The Siege of Firebase Gloria Page #4

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You got a piece?

What?

A rifle.

You have a rifle?

Uh-uh.

You might need one.

Tomorrow, were gonna

be attacked for sure.

Why don't you take mine?

Aren't you gonna need it?

I'll find another one.

Safety on. Off.

It's got a full clip.

Thanks.

Wish me luck?

Good luck.

Soup's up. Let's break a leg.

All over the country, Charlie

was giving us big trouble.

Nothing was out of his reach.

I just hoped

there was someone,

somewhere who

hadn't forgotten us.

F*** me dead!

No love for you today, mother?

Where we going, Skipper?

A f***in' outpost called Gloria.

It's on the map.

Don't wait for it.

It's gonna go!

Get clear!

There goes our escort.

Picked a fine time to

leave me, Lucille.

Alright, saddle up!

Attack!

Eat this!

All right!

They're breakin' through.

Murphy, you hold this line!

Get back!

Get the f*** back!

Let's go!

Fill it in!

Quickly, get it

moved out, right now!

C'mon, Murphy!

Hold the line!

Is that it?

Sure is.

Which ones are our guys?

The ones in the middle.

I think.

Alright, squeeze the

cheeks together.

This f***er's gotten warmer.

Guys, I'm goin' in low.

Just see 'em where you see 'em.

I'll come out over the trees.

Let's make it hard for Charlie.

This is f***ing hairy.

Alright.

Boys maul up

that Twelve-Seven.

I see it!

In the tree line.

Alright, I got it.

I got it.

Got a rocket

right up your ass.

Damn it, missed!

F***ed up their garden.

Somethin' awful.

Yes! Yes!

Hi. May I take your order?

Yeah, we need

C rations, ammunition, radio

and above all,

bring back the Air Cav.

You want French fries with that?

No, but I'll tell you what

you can have a clean shave

next time you come back.

You look a goddamn hippie!

Aye, General.

Back at noon.

The Air Cav has bought us

a little more time.

God knows when they'll

come our way again.

The dead piled up

and too many of them were ours.

We were killing Charlie wholesale.

But he didn't seem to care.

Yes, we'd do the same if

Charlie occupied South Carolina.

Jesus. . .

F***in' war.

They called it a 'police action'.

You took some hits, Skipper.

You've estranged the game

through this thing.

Gimme another one, Chief.

I need fifteen, yeah.

Got it.

Guys, I know you

got other missions

but I need some volunteers.

I'm on vacation.

There's a ceasefire. Can't you tell?

-Yeah.

We cease. They fire.

You guys like a

little excitement?

There's a firebase in

rat's ass called Gloria.

They're in deep sh*t.

How 'bout it?

F*** it, why not?

Beats the mail run.

Check!

We're like heroes.

Yo, Skipper.

-Yeah.

We gassed and done, the f***in' CO

wouldn't give us the aircraft.

What?

The supplies are

waiting too.

Says who?

F***ing ground officer.

Okay.

It's time to play captain.

Hey you. Boy.

Who you callin' 'boy'?

Number One, shut your mouth.

Number Two, I'm Captain Moran.

Sorry, Captain. I was just...

I don't care what

the f*** your name is.

What I care about is the

aircraft, right over here.

I'm taking that one.

I'm taking those two, as well.

I swear to God, if you waste

any more of my time.

You're a f***in' dead guy.

Yes, Captain.

Start cleaned up, soldier.

Carry on.

Six-One-Two, this is Six.

Thirty second pass, over the canopy.

Let's burn Charlie's ass.

Gunners on your left, you'll

notice targets of opportunity.

Please fire at will and thank

you for flying Moran Airlines.

Yeah, yeah!

Help's coming.

Help's coming!

It's down. Let's get 'em in a hurry.

C'mon, crates. Move!

The choppers were

bringing what they could.

But it didn't change a lot of line.

We were surrounded, outnumbered

but no place to go.

There was no doubt

in my military mind

the next attack could be the last.

It was a do or die situation.

As ordered, General.

Outstanding.

Don't call me "General", no more.

I got you arms and some

medicals and a radio.

Hope that works.

I gotta go.

What's this?

Thought you said,

you needed a shave.

Good luck, General.

Six-One, Two. This is six.

Let 'em know who we

are on the way out.

Six, this is Six-One.

Ah, I got some rockets left.

We don't get paid

to bring them home.

Leave some widows behind.

Six, this is Six-One.

Sweep the deck,

set Two-Niner-Seven.

Them motherfuckers.

They're at it again!

Alright, that's it.

Deadeye, you cut

those f***ers down

before we go out of business.

- Got ya!

Out-f***ing-standing!

Yeah! Baby!

Ah, yes.

Pee Wee.

Pee Wee.

The nights were always

beautiful that time of the year.

But you were no safer at night

and the long hours of stillness.

worked on your fears.

Night was the time you wondered

what the hell you were doing here.

And when do you get your

balls blown off tomorrow.

You can do some ugly

pretty thinking at night.

For some of us, the nights

were gettin' far too long.

You're turning to

sh*t on me, Nard.

Huh?

Look at yourself.

You don't look like any kind of

goddamn Marine I've ever seen.

What is this?

You turnin' into

some kind of goddamn

Cambodian witch doctor on me?

What's next?

A hole in your nose?

A f***in' plate on your lower lip?

F*** the Marines.

I'm gonna act like

I never heard that.

What?

I'm gonna act like I

never even heard that.

F*** the Corps. . .

. . .and f*** the war.

If I didn't raise

you from a puppy

and hold your hand

all the way up

through the

United States Marine Corps,

I would step on

your goddamn dick

right here and now.

Do you think I care?

I mean, do you think

I'd give a sh*t anymore?

Aw hell, now seventeen are dead.

When I was seventeen,

I want to be just like you.

Badass Marine

Go out and find myself

a shitty little war

and fight communism.

Okay?

You're goddamn war hero.

But I tell you what,

at seventeen years later,

I don't even know

what a communist is.

What? Some dink in

black pajamas

runnin' around

in rice paddies.

Ha, that's a commie?

Hell, that poor sonofabitch

hasn't even heard of Karl Marx.

This has dick to

do with dinks,

commies, or

Karl f***ing Marx

and you know

as well, as I do

it has to do with

your little boy Jimmy.

But he died, he took you

right along with him, didn't he?

No.

Sergeant Major.

You just got too personal.

That's right.

Turn your back on him.

Go out there and bury your

goddamn head in the sand

like a f***in' ostrich.

Maybe it'll all go away.

Goddamn it! He was the

only thing I ever loved!

You let me down, Nard.

I let you down.

That's right.

When the boy died,

you can come to me.

You let me put my arms around you

and cried with you.

You left for San Francisco and

stayed drunk for three weeks.

AWOL.

Got busted all the

way down to corporal.

I didn't go AWOL.

I went crazy.

And I went to hell.

May I please be dismissed?

Go to bed, Nard.

Go on.

How's it goin', soldier?

I'd rather be home, sir.

Where is home?

Little Rock.

You're better off here, boy.

Think so?

Yeah.

Just keep your

ass down, you hear?

I hear you, sir.

- Okay.

Sh*t!

Hafner.

East 50.

On the double.

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