The Siege of Firebase Gloria Page #2

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the move out there.

Of course they are, Sergeant-Major.

It's the Tet holiday.

Every gook in the country is

on the way to his mama-san's

for f***ing fish heads and rice.

We just rescued

an American prisoner,sir.

And he's given us vital information

about heavy . . .

Soldier.

Come here.

Come here, soldier.

What?

Lemme I ask you a question.

Does she or doesn't she have

the greatest set of tits

you've ever seen in your entire life?

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir!

That'll be all, gentlemen.

Dismissed.

Oh, by the way, Sergeant Major.

Put your men to work on

repairing the mess tin refs.

Haven't had ice cream in two weeks.

Complete air superiority

and they can't freeze a couple

gallons of f***ing ice cream!

Let's get outta here.

So. . .ah.

Staying, Sergeant Major?

Hundreds of places to live.

Sergeant Major. . .

I would say,

this is a perfect time

for a change of command.

For Chrissakes,

he's already brain-dead

If we don't do it

it's gonna get

everybody killed

including ourselves.

Sergeant Major. . .

Sergeant Major!

Goddamit, Nard, I hear you.

Wait until nightfall.

I don't want him killed.

No problem.

Incoming!

Ceasefire! Ceasefire!

What the f*** was that?!

Incoming rounds.

Oh, hell. They got the CP.

Medic!

Medic!

Get the f*** here, now!

Goddamit. . .

Huh. Nobody.

Mighty Mouse never get us out this sh*t.

Okay. . .

Mighty Mouse and Underdog.

I don't know. . .

Yet. . .

No. No. No.

How much time you got up here?

Yeah. Seventeen more days.

I'm gonna miss you.

Yeah, I'll miss you too.

Varia, it's Jones here.

I read you, Sergeant.

I'm on my way.

Who're you?

Sergeant Major Hafner.

Where's Captain Williams?

Unconscious, down at sick bay.

We had incoming last night.

Poor guy.

Sh*t.

What's your status?

First Sergeant Jones, sir.

just in from patrol.

Sit down.

Well, you're my First

Sergeant now, Jones.

Wha'd you see out there?

Three hundred on the move.

Maybe more.

All regulars.

Yeah, we can add

about two thousand to that.

Maybe in ballpark.

Where?

An Lap. Yesterday.

Crap's gonna hit the fan, Top.

And this f***in' place ain't

prepared for the sh*t.

This firebase can't be defended.

How many people do you have

out there, that ain't brain-dead?

I don't have anyone

who's willing to trip over

his guts for the

Vietnamese way of life.

-This I know...

Any illusions about yours or my

brand of democracy, First Sergeant?

We're gonna re-fortify this sh*t-hole,

then we're gonna protect it like

it was your daughter's cherry.

I hate, I'm gonna die here.

Right.

There's no doubt in my military mind

that we are in a deep-sh*t situation, people.

Now, if any of you dog-faced dope smokers

don't feel like pulling your

share of the load around here,

you can pack your sh*t

and get your young asses

off of my firebase right now.

Sandbag this west sector, now!

Move your ass!

Somebody get me a

goddamn vehicle up here

and drive this heap of sh*t outta here!

I want these fresh

lines squared away.

Break your legs

and do a purpose dig.

You find them, tonight.

there is hope, damn tomorrow.

It's as simple as...

What the f*** is that?

Combat photographer.

Crazy as a bedbug.

They say, he's got the best

Cambodian Red around.

Yeah?

Oh, we'll see about that.

Hey. . .God what a defensive fighter.

Matter of fact, not a bad idea.

I understand you got some

pretty badass Cambodian Red.

Ain't the truth, isn't it?

Fine, my weed here. Been

smoking opium for a month.

This takes the edge off ev'rything.

Goddamn. That's my favorite kind.

No, sh*t.

Give it to me.

Wha-why should I give it for?

I said f***ing give it to me.

Hey man. This should cost me

two cases of peaches, man.

-Nard.

You've been strip-searched by a Marine.

Because I suggest

you reach in and find it.

But you sure as hell,

you don't want me to do it.

Now, do it right now!

Now!

All right, all right!

Hey, call a dog laugh.

Hey, all right.

Sh*t.

I hate this game.

Sergeant Major.

Can I keep it?

Yeah, you found it.

It's all yours, Nards.

Give him a rifle and

put him on the line.

Yes, let's go Doctor Leary.

You can't do this.

I'm a civilian.

Yeah, well you've just been

f***ing drafted, sweetheart.

I'm an innocent objector.

Hey, alright I'm comin'.

We work for a living now.

So you're staying!?

What about the nurses?

Nurses?

Yes, there are nurses

up at the station.

Doin' this field exercise.

Sh*t's gettin' pretty goddamn

deep around here.

Is there any nuns or Girl Scouts,

that I should know about

on the firebase?

That's what happens when

you inherit wealth.

Lucky you.

Yeah, lucky me.

Aid station, Sergeant Major.

Alright,

I want these troops patched

up and back out on the line,

ASAP.

If they can fire a rifle, they

can send my gratitude.

I take it you're in command?

You take it right.

What's your trade or field?

Captain Flanagan.

199th Evacuation Hospital.

Sir, did I hear you say you want

my wounded back on the line?

That's affirmative, Captain.

We're facing a regiment

of VC out there.

Breaking it down

into layman's terms,

that's five to one in their favor.

I'm not too goddamn

crazy about you ladies

being on my firebase

in the first place.

But I guess I can learn

how to live with it, can I?

I understand.

I want you to get a

list of supplies together

that you gonna have

to have turned over to

First Sergeant here take care of this.

Good morning, Miss Flanagan.

Captain...

The rank's Captain.

I'm real impressed.

Maybe you are made to see it.

C'mon, First Sergeant.

Headquarters still didn't buy

my analysis of the situation.

Hell, they had experts staying

in air-conditioned offices in Saigon

who understood that we're a whole lot

better than anyone in the front line.

We had asked for

ammunition and reinforcements.

What we got was the mail run,

a few cases of beer and a VD film.

They just wouldn't believe we were

up against a regiment of Vietcong.

They didn't even bother to

send a replacement CO.

Nice knowing you, sir

There were times when

we all wondered whether

headquarters was

fighting the same war.

Incoming!

Cover!

Get me the f*** outta here!

Sh*t!

Damn, all you arty motherfuckers.

I'm an officer.

An officer?

If I'd knew you were officer,

I'd left your ass right

out there, motherf***er.

Nardo, we got contact.

Visual. Two figures.

Two hundred yards.

Hello.

Yeah. Hi! Hi!

We friend.

No, no. Stay there, stay there.

American, mai loi.

What you got, Murph?

Ah, just a couple of girls.

Wanna come out?

Whaddaya think?

Me friend.

Bullshit.

I smell sapper.

Cut 'em down.

Goddamit, Murphy.

I said take your weapon. . .

F*** you, you just f*** it...

No!

For God's sakes, no!

Listen to me.

This is Vietnam, you understand?

Pretty girls got balls.

Instead of their mommies

putting books in their hands,

and sending 'em to school,

they wrap 'em up in dynamite

and send 'em off to kill GIs.

You got that?

That's the enemy, Murphy.

That's the enemy!

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