Uncommon Valor Page #2

Oh, I don't remember.

It just seemed like everybody.

You lost 11 men and 9 aircraft.

You were shot down, and you went back.

Why?

If you know that, you tell me.

Why?

It was my job!

Right!

We couldn't let good men die for nothing!

That's why we're going back now.

Wait! Back up!

Don't lay that guilt on me!

No!

I'm sorry, but the answer is no.

What do you want from me?

I run half this hospital.

I'm off to Bermuda next week

and not off to some fantasy war.

I cannot save the goddamn world!

At ease, Major.

[Telephone Rings]

MacGregor Oil.

Mr. MacGregor, please.

Mr. MacGregor's office.

This is Jason Rhodes calling.

Jason, how's it going?

We're on our way.

How many?

Three. One chopper pilot

turned me down.

Is two enough?

I'll do it with one if I have to.

I can't turn back now.

Is there anything more I can do?

Just keep the cash coming.

I'll get our boys back.

What about Sailor?

He's in Houston.

I'm going there now.

The replica of

the P.O.W. camp is ready.

Great.

Keep in touch.

All right.

Talk to you.

Don't worry.

He can't see you.

It's a two-way mirror.

Your friend, Sailor,

blowtorched a local kingpin biker.

We're holding him on our

witness protection program.

He come in here with

a grenade around his neck.

I don't think his bread's quite done.

I had trouble tracking you down.

You wandered around the whole country.

Frank mentioned you in his letters.

He said you were

the best man in the unit.

Yeah?

What the hell happened to you?

I'm so far beyond that sh*t now.

I get energy from the air.

I talk to polar bears.

I converse with paramecium.

Man, I f*** nuclear waste!

Sh*t.

You guys will be using real grenades.

They took mine.

Hey, look, a**hole.

This is not a bikers' acid trip.

This is a precise military operation.

Frank was the best man in anybody's unit.

I've got enough brain cells

to remember that.

You've got to give me a shot, man.

You've got to.

Hey, Wilkesy.

Come on, man.

Sailor?

Ya-hoo!

My master!

You haven't changed a bit!

Master Wilkes!

Where's your grenade?

I used that for an emergency enema.

Maybe I do have a little

unfinished business.

Besides, this guy wouldn't last

10 minutes without me.

You ain't bullshitting.

O.K.

Get aboard.

Well, gentlemen, this is it.

Exact replica

of the P.O.W. camp.

Who built it?

MacGregor's father.

Get your gear.

Stow it in that large tent.

I'll meet you here in an hour for supper.

Mr. Ky, supper in one hour.

Thankyou.

Mr. Scott, at ease.

So, who the hell is that?

Good evening.

Hi. How are you?

Mr. Ky, you can serve

when you're ready.

Good evening.

As you were.

Since military courtesy

isn't practical here,

we'll dispense with it.

This is Kevin Scott.

He's well-trained in weapons

and training techniques.

And this is Mr. Ky.

We'll be eating Vietnamese food

from now on.

We don't want to smell like Americans.

Any questions?

Good.

How long were you there?

I wasn't.

Too young.

Is he going with us?

Served in Fourth Recon Marines.

Served?

I was discharged

for striking a radio operator

who fell asleep at his post.

You're worried that I have

no combat experience.

You're right.

There's no way of proving

I won't fail in combat.

But you can't prove that I will.

This is gonna be

a whole lot offun with this one.

Gentlemen.

Thankyou for coming.

I knew you would come,

'cause you men have got what it takes.

Molded over a little,

but you still got it.

There's a bond between you men

as strong as the bond

between my son and me.

Of course, men who faced death in battle

share the strongest bond.

You men seem to have

a strong sense of loyalty

because you're thought of as criminals

because of Vietnam.

You know why?

Because you lost.

And in this country,

that's like going bankrupt.

You're out of business.

They want to forget about you.

You cost too much

and didn't turn a profit.

That's why they won't get our buddies.

There's no gain in it.

We know the books are still in the red.

The politicians know, too.

The same politicians

that never lost a son in Vietnam.

They say they've negotiated for 10 years.

Well...

the other side's not buying.

And while the politicians

sit on their asses,

I'm asking you to lay yours on the line.

Again.

Because, gentlemen...

we're the only hope

those P.O.W.s have.

So, we're going back there.

And this time...

this time, nobody can dispute

the rightness of what we're doing.

Get down!

You're all dead.

Not quite, sir.

[Snoring]

Go, Colonel.

Go, go, go!

Go! Go! Go!

Move it! Move it!

Move it!

Go! Go! Go!

F***in' pimp!

Go! Go! Go!

Blaster, go!

Come on, baby, go!

O.K. Come on, man.

Take it home!

Come on, Scott.

Go! Go, Sailor, go!

Come on, rookie!

All right, come on!

Go! Go, Sailor!

Hit it!

What are you doing?

You don't ever quit, boy.

Not when it's for real.

All right. That's enough.

Sh*t!

Damn!

Too much civilian life.

Pull it in!

O.K.! Move your butts!

Double time!

Good shooting, Colonel.

Blaster, your elbow down.

Yeah, yeah.

Sailor, stop spraying!

Conserve your ammo!

You haven't got one in the kill zone!

These hands were made to fly.

Tell the enemy when

he blows your head off!

Don't lose it, mister!

You kill the enemy, a**hole!

Sailor, I could teach

an undisciplined brawler

like you a lesson.

Make your move, boy.

Scott! A word, please.

Scott, these men are seasoned veterans.

They can't be treated like raw recruits.

You have to earn their respect.

Yes, sir.

Wilkesy's claustrophobic as sh*t.

He was the tunnel rat in our unit.

Goes down a tunnel

to check for weapon storage.

Turns out there's somebody down there.

He knifes them both in the dark.

Then the shells hit.

He's stuck until we dig him out.

Wilkes lights a match

to move the bodies offof him.

He'd knifed some woman and her kid.

Killed them deader than sh*t.

Jesus.

Wilkes starts freaking.

We can hear him screaming,

but he has to stay with those corpses

until we dig him out.

You come in low under his line of sight.

You leap...

taking him down,

placing your hand over his nose,

pulling his face away.

At the base of his skull,

you insert, scramble the brains...

Instant rag doll.

Most human problems can be solved

by a charge of high explosive.

In today's lesson,

we'll learn to set a series.

Follow me.

The idea is to create

a linked series of disasters.

Figure evasive moves from each blast,

and plant your next tomato.

Just as we're coming up here,

they'd trip charge number one.

Boom!

Column splits in two.

Half here, half there.

Over here, number two

will set their ass on fire.

They think they're safe.

They get away!

Boom! Number three

blows their balls off.

Number four!

They come over here.

They find

a two-pound charge.

Boom!

Number five.

Quick fuse grenade.

Not a big bang, but it does a good job.

Anybody left will think,

"We've got to make it."

They're coming out

and run into charge six.

Claymore mine.

End of story.

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