Tigerland

My father said the Army

makes all men one.

But you never know which one.

He didn't know Roland Bozz.

Get up!

Get the f*** up!

Come on.

Get your f***ing low-life asses

out of bed!

You got 1 5 minutes or you're

gonna do pushups until l pass out.

Let's go. Let's go.

Get up! Let's go!

Get your socks on and get outside,

you f***ing pussies!

-Hurry up!

-Move!

-Ain't got all day.

-Move your ass, soldier.

Next time won't be

no weekend in the stockade.

lt'll be a full-scale

motherfucking court-martial.

Maybe a few years hard time in

Leavenworth. How's that fly, dipshit?

Discounting reception, basic training

corrective custody...

...been in the Army more than three

months. Most of it in the stockade.

Get on that f***ing deuce!

Get up on that deuce, boy!

You don't need no special

invitation, son!

Do as l ask! Hoist that

Gl ass on that deuce!

Let's go. Get it done!

Get it done!

Private Bozz, Roland.

No middle initial.

You're going to infantry.

l bet my left nut

they bag and tag you in a week.

Any man tries that hard to get out

will never see home again.

l don't like the rehearsal,

so l'll skip the show.

F*** you. Get on that deuce.

Let's go!

Bozz.

l got a buddy in Charlie Company

says he knows a fellow by that name.

Says he's the biggest f***-up

in the Army.

Clowning around and always acting

like f***ing bozo.

Article 1 5, recycled through basic,

all kinds of goldbrick sh*t.

Sounds to me like that fellow's

no more than a goddamn coward.

Afraid of Tigerland, huh?

Should be scared.

They hump your ass until it falls off.

-l heard a guy from Bravo died there.

-No, man, that's a rumor.

You afraid of big old Tigerland,

Private F***-up?

Read this and tell me what happens.

l gotta get away from this guy.

Go for it, Bozz!

Private Bozz!

What the f***?

Stop the goddamn truck!

Goddamn it!

What the f*** is your problem?

You stupid motherf***er!

You're nothing but a--

Get back in that truck,

you little f***!

The rest of you motherfuckers,

sit your asses down!

Good morning, gentlemen.

My name is Captain Saunders.

Commanding officer, Alpha Company.

Third advance infantry

training brigade.

Welcome to the infantry, gentlemen.

No matter where you did your basic,

either Fort Polk or elsewhere...

...rest assured that we train the

proudest, the toughest...

...the best-equipped soldiers.

This base is the largest supplier

of combat troops overseas.

So don't let any man here

start having any little...

...pasty f***ing daydreams

about being anyplace else.

l sh*t you not, gentlemen.

You are headed for

a two-way firing range.

You will be sent to the war.

You will be here for an

eight-week training cycle.

After that, you will remain here

for a week more.

We will ship you to an outpost

...that is known throughout the Army

as the second worst place on earth.

Tigerland.

lt is the stateside province

of Vietnam...

...and it is as close to the war

as we can make it.

Now, gentlemen,

it behooves you to learn...

...what little we can teach you here.

For if you do, then maybe...

...just maybe...

...you will return one day to play

stink-finger with Sally back home.

Let's get squared away.

Those of you not on detail

will have a pass for the weekend.

Training begins Monday at 0430.

From that time on, every

son of a b*tch humps his own load.

-Sucky-sucky, baby?

-Oh, no, thank you.

There you go.

-You got a high sex drive.

-You're right.

Which line says that?

l'm no expert but it says

you're gonna have sex real soon.

-What about me?

-Sex for Sheri as well.

There you go.

-Did you read it?

-No, l didn't.

Me, neither. l keep it around

to piss everybody off.

Jim Paxton.

Let's not become friends. You could

die and l'd miss you too much.

Excuse me?

lt's a joke. Forget it.

Roland Bozz.

This here is Sheri and Claudia

or Claudia and Sheri.

Ladies, Jim Paxton.

-Good to make your acquaintance.

-Nice to meet you.

Charmed, l'm sure.

-Let me buy you ladies a drink.

-Right on.

Four, please.

-You girls from here?

-Born and bred. You?

-Upstate New York.

-New York.

How about you, Bozz?

Where are you from?

Texas, Jim. It's in the

Southwestern part of the U.S.

Oh, yeah? Well, l'll double-check

that on the map. Thanks.

They came down hard on you in company.

-l'm surprised they let you off base.

-They didn't.

-l'm confined to company air.

-Oh, you're AWOL?

Man, the children.

To peace on earth

and a cure for cancer.

-Cheers.

-Amen.

Don't take it all so seriously, Jim.

Lighten up.

Man, all l said was, ''To peace on

earth and a cure for cancer.''

-Who said it's a joke?

-You're doing a routine.

A funny soldier with

two girls in a bar--

Man, l'm not doing any routine.

lf you're gonna be an a**hole

about it, f*** you.

Now, Jim, that's not the answer.

Oh, really, smart-ass?

Then what is?

The answer is, l got a hotel room.

We're gonna take these ladies

and f*** till the war is over.

Okay.

Hello. This is fun.

Oh, really, really fun.

-lt's not bad for a couple grunts.

-Not bad for a couple grunts?

Who are you?

Sergeant Rock, Easy Company?

Who are you playing?

Absurd man in an absurd world?

You're playing a fool

fighting the system.

-There's a difference, Paxton.

-Really, what?

l'm a failed fool.

Yeah, you've got a rep. l heard

you're the biggest fool around.

Oh, well, thank you.

But that's it.

l'm still here when l should be out.

-And l'm gonna get out.

-Not me.

l enlisted.

-ls this some war sh*t again?

-Yes.

-l got the munchies.

-Me too.

l wish l hadn't heard you say that.

l was starting to like you.

You know, l thought a lot

about it, Bozz.

l don't like the war.

Maybe l'm even against it.

But l'm not against my country.

ls there room service here?

Where's the phone?

That's some fancy

political thinking, professor.

Let me give you some advice.

Figure out a way to go.

-Get out, singing while you go.

-Guys, help us.

-We're hungry, you know?

-Me too, man.

You know, that's not all, man.

It's not just political.

l want to go.

l want to see what it's like.

l want the experience.

l'm taking notes on everything.

Shut up. l'm taking notes

on everything. One day--

One day l'll write something

like James Jones or Hemingway.

What will you write?

That war is hell, men are brave,

that kind of old crap?

So you've popped my f***ing balloon.

Jesus Christ, Bozz.

--24-hour place on Bourbon Street.

The girls are gone.

Yes, they are.

Okay.

Hey, how you doing?

l{eep your head down.

F***ing AWOL, piece of sh*t

son of a b*tch.

That bag of sh*t of yours in the dirt.

Private Bozz is showing the

proper way to dig a hole under fire.

Under fire, you will fall

to the earth and lie flat.

Under fire, you will ask God

to remove your button...

...to get closer to the ground.

Under fire you will dig a hole

with your teeth if you have to.

Open your mouth.

Now, shitbird.

Do it! Eat dirt!

l don't hear you. ''Yes, sergeant.''

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