Tigerland Page #6

And if they die, well...

...they're dying for me.

You're a brave man.

-You're the brave one, Bozz.

-Bullshit.

Courage is when you're the only guy

who knows how sh*t-scared you are.

Then you're right.

l am the brave one.

Let's get out of here.

We gotta get back.

F***ing Sergeant Thomas

will chew my ass for chow!

-Anytime today, Private Paxton.

-l'm coming, Private Bozz.

F***.

We should have jumped.

Yeah.

We can always go back.

Come on, man.

Fight!

Calm the f*** down here!

Calm the f*** down!

Get him, Bozz!

Get him, Bozz, get him!

Let him go! You're gonna hurt

him, Bozz, let him go!

Let him go, Bozz!

Let him go! Come on! Get off!

Goddamn it!

Damn you, Paxton. Let them fight.

Shut the f*** up.

You know he deserved every bit of it!

Took four hours for

my nose to stop bleeding.

Get off it, Wilson!

You had it coming, man!

-l was just f***ing with him.

-lf Paxton here had kept quiet...

...boy, you'd be in hell right now,

sure as sh*t!

lf l knew Bozz would stop,

l wouldn't have said anything.

Apologize, Bozz.

Get off it.

You heard me, Bozz.

You apologize to me right now.

Yeah, Bozz. Apologize to the man.

Say, ''l'm sorry l didn't

kill your ass!''

Think that's funny?

F***.

You tried to embarrass me in front

of every f***ing person here.

Apologize.

Cease firing!

Clear your weapons!

Weapons clear.

NeRt group on the line, let's move!

NeRt group on the line!

-Weapon safe?

-Yeah, all clear.

Take a mag.

Ready on the right.

Ready on the left.

Firing line is ready.

Shooters, prepare to flre!

fire!

Cease flre! Clear your weapons!

-Weapon clear, Barnes?

-All clear, Bozz.

-The f*** you doing, Wilson?

-l{illing me a Cong.

What the hell's going on?

Unload that weapon!

Head or the body, Bozz?

You choose!

Unload that f***ing weapon!

-Head or the body?

-Damn it, unload that piece!

-F*** you, Bozz.

-Unload that weapon!

F*** you, Bozz!

lt's jammed.

Did you see that? Did you see that?

Looks like a misfeed jammed it.

Well, you are one lucky dick, Bozz.

lt would've killed you

and the three people next to you.

-Hope you're not too disappointed.

-What do you want to do?

How about get Wilson as far

the f*** away as possible, sir?

Well, you have the right to

press for a court-martial.

Otherwise, you can let us

handle it our way.

l'd personally prefer that option.

-Consider it a personal favor to me.

-Get Wilson out, sir.

l don't recall telling you

to open your stinkhole.

He's right, sir. Wilson

shouldn't be in the Army.

Even if he did try to kill somebody.

You and l need to exchange some ideas.

That doesn't solve our problem.

We need to get him out now

or we'll file for a court-martial.

Paxton, you're dismissed.

Yes, sir.

He's learning.

Bozz, do you think the Army's never

seen pissants like you before?

l know you think you're some

big swinging-dick hero.

l know a lot of the men think so too.

But l know you for what you are.

You are a coward.

You're a born leader and you're afraid

to take any real responsibility!

That's why you dropped out of school,

why you drop out of everything!

You're pissing your life away!

l don't need the f***ing Army...

...and l don't need the war

to tell me that, sir!

Get on your feet, soldier.

Attention!

l don't want you in a stockade.

l don't want you recycled.

l don't want you drummed out

on some bad conduct discharge.

l want you exactly where you are.

And we'll just naturally chew you up.

l'll take care of Wilson.

You get the f*** out of my face.

Sure glad they got Wilson's ass out.

Good riddance to bad rubbish.

-Shut your f***ing mouth.

-You shut the f*** up.

-Guys, relax.

-l ain't starting.

You already got your ass beat once.

-Just watch your back in Tigerland.

-l'll do that.

l guess l'm supposed to joke

about how l owe you my life.

-He almost killed you.

-You jealous?

You wanted to know what it was like.

What what was like?

The great lesson

of being close to death.

l{now what l know?

Same thing you know.

We're in a real bad way.

F***.

Real bad way.

All right! Let's go! Move it!

Come on! Let's go!

-Come on! Move! Move!

-Move your ass!

Come on, fat boy! Move your ass!

Let's go, soldier!

Let's go! Let's go!

Welcome to Tigerland!

Your final training

before you're shippe overseas!

Here, everything's done

eactly as it is over there.

You will search and destroy,

hunt and kill!

You'll move by chopper to secure

any area deemed necessary.

You'll be allowed one hour's sleep.

Minor mistakes

will pay back major punishment.

Maybe you've heard

we've lost this war.

Or we've lost the support

of people here at home.

lt's too late to

ask those questions.

You're not back on the block.

You're alive in a year,

we'll talk about it.

When you arrive in Nam...

...it's important to get acclimated

as quickly as you can.

Remember to think.

-You understand me?

-Yes, sergeant!

What matters now is sharpening your

ability to find and destroy the enemy.

Practice how to stay alive.

l know what you're thinking.

l've been there myself.

You're thinking you'll

go somewhere safe.

You'll luck out.

Tigerland is where

you stop bullshiRing yourself.

Sarge, you got any advice

on how to stay alive in Vietnam?

-l do, private. Don't go.

-Right on, right on.

My friend here wants the experience.

Says he ain't scared.

Well, good luck.

lf you ask me, l'll stick

with the smart and the scared.

You'll be under the care of NCOs

and officers who were in combat.

Listen to them.

They know what they're talking about.

Cota.

l'm Staff Sergeant Cota.

l've done two tours in Vietnam.

My first in '67 with the 101st.

l iust completed my second with MAC-V.

l only have two wors

of avice for you.

An those are to listen...

...an to learn.

All riyht, let's sale up.

Let's go! Let's saddle up!

Let's go, goddamn it!

Get down!

Good job, Paxton. Good job.

Good job, Johnson.

All right.

Get your ass behind that tree!

Fantastic. You guys move

like f***ing soldiers!

Get your ass down!

Ryan, get your ass down!

Go! Move! Move!

Bozz, keep that barrel

out of the dirt!

Moye, moye, moye!

Paxton, why are you slowing up?

Get your ass down!

You are the weak link!

This is not the time to slow up.

Adapt! Overcome!

Move! Get in there!

You good?

Why were you slow, Paxton?

-Are you hurt?

-No, l'm fine, sergeant.

Diagonal, Private Barnes.

-So you don't chop your knee off.

-Yes, sergeant.

Go ahead, Paxton.

l gotta take a piss.

-You okay?

-Yeah.

''Jim Paxton

on personal guide to pain.''

Get that f***ing torch out of my face

and put that cigarette out.

You might as well

hang a big neon sign that says:

''Dumb-f*** grunts, right here.''

You broke light discipline.

Therefore, you're dead.

-Do you understand that?

-Yes, sir.

-Good.

-l'm still alive, sergeant.

-What did you say?

-l said, l'm still alive.

l miraculously survived the attack.

-You didn't get hit?

-No.

Are your friends alive?

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