The Green Berets Page #4

- Relax. Sit down.

- My, it's a beautiful evening.

- That it is.

Captain Nim.

Thank you.

This would be great country...

...if not for the war.

And the damn monsoons.

Give me a beer,

will you, Petersen.

You won it all.

Why ain't you in this game?

Mr. Beckworth showed him 3 aces.

Be sure and check the guard roster

before you turn in.

Good night.

Good night, sir.

Where's McGee?

- Doc, you got the 4-to-6 watch.

- Delightful! Thank you.

Jim Beam! You're not feeding him that

stuff? You sure it's good for him?

You questioning...

...my professional competence?

- He sure looks bad.

- He's dying, poor old thing.

- Can't even eat anymore.

- What seems to be wrong?

I'm not the best doctor in the world,

but I'm the best one without a license.

My diagnosis is plague,

tuberculosis, old age...

...and no hope.

He's tired...

...bone tired.

The Captain's in there!

Check the damage in the dispensary!

Everything's all right here, Colonel!

A near miss, but nobody hurt.

- I think they've stopped.

- Yes, sir.

This is the usual procedure.

About every other night.

Harassment.

It's pretty good shooting.

Commo bunker,

the dispensary, the team house.

It's a sure thing that they

have eyes inside our camp.

Check gear, they hit the commo bunker.

Lieutenant Green,

form a recon patrol, ASAP!

Petersen, come with me.

Who is it?

It's the captain, sir.

Better...

...move him out of there.

Colonel Kirby!

Be right there.

He was going to go home

tomorrow, wasn't he, sir?

All the way.

- What do we got, Green, 10 pounders?

- 10 pound warheads, sir.

- Ready to go hunting?

- Be a couple of minutes yet.

I'll be gone about 3 hours.

Mind the store.

Don't worry.

Two-niner Savoy.

This is Savoy Eight.

Over.

Savoy Eight, this is Savoy Five.

Over.

This is Savoy Eight.

I'm nearing the camp.

Have thrown smoke.

Identify.

Savoy Eight, this is Savoy Five.

I see green smoke.

Come on in. Out.

We'd better get out of the way

of the copters.

Those choppers are very important

out here, aren't they?

Couldn't win this war without them.

I'm sort of new out here.

What's this all about?

Muldoon and MacDanial,

in those choppers...

...fly low over the treetops

and hope to draw V. C. Gunfire.

You mean there are V. C. That close?

Yes.

Mr. Beckworth, I have V. C.

In my own strike force.

Pardon me.

I have to check the perimeter.

There they are,

building a boat bridge.

They're not Cong,

they're hard-core regulars.

You worry me.

3 tours of duty

and you still act like a civilian.

Sergeant Muldoon,

I'm not a Marine.

I believe in my comfort.

We got the tin.

What about the 50 caliber?

Don't worry. Next drop.

How'd you do it?

A guy in Kho Sahn

wanted 2 cases of bourbon.

Bourbon! How'd you get

2 cases of bourbon?

From a guy in supply

in Bien Hoa.

Why would he give you

that much booze?

He didn't give it to me.

I traded him for it.

Traded him what?

I traded him a Montagnard crossbow...

...a number one address

on Tu Do Street...

...and a pair of Ho Chi Minh sandals.

And where did you get

a pair of Ho Chi Minh sandals?

I made them.

I work hard.

I've gone to church.

I was a Boy Scout.

I was an Eagle Scout!

He funny!

How did you get in here?

Where do you sleep?

Where's...?

Anywhere.

All right, come here.

- Colonel Kirby?

- Affirmative!

Lt. Jamison, 91st Navy Seabee

detachment out of Cho Min.

This is Captain MacDanial.

We'd have come sooner, but the

Marines wanted a strip up north.

It's going to get a little hairy

around here, Lieutenant...

...so we're glad to see you,

late or not.

The rest of my outfit will be coming

with the heavy equipment.

They set it down

right where the work is.

- How's that, sir?

- Could you move that jungle back for us?

Just say the word,

and I'll move it to China.

We don't need that much.

Just a clear killing zone.

Will do, sir.

Arrange pads.

How many men?

Lucky number.

13. Hop to it!

- I'd like to run an equipment check.

- Go ahead.

Sight for sore eyes.

That thing sure does a day's work!

Easier than mowing the lawn.

Everybody's as busy as little bees.

Hello, Charlie.

Get me Captain Nim and Colonel Kirby.

The charge?

This man was pacing off the distance

between the wall and the team house.

We could've been there tonight

and caught a round.

I certainly hope you can

prove that, Sergeant.

Easy, Tran.

Kowalski.

He was a hell of a soldier, sir.

Is that what you do?

Sponsor an inquisition over here?

- Is that what you'll tell the people?

- I'll tell what I saw.

- That was nothing.

- Brutality's not nothing.

That man was lining us up

for a V. C. Mortar crew.

There's still due process.

Out here, due process is a bullet.

I want you to keep that lighter.

It belonged to a medical specialist

in Captain Coleman's team.

After delivering a Montagnard baby,

on his way back to camp a month ago...

...his friends found him

about 3 clicks out...

...beheaded, mutilated.

His wife couldn't have recognized him.

And that V. C. In there did it!

That has nothing to do...

Tell it to Captain Coleman.

And shout it loud...

...because Arlington Cemetery's

a long way from here.

Next. Now what is it this time?

That old ear bothering you?

Methiolate.

I'm not going to hurt you one bit.

Now just hold still.

That's it. Don't move.

There. Now that's my good girl?

Candy.

That's for you.

Take it. That's it!

Next.

What is it this time?

Want me to take a look?

Depressor.

Now that's a big boy.

You know something?

You're all well.

Candy.

Here, that's for you.

Montagnards, sir. The old man's

chief of the main village.

Great!

I'll take her.

Right here will do it.

The little girl is his granddaughter.

She stepped on a pungi stick.

He's afraid she's going to die.

- How is it?

- It's a nasty wound and it's infected.

But if we can control it,

she'll be all right. Good as new.

Pretty tough way...

...to find out about pungi sticks.

Sure is.

This is the chieftain of the village.

Does he speak English?

No, sir.

- He must trust us.

- How's that, sir?

Letting Sergeant McGee

take care of his granddaughter.

- Tell him to come in.

- I did, sir. And they won't.

Then why did he

come to us for help?

He says papers fall from the sky.

Papers say white man...

...long nose, round eyes,

called Americans...

...help Montagnards.

But Viet Cong say our papers lie.

Pardon me, sir.

You like this?

She's a woman, right?

She said she won't ever take it off.

And don't you take this off either.

Now you make your old granddad...

...bring you back when this is dirty

and I'll put a clean one on for you.

That's a good girl!

He says the Viet Cong takes all

the rice, pigs and chickens...

...and forces all the young men

to fight for them.

He hates the Cong.

Tell him if he'll bring

his people in with us...

...that we'll give them

protection, money and food.

What's he saying?

He said, "What's money?"

How do you answer that?

I think the United States Army

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