Windtalkers Page #3

No baby-sitter.

I might just take you for a Jap.

You gonna let me get dressed, Chick?

Or keep demonstrating

what an ignorant fool you are?

How's that for an ignorant fool?

Go ahead, try again.

You gonna do somethin'?

Chick! Come on!

Get off me!

- You OK, Ben?

- Yeah.

Ben? Sh*t.

I thought he was a Jap. You know,

killed some marine for that uniform.

Sure you did, Chick.

Damn Injun looks just like

a Jap, don't he?

Look, I'm no damn Injun.

I'm Navajo, of the Bitter Water People,

born for the Towering House clan.

But you do look like a Nip.

Next time you decide to take a bath,

Private, let me know, or I'll kick your ass.

F***in' shitbird.

Supposed to be with a baby-sitter

all the time, I thought.

Out here huntin' salmon and sh*t.

That ceremony you saw last night?

It's called a protection ceremony.

Navajo believe, until a body's given

a proper burial, the spirits stay near it.

Chindis - that's what

we call evil spirits. Demons.

I haven't thought much about it

since I was a kid.

Till I saw those dead bodies.

You telling me you saw ghosts, Private?

No, Sergeant. I'm telling you

I won't freeze up again.

Because your buddy

smeared ash on your forehead?

That's right. Cos my buddy

smeared ash on my forehead.

You ever see ghosts?

No more stupid questions today, Private.

That's an order.

Sounds beautiful.

You, uh, you self-taught?

My dad was always playing.

You know what they say:

if you can't beat 'em...

No sh*t. My dad, he...

he gave me this thing.

Used to call me the Pied Piper of the Pigs.

Used to bring 'em in for feeding

with this little tune I played.

I know I ain't gonna get you

to quit playin' that thing, so...

like you just said, if you can't beat 'em...

I don't think it's gonna work.

Well, we ain't got much else

to do out here. What the hell?

OK.

All right, you lead off. I'll follow you.

Dear Joe, how the hell are you?

Or, given that you're not much of a

writer, should I not expect an answer?

The newspapers say

our boys are doing great.

But I don't think the reporters

have been to Kaneohe Bay Hospital.

I found a stray dog

the other day on Waikiki.

I gave him a bath and took him in.

He reminded me of you - but cuter.

At least he keeps me warm at night.

I try not to think about you. About

what might be happening over there.

But sometimes, when I'm lying in bed,

I can't keep myself

from wondering where you are.

How you're doing.

What the hell you doin'?

Writing a letter to my son.

Forget your orders? No letters out.

Command don't want postmarks

going to the reservation.

Hey! You hear me?

I thought that he might read 'em

when I get home.

What's his name?

Your son.

It's George. George Washington.

George Washington Yahzee.

It's got a bit of a ring to it.

My wife wasn't so sure.

She's a little more traditional.

- Nice-looking family.

- Let's see, Yahz.

Yeah, that George, he's quite a character.

He's got a mind of his own.

Can I try one of those?

- You smoke?

- Not really.

- Dismount!

- Get out of the truck!

Let's go! Let's go!

- Follow me!

- Let's go!

- I'm hit!

- Yahzee!

Yahzee!

I'm hit!

Take it off! It burns!

You're not hit. Just shut up.

You're not hit.

- Spread out!

- Move!

- Where the hell are they comin' from?

- From us.

- What?

- They're not Jap guns.

- We're getting shot at by our own guys?

- We're supposed to be on road 04.

- Get the regiment on the horn.

- I can't!

- Tell 'em they're shelling...

- I can't! The radio's out. It's been hit.

- They're firing too short!

- The Japs gotta be way ahead of us.

Do somethin'.

Sh*t... Follow me!

- We're on the wrong f***in' road!

- Goddamn it!

God.

Son of a b*tch!

I got you, mac!

Corpsman!

Corpsman!

Corpsman!

Nellie!

Corpsman!

You were right, Joe.

I do look like a Nip.

What the hell are you talking about?

Putting on that Jap uniform. Trying to get

one of their radios, call off our guns.

- That's stupid.

- Shut up. Let him talk.

- He's not goin' out there.

- You're not in charge here, Enders.

I got orders, Gunny.

He's my responsibility!

He's just a kid! You killed your own!

What's wrong with you?

You killed your own! Sons of b*tches!

You killed your own!

- Sure you're up to this?

- Find out soon enough, sir.

- What the hell are you doin' there?

- I'm goin' with him.

If that's OK with you.

Give me the rifle.

Horyo-da.

It's Jap for prisoner.

Horyo-da.

Horyo-da.

All right, everybody be ready.

Horyo-da!

Now!

Hit me. Hit me.

Please don't hit me!

Yahzee!

Kill him!

Goddamn it, kill him!

Get on the radio!

Bowie White, Bowie White,

this is Carson Red!

Cease fire! Cease fire!

You're shelling marines!

Sergeant!

Cease fire! Cease fire!

Add 325, fire for effect!

Redirect fire. Add 325, fire for effect.

Let's go!

Crank it up! Let's go!

Commence fire!

Fire!

Yeah!

Well, I'll be.

Colonel. Can I help you, sir?

I'm looking for Sergeant Enders.

Joseph F Enders.

Enders.

Yes, sir.

Report I read claims

you went above and beyond.

Sir?

You've been recommended

for commendation.

And I concur. But I don't see any point

in you having to wait around

for all those formalities

to work themselves out.

Not when I got one of these handy.

Congratulations, Enders.

You saved a lot of marines.

I wasn't alone in that, sir. I couldn't have

done it without Private Ben Yahzee.

Oh... Right.

The, uh, Indian.

Begging the colonel's pardon,

he's a Navajo, of the Bitter Water People,

born for the Towering House clan.

Of course. Navajo. Towering House clan.

You keep up the good work, Enders.

Send that to Nellie's wife.

You ever not miss mail call, Enders?

My mom says somebody

takes the time to write a letter,

you should read the letter.

Does she let you drink, your mother?

No. But she's not here.

- What is it?

- Well, it ain't Chianti, I'll tell you that.

It's rice wine. It's Jap sake.

But it does the trick.

How much of this crap

do you have anyway?

You have a little trouble with that ear,

don't you, Joe?

Ah, real problem's the inner ear.

It's anvils and stirrups and sh*t.

I'm a little out of balance.

You done good on that hill today, Yahzee.

Yeah, I did, didn't I?

I bet I surprised the sh*t out of you.

It was a noble thing that you did, Joe.

To give your Silver Star to Nellie's wife.

I don't give a sh*t about medals.

The first one they gave me...

I threw it into the ocean.

What'd you get that one for?

For not dyin'.

The 15 men who fought with me

got decorated too. For dying.

So...

Lieutenant was killed

the night before and...

none of the sergeants even made it

out of the landing craft, so...

that left me in charge.

It was my first command.

Orders were to hold some shitty swamp

marsh on the ass-end of nowhere.

And I did.

All of the men under my command...

men who trusted me...

who begged me to pull back...

not one of them made it.

Just one stupid a**hole.

And for that, they gave me the Silver Star.

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