Windtalkers Page #2

Hey, how do you boys do that again?

Card on the head,

only fool can't see it is you.

You want to come on over, or what?

Cut me in.

I'm thinkin' Fiery Cross, high-low,

hoggers OK, ace plays both ways...

Hey, don't let him scare you.

If you've ever played a high-low game, it's

like any other. Waste of time and money.

Well, ante up... Chief.

How'd you know I was a chief?

You must've seen me showering

with my war bonnet.

- Deal 'em up, deal 'em up.

- You know, we don't take wampum here.

Beautiful.

All right, then.

Orders finally came through.

We ship out tomorrow morning.

Destination:
the island of Saipan,

which is one of the stepping stones

we gotta take on our road show to Tokyo.

It's of strategic importance

that we capture this island.

We can get ourselves

an advanced naval base

and an airstrip to land and refuel B-29's

and get our bombers

within range of Tokyo.

Now, Saipan is Japanese soil,

and there's 30,000 of 'em dug in.

They're gonna fight for every square inch,

because it's their home,

but we're gonna take it away from 'em!

Yeah! Kill me some Japs!

We're gonna be in front

of the whole damn division.

We're gonna be the eyes and the ears.

We're gonna be

sniffin' out enemy positions,

coordinating the naval gunfire -

exactly what we've been training to do

for the last four months. All right?

Now, we got some new radiomen

from headquarters.

There's a Private Whitehorse...

and Yahzee...

and a couple of sergeants,

Enders and Henderson,

who, if I'm understanding

these orders correctly,

will be covering our Navajos' asses.

Goddamn you, Joe Enders!

...but I'm tellin' you, we'll be steppin'

into our share of the sh*t nonetheless.

Any questions?

Sounds like you're dying.

These might help get rid of the taste.

Charlie and I, we both lost it

on the boat ride from San Diego.

Not many bodies of water in Arizona.

Life Savers really helped.

You want a Life Saver?

What are you doin' here?

Just trying to help.

Not what I meant.

You mean what am I doing

in this uniform?

It's my war too, Sergeant.

I'm fighting for my country,

for my land, for my people.

Not your people I'm worried about.

Listen, Enders, I'm a codetalker.

It takes me two-and-a-half minutes

to do what used to take an hour.

Now, somebody wearing

a lot more stripes than you

thinks that's worth something.

Remind me to time you when

you got bullets flying over your head.

What the hell's wrong with you?

Shave his belly with a rusty razor

Shave his belly with a rusty razor

Early in the morning!

From the halls of Montezuma

To the shores of Tripoli

We will fight our country's battles

On the land and on the sea

First to fight for right and freedom

And to keep our honor clean

We are proud to claim the title

Of United States Marines

Hi.

How's that ear?

Not that you'd ever admit it, but if

it starts aching, take a couple of those.

And call me in the morning.

You're not gonna be here

in the morning, are you?

Shipping out without even

buying me a drink.

Ought to be ashamed of yourself,

hustling a... hustling marines.

What's your poison?

Jeez, might as well go all out.

I'll get a shot of something.

Rum.

Eddie, give me a shot of Bacardi.

Make that two.

May as well join me, huh?

- Why not?

- OK.

Thank you.

Well... to war.

Let's go, let's go, let's go!

Get those men spread out!

Charlie, come on, come on, come on!

Come on, keep up!

Let's go, let's go, let's go! Come on!

- How am I doin'?

- You're good.

Let's go!

Stay on my ass.

I told you to stay on my ass!

- Stay low!

- Get out of there!

Go!

Get him outta there!

Get me outta here!

- Hold still, damn it!

- Get him outta there!

You sons of b*tches!

Fortino! Cover me!

Whitehorse, get down!

Get down!

Pappas!

Corpsman!

Helmet goes on your head! Corpsman!

Take care of him.

Put a hand on this.

Tank! Tank! Tank!

You ready? Go! Go!

Harrigan, light it up!

Let's go, boys! Keep up the fight!

Are you hit? Are you hit?

You're OK. You're good, you're good.

- Are you OK, Chick?

- Still in the hunt, Gunny.

- Harri?

- You ain't gettin' rid of me that easy.

- Stay low!

- Nellie? Pappas?

Yeah, we're good.

Greek's predisposed to hyperventilate.

What?

I can't breathe when I get excited.

Goddamn! Must be hell on your gal!

Enders, get the navy on the horn

and tell 'em to dig out those guns.

Target reference... dog one...

right 700.

Elevation zero-five-zero.

Relay the damn coordinates!

Arizona! Arizona!

Target reference, dog one,

south 700, elevation zero-five-zero.

Right 200!

Up 50. Fire for effect.

Let's go!

Move!

Harrigan!

Torch the box!

Kill him!

Goddamn it!

Sh*t.

Nellie. Take the satchel charge.

You hear me? Move!

You're gonna cover me, right?

I'll go with you. We flank left.

I'll cover you. Smoke and cover.

I can do this.

I can do this.

Smoke 'em up!

Cover up.

Sh*t!

Sh*t. Goddamn Nipponese touchdown!

Biscuits? How can you ruin biscuits?

You are a whiny son of a b*tch

right now, aren't you?

that make it on the East Coast?

How the f***ing hell should I know?

Just seven...

It's 8am, Sunday morning.

I hope my side of the bed

didn't get taken up Saturday night.

Nell, you'll give yourself an ulcer,

you keep worrying about her.

Might get my ass

sent back to Rhody, though.

There's plenty of dollies outside

of Rhode Island, Nell. Many plenty.

- Well, there sure as sh*t ain't any here.

- Ain't that the truth.

That's cos they're all in Daytona Beach.

The most beautiful women in the world.

This one time, before the war,

I'm lyin' on the beach and this sweet little

thing named Molly comes out the water.

She walks straight up to me

and asks me if I'm hungry...

cos she's havin' a weenie roast.

Sh*t! Damn.

Yeah, me and Molly, oh boy.

Now I'm on Saipan with this

giant Zippo strapped to my back

and I'm roastin' human beings.

Why I volunteered... beyond me.

Damn, I'm proud to be here.

My whole family's been in the Corps.

My old man, he's a lifer.

An ass-kicker on the land and on the sea.

Around the house too.

Maybe now he'll back off.

Pappas, I...

I want you to do me a favor.

If anything should happen to me,

you make sure that my wife gets this.

I mean, she picked them out and all.

Don't talk like that, Nell.

You don't even joke about sh*t like that.

Now you put that ring back on.

You're goin' home.

Hey.

Don't thank me till you've tried it.

You missed mail call.

What the hell are they doin'?

I don't know.

They've been doin' it since sundown.

Sounds like some kind of prayer.

Maybe they know our orders.

Think you could do it, Joe?

Give it a rest, Henderson.

Give it a rest? I keep tryin', but...

I'm here to kill Japs, not marines.

What the hell you think you're doin', boy?

Getting on my uniform.

You know the difference

between you and a Jap, Yahzee?

It's that uniform.

That's it.

See, I know you people.

I know what kind

of slanty-eyed savage you are, boy.

You ought to be careful out here all alone.

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