Tunnel Rats Page #2

- Graybridge.

Graybridge.

Where you from, Graybridge?

Let me ask you a question.

Do you believe in God?

I believe in God.

Let me ask you a question.

When was the last time

Red Sox won the Series?

I don't know.

Fifty-some years ago, I guess.

That answer your question?

I tell you what.

A greater franchise has never

existed. This is our year.

- Year. Year of the franchise.

- What the f*** are you smoking?

- No, listen. You like burgers?

- Everybody likes burgers.

Right, everybody likes burgers,

but check it out.

In California,

this guy started up a franchise.

That's the magic word.

Burgers, fries, shakes,

speed, like that.

You just find a plot of land,

he fronts the dough. It's easy as pie.

It's the American dream.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Which American dream?

This f***ing American dream?

I don't know, man. This don't

seem like no dream to me.

No, you're missing it. I'm

talking about when I get back.

I'm gonna be my own boss.

I'm gonna be an entrepreneur.

- I'm gonna...

- You're gonna... - Me too, Graybridge.

Me too. I'm gonna...

I'm gonna get a girl.

I'm gonna get a boat. I'm gonna get

a little house on Lake Winnipesaukee.

It's gonna be f***ing great.

I'm serious.

But meantime,

this is what we've got right

here. Right f***ing here.

There's a forest full

of chinky-eyed motherfuckers,

and they got their vision of the

gook dream, whatever that is.

They'll slit your

f***ing throat to get it.

- You're missing it...

- Oh yeah? Tell me.

Burger joints.

They're the wave of the future.

That sounds good.

How about some f***ing water?

Yeah. Sure.

F***ing war.

What the f***, man?!

Did you piss in this?

- Nah, nah.

- F***! Thank you.

You're a real winner.

This is serious sh*t,

boy, all right? Pay attention.

There's power to the way a man

smokes a cigarette, all right?

- Right-handed?

- Yeah.

All right.

Relax your shoulders.

Look forward. Inhale.

- Sh*t!

- You all right?

Heading to the tunnels tomorrow.

I wouldn't be smoking.

The VC don't give a damn

about no cigarette smoke.

When you're underground in a confined space,

the VC can smell anything on you:

Your aftershave,

cigarette smoke in your uniform.

They can even tell what brand.

If that happens, you're as good as dead.

Bullshit, Johnson.

Bullshit, all right?

My mom would kill me

if she saw me doing this.

I wouldn't worry about your mom

killing you tomorrow, Verano.

My parents have a house

on Lake Michigan.

And at night, me and my sister,

we'd sneak out and go down to the beach.

We'd run up the sand dune and

lay there and look at the stars.

We'd talk about

all kinds of sh*t.

She'd talk about girl stuff

and I'd talk about baseball.

We'd spend hours up there.

I remember one time...

...we fell asleep up there

and we got in so much trouble.

I woke up to my f***ing dog

licking me in my face.

I don't know, man.

I'd do anything

to see my family right now.

My sister and my dog

and my parents.

What about your folks?

It must have been pretty tough

on you, your mom and your dad.

You don't know sh*t about

my mom and my dad.

Sorry.

Why you asking all these

stupid-ass questions, anyway?

- Get the f*** off my bunk, man.

- I didn't mean anything. Sorry.

None of that sh*t matters.

Where you've been,

where you're from.

Right now you're in Vietnam.

It matters what you do

on that field.

Oh, sh*t.

Got a blow a kiss to my girl.

Oh, yeah. The moon

is nice and bright out there.

- Who you out there kissing?

- Oh, it's a concept

me and my girl came up with:

the satellite of love.

I send a kiss up every night

and she takes one down from the moon.

- It's nice.

- Yeah.

Let me ask you something.

What happened with you

and Hollowborn today?

We had to talk

a couple things out.

- Did you get to say anything?

- Not much.

Yeah, maybe next time you'll

keep your mouth shut, huh?

Hero. John Wayne.

Thanks for the headset, Verano.

Oh, man!

Would you eat here?

Yeah, it looks good.

Hey. Thanks.

I heard about

these tunnels.

I had an uncle who died

here last year.

Your uncle obviously

didn't have an M-60.

They say they stretch

for hundreds of miles.

No one knows where

they start or where they end.

This is a really bad

place to be.

- This is it. You ready?

- I was born ready.

- You nervous?

- Not at all. Just follow my lead.

- You got it.

- You got it.

You just love following the

white man, don't you, boy?

Saddle up, motherfuckers.

We're moving out.

- Corporal Green, take point.

- Yes, sir.

Garraty, get that 60, in front of me.

Johnson, bring up the rear. Let's go. Fall in.

RTO, you do not

leave my side.

Let's go. Let's go.

Right away.

Check it out, man.

- Heaney.

- Yes, sir.

Secure the perimeter.

Verano, Lidford, Green,

give me a perimeter.

We found this tunnel before sundown,

and I'm not clearing a tunnel at night.

OK, this is what it's all about.

I'm using a stick,

whereas a knife

might set off a trap.

And these holes are full of

them.

Volunteers.

- Got it, sir.

- I'll go first.

Garraty, Johnson, Porterson.

I ain't got a lot of cock,

but I've got a lot of balls.

Harris, take the 60.

- F***ing John Wayne.

- F***ing A.

Hey, Garraty,

five bucks for a dead gook.

All right.

Later, f***ers.

- Sh*t.

- What the f***, man?

- I'll get him.

Watch your f***ing six.

Shot in the stomach!

Coming up!

Porterson, give me a hand.

I need another compress!

I'm right here.

I gotcha. I gotcha.

You hold on, man.

Garraty, look at me.

Look at me. I'm right here.

You're going to make it.

Just hang in there.

You're going to make it.

Hold on.

Garraty? Look at me. Look at me.

- Sh*t!

- Clear him. Porterson, give me grenades.

- Give me grenades.

- Yes, sir.

Blow it. Blow it

and get the f*** out of there!

Come on!

Come on!

- Come on!

- Get him out!

Get the f*** out!

Eyes on that treeline.

How many VC did

you see down there?

I saw two VC, lieutenant.

All right, get some

CS gas down there.

Harris?

I'm gonna take Garraty

back to base camp. Heaney.

I want them to gather

as much intel as is left.

Dave, Bob,

you're going with me.

Yes, Sir.

Miller, leave the radio with me.

Still on that treeline.

Come on,

let's get him up.

- Porterson, you ready?

- Ready.

We've got one!

Got one VC coming up!

- Got him?

- Coming up.

Over here.

- His f***ing leg.

- Grab it.

- Got another one.

- Got another one.

Lidford, give me a knife

and a flashlight.

We're going back down.

- Hook it up.

- I got it.

- All set.

- Back down.

Let's get this hooked up.

- The radio's on.

- Here you go.

Keep your eyes peeled.

It's a dead end.

There's nothing down here.

I'm gonna go up

and check the surrounding area,

see if I can find

Sergeant Heaney,

let him know this section's

clear. Cover the rear.

Right behind you.

Johnson!

Johnson! Johnson!

Alpha Bravo, come in. Over.

Check the tension.

- It's loose.

- Sh*t!

Harris, Lidford,

stay here in case they come back.

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