?

-Yeah. Yeah, headin' that way.

-Just in time. Armored's rollin' out.

This place will be a ghost town.

Ticktock, ticktock. Right?

Right.

Hey, if I don't see you

for the rest of the war, be safe.

You too.

[Saw buzzing]

A little pressure.

Scale of one to ten, how's the pain?

[Stammers] It's a ten.

Whatever the suggested dose, double it.

That'll handle the discomfort.

Discomfort? Nah, I... [scoffs]

I can't even make a fist.

I can't roll out like this.

Let me see your hand.

-A door did that?

-Yeah.

I've seen guys rollin' out

with a lot worse.

[Newscaster]

Here's one of the potential targets.

When you're in Baghdad,

it's really quite...

That a boy, Enzo.

-[Enzo groaning]

-Get it!

[Grunts]

[Groaning]

I'm telling you guys,

I'm gonna be on the cover of men's health,

f***in' two big-old-tittied chicks

on each arm,

waves splashing on my pecs and sh*t.

Chutsky, we're gonna see you

on the cover of out magazine

with a dick in each hand

and shame in your eyes. Like this.

[Enzo moans]

Hey, you smell that?

-[Sniffs] Smells like p*ssy.

-Why would it smell like p*ssy?

Oh, hey, ocre.

[Enzo] What's up?

We were just talking about you.

[Chutsky] You look like sh*t.

That malaria pill is giving me nightmares.

[Enzo] This whole place

is a nightmare, man.

So... what'd the doc say?

Yeah. I'm good.

[Burton] Welcome back.

-Did you see armored's rolling out?

-Come again?

Whoa! Is that true?

Yeah. And I saw Cole loading the Abrams.

Sergeant Harper, are we staging?

I know what you know, chutsky.

Come on. What do I know?

Tell me what I know.

Hey, sarge, if we are staging,

we should start moving.

Guys, command will let us know

when they're ready.

Army's kept me in a cage for six weeks,

sergeant Harper.

Ooh, time to let me out. [Growls]

So how's the hand feel?

-It's not a problem.

-Okay.

Get the stick, huh?

What are you doing here?

Uh, whatever you tell me to, sergeant.

That's a very good answer.

But that's not what I mean. [Grunts]

You're a smart guy.

Smarter than most of these boys.

Why aren't you being all the f***

you can be somewhere else, huh?

Well, uh, it was laundry day

when I signed up.

[Straining] Needed the free t-shirt.

Come on, ocre.

I don't know.

My dad was in, my granddad.

Something you did, you know?

[Macgregor] Glorious day for the infantry,

sergeant Harper.

As you were.

Hooah, sergeant major.

Which way is the sh*t rolling, lieutenant?

Downhill, as always.

[Macgregor] Just as gravity intended, son.

We're being moved up the manifest.

Chalk two packs as slow

as my f***in' wife, apparently.

Roger that, sir. We're gonna be

about an hour till we're square here.

Well, better make it 30.

You boys proud and ready?

Proud and ready, sergeant major.

Proud and ready.

Yeah, you got that right.

Beautiful goddamn day for the infantry.

[Chutsky] Burton? There's no way.

Not this guy.

-[Enzo] All day. Burton.

-This little... this little...

Little baby-faced, wet-nosed puppy dog,

care bear motherf***er right here?

[Enzo] Yeah, I'm outside. I don't know

none of this sh*t's going on, right?

So I'm looking up, and I swear to god,

just as the first fireworks went off,

Mitch comes flying through the front door,

face bloodied, mangled,

just all messed up.

And then out of the corner of my eye,

i see this white flash comin'.

I look over.

It's Burton taking a running leap

off my front porch.

Came down on him

with the knee, like this. Boom!

He grabs him by the ponytail,

drags him to the middle of the street

and beat the brakes

off of this grown man.

I mean, he hit him with sh*t

i ain't never seen before.

-What, and everyone just watched?

-Yeah.

-[Enzo chuckles]

-Damn, Burton.

Bottom line, his mom

took care of me when I was a kid.

Yeah.

This guy was a piece of sh*t.

He got what was coming to him.

-That's it.

-[Enzo chuckles]

You need, like...

Like, anger management for that.

No, I'm good.

[Exhales heavily]

[Officer on radio] You're clear

to cross phase line, Alpha.

Well, I got really into pilates.

Roger that, noble lion.

We are ready to go. Over.

[Engines starting]

Guys, game on.

Let's go. Come on.

Baghdad or bust, b*tches.

Cigarette?

No, I'm good, thanks.

Don't smoke.

-Keep me safe up there.

-You know it.

[Macgregor] Yeah, let's get it up!

-[Both exclaim]

-Gonna ask you boys to get to your war.

Whoever built that berm,

if they ain't scared,

they're gonna get scared.

Double time!

March!

[Bullet whirring]

[Chuckling] Sh*t.

-[Enzo] That f***in' sucks.

-Yeah, no sh*t.

All right.

Well, you're gonna have to flank.

All right. Well, Charlie team's got a...

A team across the way.

Maybe I could flank with them.

Oh, chutsky, you want it?

Go get it, boy.

-Hey, Burton.

-Yeah?

[Chutsky] Give me some smoke!

Hey, hey, hey,

but don't bum-rush the guy, okay?

Command does not want us

destroying a mosque.

-It's gonna be a bad PR problem.

-F***in' liberals.

I don't think it's coming from the mosque.

I saw muzzle flashes behind it.

-What building?

-[Panting]

[Bullets whirring]

I, uh... I think he's in the hotel.

Hotel. I'm gonna take the kid.

-[Harper] All right, ocre.

-Hey, Burton!

-[Harper] Go on, point it out!

-Rockin' and rollin'. You ready?

-Let's go. Follow me, ocre!

-[Matt] Moving.

[Chutsky] Oh! Sh*t!

F***! Sh*t. F*** me!

[Gunfire continues]

Go, go, go, go, go, go!

[Kidwell] All right, all right!

Where's the co?

-Co!

-[Chutsky] Right here, sergeant!

[Kidwell] Co! Get over here!

[Chutsky] All right, private here knows

where the fire's coming from.

-[Kidwell] Where's it coming from?

-He's thinking the hotel.

[Matt panting] He's in the hotel.

[Kidwell] Alpha, follow him.

Bravo, with me.

All right, on me!

[Chutsky] Ocre!

[Soldier] You got it.

Move.

Move.

Set.

Move, move, move, move, move, move, move!

-[Muffled gunshot]

-Ah! [Groaning]

[Chutsky] Contact! Contact!

Southeast building.

Ocre, cover fire!

Out the window.

-[Gunfire]

-Guys, get the f*** up the stairs!

All right.

Ocre, cover fire.

I got ya. I got ya.

Oh, you're good.

-[Soldier grunts]

-You're good. You're good.

Just quit your bellyaching. You're fine.

Just a little gun wound.

All right, help me out here.

Help me out. God damn.

-[Matt] He okay?

-F***in' do something.

Yeah, we're fine.

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