Windtalkers Page #5

All right. Got no problem

with point, Gunny.

- That's good.

- You wanted to see me?

Yeah.

The 8th is moving out already

and we need to be ahead of 'em.

The destination is that big piece of rock

you see over there.

The last defensible ridge on this island.

Now, thinkin' is, we take the mount,

Saipan is pretty much ours.

Yesterday, bombers

beat the sh*t out of that rock.

The brass is nervous. They expected

more resistance over there.

Now they want us to go over

and check it out.

So where the hell they got us now?

Goin' up the mountain.

Have ourselves a little peek.

That codetalker is out front for a reason.

That's exactly where I need him to be.

If there's still a problem

between the two of you,

I would like to straighten that out,

right here, right now.

- No problem here, Gunny.

- That's good.

But there's still one here.

You just do what you're

supposed to do, Sergeant.

Nothing more, nothing less.

Enders.

You got another letter.

Freeze!

Jesus Christ! We're in the middle

of a goddamn minefield!

Chick's gonna get us out. Right, Chick?

Sure I am.

One line after Chick.

Pappas.

Pappas.

Move, Greek.

I'm gonna get my f***in' balls

blown off out here!

Yahzee! Stop!

Move out!

Yahzee!

Hey!

Nice shootin', Pap.

The 8th's movin' in.

We'd better check out the other side.

Got it. You all right?

Chick, take the left flank. Enders,

go right. We'll cover you with a 30.

- On it.

- All right?

OK, let's go!

Move!

Hjelmstad!

- Help him up!

- Gunny!

Come on. Come on.

- Christ.

- Joe! Joe!

Tear him open.

You want morphine?

- You want morphine?

- Yeah.

You'll be all right, sir.

Goddamn it, Yahzee, get over here!

F***!

Chick... Stay with him.

I got ya.

I told you to stay with Gunny.

Gunny's gone.

We're not gonna make it

out of here, are we, Joe?

I'm runnin' out of ammo here, Joe.

I don't wanna die in this shithole.

You're not gonna die.

Nobody else is gonna die.

We're gonna make it.

We're gonna make it out of here.

We gotta call in the flyboys.

I'm gonna get that radio. Cover me.

He got the radio, Yahzee!

Cover me! I'm going!

Stay back!

F***ers!

It won't bring your friends back.

What do you know about friends?

Get us some air support!

Bowie White, this is Carson Red, Arizona.

I say again, Carson Red, Arizona.

Coordinates!

Two-twenty, Mike, three-six.

All right, let's go.

We're gonna make it outta here.

Damn it, Joe.

Just get it over with.

Shut up, Ben.

Do it, Joe.

Do it!

No one else is gonna die, Ben.

No one else is dying.

Joe, we did it.

God...

God!

Oh, God... Oh, Joe...

We saved a lot of marines today.

Yeah, we did, Ben.

Charlie...

You know I didn't want to.

Right?

Hail... Hail Mary...

full of grace...

our...

our Lord is with thee...

Holy Mary, mother of God...

pray for us...

I got the last of 'em, Joe.

His name was Joe Enders...

from South Philadelphia.

He was a fierce warrior.

A good marine.

If you ever tell a story about him,

George...

say he was my friend.

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