War Machine Page #10

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All right. All right.

We're gonna head to that house

over there at two o'clock.

All right? We're gonna work this sh*t out.

Cutter, I need you,

Song, Carroll and Trey,

head over there and get us in, all right?

We're gonna move up to cover you.

I need ANA guys going in first.

Trey! You take those first two guys

with you. Copy?

Oorah! You two, up! Up! Get the f*** up!

Move in.

Come on! Let's go!

Clear.

Put that gun up, now.

We're getting ready to move now.

Come on!

Come on. F***ing move! Come on!

Zah, zah, zah, you f***!

Oh, you fat piece of sh*t!

F***ing move! Move!

Move!

To the right!

- Clear!

- All right!

All clear!

Okay. Farrenberg, let's go!

Move. Go in.

All right.

Listen up.

We're gonna get on the roof of this place,

figure out what we're looking at.

Cutter, Cole, you're coming with me.

The rest of you guys stay put. Copy?

Copy.

Comin' up!

We got movement, twelve o'clock.

About 300 meters, two guys on the roof.

- Are they armed?

- I don't know.

It's a simple f***ing question, Trey.

Do you see a weapon?

No. That's not what you asked.

You asked if they were armed.

The answer to that one is,

I don't f***ing know.

Obviously they're armed, Ortega.

Why else would they be

running around up there?

I don't f***ing know, do I?

I don't understand these f***ing people.

All I know is we need to see weapons.

Ah!

- Are you hit? Are you hit?

- F***!

- I'm f***ing hit!

- Where are you hit?

On my f***ing eyes.

- Can you open 'em?

- What the f*** is going on? Is he hit?

We're good. We're good.

Trey's just got sh*t in his eyes.

Hey, yo, guys!

- Cutter, get the f*** over here!

- F***!

It's just water. It's just water.

Give us... Give me the 203.

Give me the 203.

- Trey, stay still!

- Give me your f***ing gun!

Ortega! What's going on up there?

What the f***'s going on up there, guys?

Cover!

F***.

F***ing short, man!

F***.

- Again!

- Zah!

- Short!

- I know.

One more!

F***, yeah!

Good job, Cole.

Nice shooting, boys.

- Farrenberg, you hit?

- Nah.

- Are you hit?

- No. I'm good.

F***.

- F*** this sh*t!

- Cole, where the f*** are you going?

- Dude, where the f*** are you going?

- F*** off!

- Corporal, what's happening?

- Wait, where the f*** are you going, man?

- Shut the f*** up!

- Wait, Cole! Cole!

- Cole! Get back here, Cole!

- Cole!

Cole, what the f***, man?

Where you going?

Where the f***

are you going, man?

- F***, Cole!

- Come back, Cole!

Cole!

They're crawling.

They're in the middle of an IED belt.

And first and second platoons,

they're pinned down,

and second is close to requesting QRF.

Tell me something good, Cory.

I'm trying.

This info ain't meeting me halfway.

I wanna hear something good, God damn it.

I don't want the word "clusterfuck"

featuring anywhere in tomorrow's news.

Don't worry about the headlines, buddy.

We got civilian casualties.

We got civilian casualties

southeast corner of town, third platoon.

It's those boys from Sasquatch.

Cutter, find out

who these f***ing guys are.

If they're gonna stand there,

I wanna know who they are.

How?

Get one of the ANA to talk to 'em.

Them motherfuckers speak Pashto.

The ANA don't speak Pashto.

I don't know. Figure it out.

The f***...

Cutter's f***ing sh*t up outside.

- All right. What's the deal here?

- He's saying he didn't know the bad guys.

They just commandeered his house, and

there was nothing he could do about it.

Well, that's f***ing bullshit.

We did leaflet drops and sh*t.

He shouldn't still be here.

Why are you still here?

What's your reason for being here?

He says that he has

nowhere to go. He has no wife.

He is worried about leaving his goats.

He says that he's telling the truth.

You can search his house.

You will find no weapons.

Wait.

Farrenberg? Farrenberg!

- Yeah, I'm here!

- Come here!

We're gonna give this guy

some money, all right?

- You f***ing serious?

- Yeah, I am serious.

Give me the f***ing...

Open the f***ing bag.

- What are those, 2.5?

- Yeah.

Okay, give me one of those.

My name is General Glen McMahon.

On behalf of the coalition forces,

I wanna apologize to you

for the loss you've suffered here today.

I know the money that Sergeant Ortega

gave you can't bring back your family.

But hopefully it can help you to rebuild,

because rebuilding

is what we're all about.

And providing you

with the security you need

to live a long and prosperous life.

Roads and schools

and then jobs, so...

you can raise your families,

and jobs so you can put food on the table.

The Taliban aren't gonna provide you jobs.

The Taliban aren't here to help you.

Only we can help you.

We have a saying in America...

"You can't make an omelet

without breaking a few eggs. "

I understand that sometimes it can be hard

to see the helping hand,

what with all the guns

and the strange guys

and the mess and what have you.

But I assure you,

this is the hand of helping.

This is the helping hand.

Yeah.

He says that he likes roads and schools,

but when you leave,

it will all mean nothing

and they will be left in a big mess.

And every day that you spend here longer,

the worse it will be for them

when you leave.

So please, leave now.

Please.

I understand your concerns.

I really do. That's...

That's why we're doing everything

we can to bring peace,

and to train up your own Afghan forces.

So that they can maintain

your security, uh...

well into the future.

Please, leave now.

Dragonfly, this is Spartan Two.

Think we're ready to roll.

Give 'em hell, boys!

Kill those motherfuckers! Eat 'em alive!

Jesus Christ, Willy. What time is it?

It's me, boss.

Um... sorry to wake you.

We have a problem.

That Rolling Stone article came out,

and it's not good.

Sir, it says we're sh*t-talking

our president.

And our vice president.

That we don't have the support

of our coalition partners.

And that we're drunk all over Europe.

Basically, a f***ing drinking tour.

All over Europe.

I mean, I don't even know what the legals

on a thing like this are, you know?

Nothing he says in there

is actually untrue.

I'll get the editor on the phone

as soon as it's morning there

and see if there's anything they can do.

I'm not sure what that's gonna be, though.

Bottom line,

this is gonna play bad, all right?

It's gonna play really f***ing bad.

So we are in damage control now.

Guys, guys... Is this really that bad?

I mean, yeah, it's colorful, sure. But...

this is Rolling Stone, okay? It's hip.

And you guys...

You guys are the operators.

You know, you're out there,

you're getting sh*t done in, like,

a totally non-square way.

Yes, Little, you f***ing idiot,

it's that bad.

This was always a terrible idea.

Why you would unnecessarily

court attention like this is-

- Simon, can you shut the f*** up?

- I will not shut up!

This is your mess.

You created it.

You invited this... this Cullen fellow in,

you didn't properly consult me!

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