Tigerland Page #4

-Goddamn it, do you hear me?

-Yes, sergeant!

You got guard duty. Four listening

posts at the edge of the perimeter.

Dig yourself a hole and

forget about chow.

Out here, you're challenged on guard

duty. And you do it by the book.

But in Nam, if you hear something

in the bushes...

...l mean anything, you open fire.

You fire into those bushes until

you kill whatever made that sound.

When the sun comes up,

l don't give a f***...

...whether it's man, woman, child

or little Johnny next door.

l{ill it or you're not coming home.

Like the My Lai massacre, sergeant?

Paxton...

...why don't you join

your a**hole buddy?

Missing a meal would be good for

your wisecracking ass also.

Now let's fall back in for chow!

Goddamn it, do it now!

You want to march six miles tonight?

F***ing weapons at ease!

Feel like l'm digging

my own f***ing grave here.

When l was a kid...

...l used to think l could

dig my way to China.

You watched too many cartoons, Jim.

Maybe if we dig long and hard enough,

we'll tunnel our way out of this dump.

Why don't you?

My arm's too tired.

No, really. Why don't you get

yourself out of the Army?

l'm not that brave.

ln that case, l'll just have to

bury you myself!

Move it out! Come on, move it out!

Stay the f*** down!

Stay the f*** where you are!

Move! You got to move it!

Stay the f*** down!

They're firing in our path!

-Move it!

-Cease fire.

Miter! What the hell's

wrong with you?

When your men are told to move out,

they move out!

When l give orders,

you're supposed to jump.

-Do you read me?

-Yes, sergeant!

The M-60s fired directly across

our path! They'd have cut us in two!

Who told you to open your f***ing

mouth? Miter's platoon guide!

You gotta flank that M-60!

Is that clear?

Yes, sir.

lf you want these

dumb-ass b*tches dead...

...you wouldn't take them

in the belly of a pig...

...with a 762 to split their skull!

You flank the objective!

-You read me?

-Yes, sergeant!

-Get these f***ing men out the hole!

-Move it out!

Stay down! Stay down!

Stay down!

What did you say, maggot-brained

son of a b*tch?!

l said, stay down.

Get these men out the hole now!

-Platoon guide, do it! Move it!

-Come on, goddamn it!

Stay down.

Are you stupid enough

to f*** with me, boy?

Tomorrow at base

it's you, me and the captain.

lf your insubordinate ass ain't

in stockade by midday chow...

...l'll kill you myself!

You won't kill me, sergeant.

l don't know what you'll do to me,

but you won't kill me.

-Goddamn you, boy!

-Out of the trench!

Don't turn your back on me!

Get your ass with the other men now!

l understand your position. l ain't

trying to f*** things up for you.

You got your army to run and people

to kill. l'm not part of it.

Nobody quits the Army.

l'm not quitting...

...l'm just not playing.

What's your first name, sergeant?

Ezra.

Ezra.

Can l offer you a smoke?

What the f*** is wrong with you?!

That doesn't f***ing do it!

That doesn't f***ing do it!

Give me a f***ing answer!

F***!

Now you listen to me, son.

l been to where you're going.

Over there, you go from

living to dead awful quick.

What l'm trying to teach you may

save your worthless life, maybe.

l tell you what. If you snap sh*t

and soldier like l know you can...

-...l'll forget about this.

-Can't.

Sh*t, even if l wanted to,

l'm not there anymore.

What kind of bullshit

statement is this?

Ezra, no.

lt's just me.

Okay, Bozz, all right.

l'm gonna let you go.

But now it's you

and the CO, l'm out of it.

Soldier, this army's gonna come down

on your ass hard. Both feet.

You know that, don't you?

They'll push through your papers

and send you where the dying's sweet.

ls this a trick?

Trying to make me a hero

or something?

Nope.

Well, good, Ezra.

Now you get your ass up and

join these men right now.

You're a big f***ing baby!

Get out of my sight.

-Miter!

-What's he doing?

-Sergeant Landers!

-Goddamn it, what is it now?

-That's enough, sergeant.

-You got some f***ing nerve, shitbag!

Come on!

Time to go home, soldier!

l said, that's enough!

Let's go.

Goddamn it, you men will

Iearn to soldier.

The next dick tries a stunt like that

gets my size-14 Deltas...

...so far up their ass

they'll choke on the heel!

-Do you understand!

-Yes, sergeant!

You! Paxton!

-How much school have you had?

-Two years of college.

You're the next platoon guide.

Arrest him.

They didn't teach us

how to do that in college.

Are you some kind of f***ing idiot?

You inbred retard.

You don't know how to do a thing,

do you?

Tell the man he's under arrest...

...he's confined to barracks,

he won't leave the area.

You get a card table

and set it up at the door!

Why, sergeant?

So a guard can sit there, you

backed-up, sperm-brained college boy.

You're fired as platoon guide,

dumb-ass dipshit!

You think that's funny?!

Goddamn it!

Goddamn it! Give me 10, you

think it's f***ing funny!

-Wilson!

-Yes, sergeant.

Get a card table.

You're on guard.

Guard, sergeant?

You heard me!

You want these 14s up your ass?

No, sergeant!

Bozz.

You're new platoon guide.

You put that piece of sh*t

under arrest.

You tell these men to get their

haircuts. Every swinging dick.

Congratulations, sweetheart.

Sorry about that, Jim.

Oh, man.

Jealous?

Miter.

How you doing, man?

Okay, guys!

l ain't taking any of this

sh*t seriously.

Just do what you have to do

so we can live together.

lf any of you are gonna run off

and hide, let me know.

You can't do this.

You ain't got the rights.

Bleeding-heart son of a b*tch.

It ain't your army. Hear me?

Sit the f*** down at your

dumb card table, punk.

Hey, fellas. Hey!

Look, all l know is that no one's

talked to me like that...

...since l got in this goddamned

green mean machine.

-Damn right.

-l attest to that.

So yeah, Bozz.

See what happens, baby.

What else they gonna do, send us

to Viet-f***ing-Nam?

Too late for that.

Say, Bozz? Can l get a weekend pass?

Put your panties away,

your mama's panties.

They're your mama's panties. You

ain't been laid in three years.

Get me off this base, l'll show you!

Miter, baby, you gotta lay still.

Gotta lay still, man.

Take a deep breath.

Take this sh*t off.

You gotta relax.

Sh*t, you gonna run again?

l hear people in New Orleans

help me get to Mexico.

lt ain't that easy.

Army's got men, their whole job's

to look for you.

l don't care.

They'll catch you, bring you here

and put you in prison.

You best move, don't make me

have to thump you.

Want to go to military prison?

You're not that crazy.

Shut the f*** up!

Calm the f*** down, you'll wake

up Wilson. You don't want that.

Sh*t. What you gonna do now?

l'll bust my hand.

l'll bust my hand.

-Sh*t, man, that won't work.

-Watch!

l said, that won't work!

Bust my hand, they'll have to

Iet me out. Right?

-lt ain't gonna work.

-Come on, Bozz!

Break my goddamn hand

so l can go home!

You know what l am, Bozz?

l'm a butcher.

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