All language subtitles for Gardens of stone -25fps- English

Escort, hut!
Firing party.

Atten, hut!

Please rise for the rendering
of military honours.

Firing party,
fire three volleys!

Take a breath. Stand by.

Ready!

Ready! Aim! Fire!

Ready! Aim! Fire!

Ready! Aim! Fire!

Ready!

This is Thor. We got
a couple people hit here.

This is chop-2. I got Thorbear here,
took two rounds in the chest.

-Roger that.
-He's got one round in the right arm.

Roger that. What's gonna be
the E TA back to dust-off?

Looks like seven minutes,
if we push it.

Roger that. This is Trail.
Trail's down to about nine.

Okay, let's get that guy onboard.

-Roger that. I'm on you.
-Let's get him on and get out.

We can't take anyone else.
Make sure that guy doesn't get on.

Roger that.

No civilians either.
I'm not taking any interrogators.

Jesus Christ!

-Medevac's down! Medevac's down!
-Medevac's hit.

Roger. We got one down here.

Guidon. Parade, hut!

On behalf of the president,
please accept this flag

in recognition of
your loved one's faithful service.

On behalf of the Army chief of staff
and the Arlington Ladies

we extend our deepest sympathies.
God bless you.

Dear Sarge:

Maybe this is my last letter to you.

I feel that it is.

Rachel.
-I lost three men today, good ones.

But that's the way it is.
You always lose the good ones.

What do I tell their folks?
What would you tell my wife?

It's funny, but I always
thought I'd been here before.

I've been a soldier all my life.
I mean it. All my life.

Even when I was a kid.

Well, I'm here, but it's all wrong.
It wasn't supposed to be like this.

Sure, there was going to be blood
and sacrifice and death.

I knew that, Sarge.
But not like this.

You tried to tell me how it was.

Right from that very first day,
you tried.

But I was so young.
So sure I had the answers.

I don't think I have the answers
anymore, only questions.

Specialist Jack Willow reporting.
Pete Deveber, clerk.

Nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you too.

Your platoon's on a drop.
Drop?

Burial. That's what we do here.

Nam's made burial a growth industry.
We're up to 15 drops a day. Bing, bing.

Since you missed this one,
take the morning off. I'll cover it.

That's real friendly of you.
I'm a friendly type.

That the top kick's desk?
Yeah. Slasher Williams.

Slasher?
He did some boxing in the Army.

Yeah?
Yeah. That reminds me

I said I'd get someone
for guard duty.

Oh, no sweat. I'll take it.

I think you're gonna like Top, man.

I think you'll hit it off.
I really do.

Hi, Top.
Hey! Hey!

Who the hell are you?
Willow's pulling guard duty tonight.

Dildo, night-guard duty is the ugliest
duty you can pull

and already had been pulled
by little shit-for-brains.

I know, Top. He told me.
It's okay. I volunteered.

You volunteered in my company?

A fudge-nose volunteer
in my company?

Dildo, you've managed
to top my shit list

in exactly
13 fucking seconds!

You got a problem with this boy, Top?

No, sergeant major. Not exactly.

I could hear you
as far as the latrine.

This boy bugger your pet goat
or something?

Thought I'd drop by, catch the score.
I think it's a disgrace.

A disgrace that toy soldiers wear
the infantry's crossed rifles.

Especially when the real infantry

is crawling through rice paddies
and shit in Vietnam.

I've said it enough
to make me unpopular here.

Sergeant Hazard.
Sir.

What's the debate about?

I was telling the sergeant major, the
best thing I could do for my army

is to get these snotnoses ready
for the inevitable. I wanna teach

Clell! You applied for a transfer
and I denied it. Now that's it.

He's the best soldier on this post.
Except for Sergeant Major Nelson.

What's he doing here?
He served two tours in Nam.

Captain! New man.
Wanted to meet you.

Outstanding. Come into my office.
We'll have a chat.

See me when you're through, dildo.
That's Willow, Top. Common mistake.

So you want to get laid tonight
or you rather have some fun?

The foul mood I'm in,
I'd even hang out with you.

Sergeant major. Sergeant.
Sorry, sir.

Sir Butterbar.

Have a seat.
Thank you, sir.

Welcome, Specialist Dildo.
It's Willow. Specialist Willow.

Oh, so it is. So it is.

Home of record, Fort Huachuca.
You an army brat?

My father is, or was,
a master sergeant, sir.

He's retired now.
I see.

College basketball, starting guard.
Outstanding.

We could use another good player,
especially a white one.

Work hard and you'll be an NCO
yourself before you know it.

Sir, I was thinking of shooting
higher than that.

I'm interested in applying for OCS.

I'd like to apply for a transfer
to a line unit in Vietnam, sir.

You don't fully realize the privilege
of serving in the Old Guard.

We're the escort to the president,
the most STRAC outfit in the Army.

Now you listen to me, son.
You got plenty of time for Vietnam.

As for OCS, do a good job
for me here

show me you're officer material,
and I'll see that you get a shot.

The Army could use another bright
young shavetail.

Yes, sir.
All right, that'll be all.

See you around, Pete.
See you, man.

How you doing?

Sergeant?
Yeah.

I can't figure this.

The shoes have little steel plates
on the insoles.

Yes, that's right.

That's so when you bring your feet
together, it makes a nice loud crack.

Welcome to show business.

It's a real honour to meet you,
sergeant.

Is that right? Why?

For one thing, we're the only
two men here who want out.

Want out? To where?
Front line in Vietnam, sir, sergeant.

There is no front line in Vietnam.

It's not like other wars.
Hell, it's not even a war.

Nothing to win. No way to win it.

If that's how you feel,
why are you going back?

I'm not. There's nothing for me
over there.

I know this unit in Nam.
They print up little cards.

They say, " Killing is our business
and business is good."

Here, burying is our business.
Our business is better.

Don't you be in such a hurry
to get yourself starched. Carry on.

You knew my father, didn't you?
Shelby Willow?

Yeah.

Korea.

We ran the gauntlet
to the Chongchon River.

We were friends.
He still raising hell?

He had two heart attacks. He's
fine now. Retired, back in Kentucky.

He recalls you very fondly.
Asked to be remembered.

He doesn't see the war like you.
He has a conventional infantry view.

I guess he's a more conventional guy.
Yeah, I see.

Well, I got funeral training
in 10 minutes.

Son, if you think of it,
tell your daddy hello for me.

Carry on.

I never tire of watching
your mind at work.

If you're waiting for me to cheat,
I got way too much character.

That kid made it to Delta. Thanks
for double shuffling the papers.

He was heading for Honour Guard
Company but I figure

why let them turn him into a
fruitcake? You can do it just as well.

Whose kid is he, anyway?

Shelby Willow's kid.
We helped each other in Korea

until we had to take care of you.
Oh, yeah, I remember him.

I got this letter here.

" Dear Clell," blah-blah-blah.
His wife's in the nuthouse

and all he talks of is me and Linda
breaking up, like it was yesterday.

And how rough it must be on me
not seeing my boy, Mackie.

Anyway. And here, the last line:

" Maybe you could look after my boy,
now and again.

Shelby."

Where does a red jack go on a queen?
These are my oriental cards.

Oriental cards!

How are you?

Oh! Sun's gone.

Help you with those, miss?
No, I'm fine. Thanks.

It takes forever sometimes, really.

Thanks.
Thank you.

Sara?

Sue?

You're S. Davis, aren't you? Only
women use initials, to fool people.

Funny, worked fine until now.
Yeah.

Stephanie? Sophie?
Sam.

Samantha.

It's a nice car.

The Corvair. I watch you come and go.

Look, I'm real sorry I said
all those dumb things in there.

And I know how when a girl doesn't
want to lead a guy on, she clams up.

Yeah, well, girls are like that.
I know you're not a rude person.

Thanks.

My friend and his lady friend
are coming over for dinner.

Maybe you'd like to join us.
Thanks, but I'm expecting a call.

What time?
Chico! Tonight.

Chico!

Look, the thing of it is,
you really don't have a call tonight.

I don't know why this is
so damned important to me.

Well, thanks.

What time?

Ma'am?
What time?

Well, 1930 Uh, 7:30 would be

Okay.
7:30.

Sergeant major.
-Hey, good dog.

-You and Betty, dinner at my place?
Sorry. Paperwork tonight.

I'm pretending to run the post.
-It's a girl. We can't be alone.

Watch my lips, kid.
No way, nohow.

I'm cutting to the bottom line, pal.

Na Trang, 1962.
Did I not save your sorry ass

at extreme risk to my own?
You got a lot of nerve.

How big is this gal's booty, anyway?

Cut the goddamn crap. You owe me,
and I'm calling in my marker.

Do I have your word I won't
hear about ancient history again?

You do, you do.
-Okay, what time?

You be here at 1930.
Okay. I'll call Betty Rae

because I gotta ogle that booty.
Watch your mouth.

Fucking a.
-Bastard.

Hi.
Hi.

Come on in.

Sorry, my friends are a little late.

A little white wine okay?
Fine, thank you.

Thank you.

It's good.

I bought it special. Just showing off.

What do you do?
I write for The Washington Post.

I came up from The Charlotte Observer
in North Carolina.

Will you excuse me a second?
Sure.

This is beautiful. Is it Persian?
Oh, yeah.

They're all Persian.

This is called an Isfahan.

And this here is a Shiraz.

That faded red one over there
is a Kilim.

This one here behind me
is one I got in Kurdistan.

It's nice.

Well

When your back was turned,
I admired your book collection.

I write for papers, so I'm
kind of an incurable snoop.

Anyway

Interesting books.

Interesting everything.

Interesting, or interesting
for someone like me?

Is this another lesson about girls?
We're condescending to soldiers?

I don't know how y'all survive in that
hotbed of communism at The Post.

Now, that's something.
Yeah, Pravda on the Potomac.

Working for Senator Ervin,
I could ask the same thing.

Now, now, sugar. Sam Ervin prides
himself in not being left of anybody.

That's for sure.
Except maybe his mama.

Except these red-blooded
American storm troopers!

Is that what brought you boys
together? Right-wing politics?

So, what do you guys do
on that Army post?

Clell, old boy, you mean
you haven't told the lady?

Why, madam, we are the Old Guard.
We are the nation's toy soldiers.

We march with rifles that can't shoot.
We fix bayonets that cannot stick.

We're the Kabuki theatre
of the profession of arms.

Jesters in the court of Mars,
god of war, doo-da, doo-da.

Now, Goody Nelson, you just
hush that up right now.

You're beginning to sound
just like Clell

bitter and cynical and irreverent.

You have to be among the Army's
top people to get in.

And it is a right nice honour,
I think, and a privilege

for them to have
been asked to join.

Wait a minute! We weren't asked.
We were ordered.

We actually applied for a teaching
position at the infantry school.

We thought we'd help some of them
come back standing up

instead of stretched out
in those boxes we plant.

You both sound like
a couple of echoes to me.

Now, come on, you two! Where's
the rest of this wonderful meal?

So how did you meet Goody?
One day a constituent from home

came into Senator Ervin's office,
wanting a tour of Fort Myer.

I took him on the tour
Clell, old buddy.

Your sudden good taste is surprising.
That's a classy-looking woman.

I could drag my balls over her
You promised! Please! Stop, will you?

Okay. Let's get back in there

so I can ogle them gals
some more. Yum, yum, yum.

I fell in love with
the sergeant major on the spot.

As any well-bred, genteel
Southern girl would have.

That's beautiful.
Make a hole.

Make it wide.

There you have it.

Looks like these two are really
getting along.

To us and those like us.
Damn few left.

Most of them are dead.

Yeah, yeah.

Oh, can I serve?

Yas'm!

Is Goody always so?
Oh, no, no.

He is when he likes someone,
and he likes you.

Are all Army sergeants like you two?

Well, no.
That's a shame.

I had a great time tonight, Clell.

The best I've had in a long time.
Good.

Thank you for asking me.
Thank you, Sam.

Call me.

Good night.

All right, let's go! Top of the
morning, girls! Look alive!

Walters, get out of the rack here!
Come on! Let's go, let's move.

Come on, get up! Wildman?
Let's move, come on!

Up and at 'em, guys.

Put away the funny books
and prepare for inspection!

Trey, get down. Knock out 10.
Yes, sergeant.

One, sergeant.
Two, sergeant. Three, sergeant

Why are you looking at my head?
I don't need a haircut!

Permission to recover, sir.
Recover.

Looking good!
Thank you, sir.

Fix that! Get that pant leg
off the ground!

Why are you looking at the back of my
head? I don't need a haircut!

Wildman, cool it! He's on you!

Wildman, you spastic son of a bitch!
Get at parade rest right now!

This is the U.S. Army
3rd Infantry Old Guard

not a three-ring circus!

This shoe looks like it was
shined with a hot Hershey bar!

I guess I have to explain chain of
command again! It's very simple!

The lieutenant chews out Sergeant
Hazard! Hazard chews me out!

I chew out you!
It's the chain of command!

Very simple! Shit rolls downhill.
Do you understand?

Do you understand me?
Hold on, sergeant.

Why don't you let me work with him?
You've got better things to do.

Yeah, specialist-wannabe-private,
you work with him.

Yes, sergeant.

I got better things to do.

Taylor, got that bunk squared?
Let's see the shoe.

Are you kidding?
Come on, I'll show you.

You guys talking or working there?
You dickhead!

You're using real spit, right?
It's a spit shine.

You need cold water
and cotton balls.

No spit?

Like this.

Small circles. Gotta build up a base.

It's gonna take time. Give it a shot.

Pull those laces out
and press them.

All right, all right, you heroes.
Listen up!

Nothing but stocking feet
until 0958 hours!

How far away are we?
It's under control.

He's in Bravo.
Right.

Thanks.

I'll stall him.
Okay.

When the inspection begins

Colonel Godwin will chat
with some of you troops

real homey shit.
Outstanding.

Don't step on your dicks.
That is an order!

Just say you are from Asshole,
Arkansas, or some fucking place

and you love the Army, and shut up!

If I find slobber in these canteens,
you will drink it.

Make a hole. Make it wide.

Soldier!

You told the colonel
you liked the Army, soldier!

Where are you from?
Columbus, Ohio.

There any more like you back home?
Not that I'm aware of.

Do you have any sisters back home?
Yes, I have one sister.

Is she sexually active?

Of course not. I mean,
she's my sister. She's only 13.

That's too bad.

Never underestimate the value of
early training and proper breaking-in.

Make a hole! Make it wide!

What's your name, soldier?
Willow, sergeant major.

How do you like the Army?
I like it fine.

You take biology in school?
Yes.

How do worms copulate?

They don't.
They use asexual reproduction.

Interesting concept.

Any idea who first came up
with that notion?

Reproducing without sex?
Your wife, sergeant major?

Forget it, fellas.

No gigs on this platoon.
They make it through clean.

Wildman! "Yum, yum, yum,"
said the big hungry bear!

Let's just see what we got here.

Gracious me!
Pray.

Who's babysitting this kid, Clell?

Mr. Asexual Reproduction?

Well.

I think I know what that is,
but I don't know if he does.

Sergeant Hazard.

Bearers, halt.

Ready? Up.

Ready? Step.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Why don't they hurry this up?

No shit!
Steady!

Ready? Down.

Atten, hut!

Guidon. Parade, hut!

Secure casket.

Guidon. Atten, hut!

Escort!
Pershing's own.

Attention!

Right.
Right.

Face!

Right shoulder.
Right shoulder.

Hut!

Colours. Ready? Hut!

Guidon. Ready? Hut!

Ex-slow cadence!
Forward, hut!

Evening, major, sergeant.
You wanted to see me?

What?
You wanted to see me.

No, we wanna buy you a beer.
Sit, relax.

Hey, Zeke! Draw three!

Sergeant major is a friend of
your dad's from the Korean War days.

Now then, as to results
of recent battalion inspection

You see, kid,
as the Good Book says

some days the bear eats you.
Others, you eat it.

Meaning we won the inspection,
Wildman and all.

You looked good today, kid.
Sharpest trooper I've seen all week.

That includes them prima donnas
at Honour Guard Company.

Congratulations.
Thanks, sergeant major.

Goody, old Willow here

he wants to go to Vietnam.

He feels an infantryman's place
is at the front.

There's no front in Vietnam.

That's what Sergeant Hazard says.

It's a funny little war, kid.
Things have changed.

Like what?

Well, to begin with

the peace-loving Vietnamese
Lf I hear that again, I'll puke.

They're bellicose. They've fought for
a thousand years, and they like it.

Damn right.

And I don't really give a rat's ass
about Vietnam.

Really, I don't give a wombat's shit
about who's running Vietnam.

To be very honest, I don't care
who's running the U.S.A.

Don't you care about anything?

Oh, yeah. I care about the
United States Army. That's my family.

The only one I got. And I don't
like it when it's in trouble.

Trouble? Sarge!

We beat England when we were
the guerrillas, and we beat Hitler.

We beat everybody in between.

We're not gonna lose
to a bunch of little Asian farmers.

Yeah? You take a look at that farmer.

He can march 100 miles on no food,
through a jungle

slaughter his own people,
even babies. That's a soldier.

Firepower.
He can't soak up our firepower.

I saw a photo, one of our choppers
coming back with arrows in it!

How do you beat a helicopter
with bows and arrows?

How you gonna beat an enemy
that fights with arrows?

One thing's for sure. You can't beat
them from Fort-goddamned-Benning.

What do you want, man?
What do you want?

Don't like what I said?
Okay, look. We can discuss it outside.

Why wait? We're standing here.
Come over.

Well, let's go at it!

Honour Guard. Hey, Flanagan!

Well, here's to us, and those like us.

Damn few left.

Your kid is getting killed in there.

Make a hole, make it wide!
Hey, get off that floor!

Hey, wait up!

Peter, old salt! Get it? Saltpeter.
Get up. Get it together.

I've been waiting for you, man.
Oh, good.

Captain Thomas wants to see you.

Let's put this on.
Now?

There you go.

Reporting as ordered, sir.
You wanted to see me?

Sit down.

Your father had a cardiac arrest

at 8:00.

It was over very quickly,
so he didn't suffer very much.

I'm sorry.

We'll give you
a few minutes alone here, son.

Willow

Dildo, Top, remember? Common mistake.

Your daddy was a master sergeant.

This is good for a week. You need
more time, you call me personal, hear?

If I recollect

this is the only one I got that
your dad doesn't already have

so make sure that

Well, you put that with him, okay?

Sarge, I

I've been thinking.

Is it too late to get my father
into Arlington?

Of course not. You know Goody.
He can fix anything.

I know it'll just be a bare patch
with the bulldozers and everything

but I was hoping you could find him
a spot in the garden.

No problem.

Forward, hut!

The history of the 3rd U.S. Infantry
reflects the growth of our nation.

In 1922, the War Department
granted permission

to pass and review
with bayonets fixed.

The Old Guard will now fix bayonets
to the traditional beat of the drum.

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Five!

Ceremonial!

At ease!

Since the American Revolution

the colours have been important
in a military unit.

Soldiers kept their position
by dressing on the colour.

At the centre here,
bearing the national colour

is this nation's best colour team,
the 3rd Infantry's Colour Guard.

Next on line is Company D.

Company D is led by Captain Thomas.

Following is Company E, Honour Guard.

Company E is led by its commander,
Captain Harrison.

Right, hut!

The last on line,
in the musician's uniform

is the Old Guard
Fife and Drum Corps.

During the Revolution, Washington
ordered that musicians wear red

instead of infantry blue
so they might be recognized

through the smoke of battle.

The Corps is led today
by Drum Major Phipps.

I put Betty Rae
through the third degree.

Is that right?
What secrets did she spill?

That you were married. That you were
divorced about three years ago.

Yeah, that's true.
That you have a son.

True.

Linda left me when I re-upped
for my second tour.

I haven't seen Mackie since.

And through the years I really

never did see that much of him.

You said you were married.
Any children?

No, I can't have children.

I'm sorry about your family.

They didn't come first, Sam.

This is not

a very good business
for holding on to a woman.

If you don't come across, it's gonna
look bad for your whole unit.

You may, however,
wait until we get inside.

Get in here!

Sergeant major.
Sergeant, you wanted to see me?

You're out of uniform.

I am?
Yeah, you are.

You will remain out of uniform
until I slap these on you.

Not bad for six months, huh?

Now look, it seems that a certain
Sergeant Flanagan

got drunk enough to trash up
Marge's beer emporium.

Cost himself a stripe in the process.
The bear.

We had to scrape the very bottom
of a barrel. The pits is what we got.

By the way, these aren't official
until they're tagged.

Tagged?

You know, tagged, like "tagged,"
you know?

Now I'll relinquish my spot to
our senior bear

Sergeant Major Nelson.

Oh, man.

Now, look at him.

He can hardly wait.

He's starting to tremble.

All yours, Top.

Dildo.

The only thing that's lower

than a pig-fucking volunteer

is a duck-fucking buck sergeant.

I didn't hit him square!
That's it. One shot, that's all.

Look Come on, get off me!
I didn't hit him. Hey, Clell!

Hello.
Hi, Jack.

Pleasure to see you again.
You too.

Clell's running a little late.

So I'm doing the cooking tonight.
You're taking your chances.

Come on in.
Thank you.

Come on.

Would you like a drink?

I wouldn't say no to a Coke.
Okay.

Here you go.
Thanks.

Can I help?
Sure.

Clell's told me a lot about you

and your father.

He and Clell were in combat together.

Yeah, Korea.

Being in combat together,
people can get very close.

Sit down.
Oh, thanks.

My dad prized his CIB decoration.
That's his Combat Infantryman's Badge.

That's a silver laurel wreath, blue
shield and a silver Kentucky rifle.

If you're a soldier
and there's a war

there's only one place to be.
No exceptions.

I don't agree
with Sergeant Hazard on this.

Working for The Post,
I imagine you do.

Hardly.

Clell sees this war as bad judgment,
a screwup.

I see it as genocide.

Well, goddamn it, why can't you
keep your opinions to yourself?

Your views have reached
the other commanders!

I didn't know it was against regs
to voice an opinion.

Don't be a fool
and don't be a smart-ass!

It's always been against regulations
to voice an opinion.

The United States Army
is not interested in opinions!

Goddamn it, what the hell
am I gonna do with you?

You're a fine soldier, Clell.

But you've been a pain in the ass
since the first day you got here!

Now you're an embarrassment!

My friends ask,
" How's my peacenik platoon sergeant?"

I am not a peacenik, captain.

I just don't agree
with this particular war.

If we're gonna fight,
we should fight right.

All right, think anything you want.
Just keep it to yourself!

Maybe it was a mistake for you
to have asked for me here.

And you could rectify that
by approving my transfer.

No.

You are not going to Fort Benning,
sergeant.

You're not going anywhere.
You're gonna stay here

and make me proud of you,
Sergeant Hazard!

Tom?

Thank you.

But we got to get there on time,
all right?

Don't get stuck in a cab again.
I'll see you there.

Give me the whole story.
Yeah, over there.

Come on, Stan.

Get back to me.
Tell him to look at it.

He'll be able to help with the story,
so it's important you get there.

What about the reception tonight?
It's tomorrow, 7:30. We'll meet here.

That'll give you time to get dolled up
and we can get there on time, 8:00.

Sergeant's gonna show me where
they hide Persian rugs in this town.

I hope I didn't
Oh, no, work. Reception.

And ambassadors, they like
their reporters dolled up, do they?

Yeah, sometimes.

These are very nice

Yeah, let's go steal a rug.
Right.

What's bothering you, Clell? Tell me.

Why do you want to leave
the Old Guard so badly?

We're just a bunch
of toy soldiers, Sam.

You don't believe in the war,
but if you transfer

you'll be part of sending
these boys over.

Yeah. I guess I should be there
where it really counts.

I just can't watch
one more of those boys

I guess it's just weakness.
It's not weakness, Clell.

Sam, my business
is a family business.

If a building burns and you can't
carry all your children

you damn well do what you can
and cry about it later.

This is for you. It's an Ushak.
It's wonderful.

It's pretty.

Would you stand still for a minute?
Goddamn it, please!

Look, Goody, I've been thinking.

What's the chances of my platoon
playing aggressor team this year?

Aggressor team?

The guys that play Charlie
in the field and lose

to the noble American forces? You
wanna volunteer for dipshit detail?

When you push that around, yeah.
Make me believe it.

Come on. I mean, half these kids are
gonna wind up in Nam, and I figure

if I had them for two weeks,
I could show them something.

Okay. Now tell me the real reason.

That's it, pal. That's all I got.

Can you swing it?

In a word, no.

Thanks, good dog.

30 May 1968.

Dearest Rachel:

Still no answer from you.

You said you were going
to forget me.

Well, I can't forget you,
so I'll keep trying.

We worked so hard last week.

It was chaos in the garden.
That's what we call the cemetery.

Delta pulled 20 drops a day.
That's what we call funerals.

Sergeant Hazard,
who was in a foul mood

argued that our workload proved his
point. We'll never finish them off.

I told him to be happy
he's not in Vietnam's Honour Guard.

We disagree on just about anything
connected with Vietnam.

Hazard's girlfriend, Sam, got arrested
during a march on the Pentagon.

She's nice to me,
but she's giving him fits.

He doesn't like the war, but he likes
these protesters even less.

I'm not sure whether you're
getting these letters.

I'd give anything to hear from you,
Rachel. All my love

Jackie.

Hey, don't turn around now

but the best-looking gal I've ever
seen has been staring at you.

No shit. She's at 6:00.
Turn around real slow.

A knockout broad.

Where the hell did she go?

I'm serious. Check it out.
Fix your blouse.

Guards!

Right face!

Pass, on your orders.
Post and orders, remain as directed.

-Orders acknowledged.
-Ready, hut!

Rachel?

Jackie.
What are you doing here?

I was visiting Kennedy's grave.
I hadn't seen it yet.

What are you doing in Washington?
My parents live here.

My dad's at the Pentagon.
You too?

I'm at school still. In Europe.
Germany. I'm just visiting.

You look great.
Oh, thanks.

Will you have dinner with me tonight?

I can't. I have a date.
Break it.

I don't think it's such a good idea.
Break the date.

All right. 2218 M Street.
Georgetown. 8:00.

Check.

You are permitted
to assist the public.

You're not permitted to kidnap anyone,
no matter the temptation.

Sarge, I'd like you to meet Rachel Feld.

Rachel is an old friend of mine.
Miss Feld.

Pleased to meet you.

I gotta go. See you later.

2218?
Yeah.

Wow.
Yeah, wow!

Okay, my boy.

Sarge, I need to borrow $50.00.

I'll pay you back payday.

Payday?

I need to borrow your car keys too.

I'm so happy I dropped by.

Vietnam. Americans will
no longer allow its leaders

political carte blanche.
I love these.

You look nice also, as always.
Thank you, Don.

Excuse me.

Don, this is Sergeant Clell Hazard.
Clell, this is Don Brubaker.

Well, thank the Lord.

Somebody going to tell me
what this war's about?

Are we winning the war?
We kicking ass or what?

Don's head of Attorneys
Against the War, so watch out.

The kill ratio's 10-1.
Is that enough to keep you happy?

Happy? No. I couldn't settle for less
than the hearts we're supposed to win.

How are we doing?

We? We really don't seem to be
doing much of anything.

We're too busy shooting our mouths off.
It's still America.

In my opinion,
we're killing innocents.

Well, you see

opinions, they're like assholes.
Everyone seems to have one. Come on.

What the hell?
He has no right

Yes, he does have a right
to talk about Vietnam.

Did you call me an asshole back there?
There?

I don't know.
Why don't you fuck off anyway.

I'm not one of your little Nazis.
So let's move into the street.

I've got a better idea. Let's agree
we don't like each other, right here.

What's fighting words these days?
Chickenshit? Baby killer?

Whip his ass, soldier!

Where are you going?
Oh, my!

Somebody stop
No!

Stop him!

Somebody call an ambulance! Please!

Fascist pig!

Call an ambulance!

Pig!

firing. The men took cover
where they could.

Pinned down by a sniper with

Hi, Clell.
Hi, Sam.

I just talked with Don Brubaker.

His jaw is wired,
so he wrote his part down.

He says that he was drunk
and that he was an asshole.

No doctor bills. No assault charges.

Why would he say that?

Turns out he's a decent guy.

And decent people who make a mistake
realize it sooner or later.

Hey. Come in. Sorry.

You didn't have to persuade him?

With his jaw wired and all,
he had to take a rain check.

I love you so much! I'm so worried!
I love you.

Jackie, I am so glad to see you.

Nice to see you, Mrs. Feld.
You look wonderful.

How have you been?
Very well.

Hello, Jack.
Hello, colonel.

Well, come in.

Thank you, sir.

Rachel tells me she was shocked
to see you.

It was quite a shock for me as well.
Yeah, boy, I can imagine.

You haven't seen each other in a while.
No, sir.

Rachel tell me you're a sergeant?
Yes, sir.

You're with the Old Guard at Myer.
That's correct.

Well, that's a fine outfit
for the infantry.

Yes, sir.

You're still working in electronics
in Washington?

Yes. I'm heading up a major
research and development project.

It's still very hush-hush.
I see.

I tell you, Jack,
this war is a boon to R&D.

I'm sure it is.
Hi.

I thought you were
Had a date with young Peterson.

How did you break it?
I find him persuasive.

I managed.

Good night.
Good night, now.

Shall we?

Bye.

Good night, sergeant.
Good evening, colonel.

Your father hasn't changed much.

He's the same SOB he always was.

How's your father?

My father died of a heart attack
last month.

Oh, God.

I liked your father very much.

I know you did, Rachel.
He liked you a lot too.

He really did.

Is this the cabernet?
Yes, sir.

So is the Army everything
you'd hoped it would be?

Yes and no. Mostly yes.

I'm waiting for OCS and Vietnam,
but I'll get them.

You want to go to Vietnam?

A soldier at the right place at the
right time can change the world.

That's too bad.
I'd hoped you'd outgrown that.

Damn you, Rachel.

Let's just make small talk.
No, let's not!

I don't care about Europe
or your friends!

Or if you've read any good books.
It's safe.

To hell with safe.
Do you feel anything for me?

Ask me that when you're a civilian.
I'm asking you now.

My father was afraid I was
going to marry beneath myself

that it'd ruin his career.

He lied about West Point
so you'd wait to marry me.

Know what it means when a sergeant's
son marries a colonel's daughter?

He had you conned. And you
believed him! That's what broke us up.

You're so gullible.

I loved you so much, Jack.

You made your choice.

Let's You wanna leave?

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah. Thanks for the drinks.

No problem.

-Sarge, it's Willow.
Oh, great! What is it now?

You've got all my money

and my car.
Wanna borrow my dick?

Stop hanging around the sergeant
major. Your language is awful.

Just give me the hook.
-I was wondering

if I could borrow your apartment
or Miss Davis'.

Okay. You take my place.

I'll leave the key under the carpet.

Thanks! I appreciate this.
I won't forget it.

I got it.

I just want to talk.

Sure you do, hotshot.

Oh, you're still here.
Yeah. Sorry, Jack

just got the call. Full alert.
Alert?!

My guess is,
we're going on maneuvers.

Sorry, Miss Feld.
It can't be! Not now!

We were up at 0300!
We worked all day in the garden!

We're tired!
Easy!

Tell the chaplain in a couple weeks.

I'll bet this is Goody Nelson's doing.

What's going on, Jack?
Field exercises!

I gotta talk to Rachel, Sarge!

Five minutes. Come on in.

You got me, five minutes?

I told you

that I want to marry you, Rachel.
No matter what.

You never told me that.
I did. In all those letters I sent.

I didn't open them.

I wanted to forget you.

If you want me out, I'll do it.
Tell me if there's hope.

I've gotta know!

The last thing I expected
was to see you this morning.

Was it only this morning?
Let's go!

Don't shut the door, please.

Damn it! Come on, boy!
Rachel

I love you.
Damn!

Come on.

Give me the key!
What? Here!

Red man four!

Return to Battalion CP at once!

Come home, please!

Return to Battalion CP at once.

Sergeant Hazard, can you hear me?

Is this thing working? Red man four?

From here on in,
you guys are Charlie.

Glide through this,
don't clomp through it.

Feel the terrain. Don't fight it.

Wildman, can you swim?
-The jungle is your friend.

U se it. Let it help you.

Love it. Love it and it will
love you back.

Someday you're gonna meet
the real Charlie

and when you do

something from this may pop
into your mind and save your life.

Hey, guys! What's going on?

They took our stuff!
Charlie's been here!

I don't know where the fuck I'm at!
Let's see if this shit works.

That's not north. Shit!

Red man four!

Exercise is cancelled! Please confirm!

Shit! What was that?

Wildman, this piece of ground
is now wearing your brains.

Frankly, they look better
on the ground.

Tell me something. Did you ever

stick your dick out
for anything once in your life?

Mouth off to an officer? Something?

No, sir, Sarge. That's not my way.

Would that mean
I'm not a real man or

You're as real as anybody.

Every man needs to feel good
about himself. Come on, Wildman.

Over there!

Good work, Jackie.

Is he bucking for a Section Eight?

Does he know the
embarrassment he's caused?!

I'm sure he doesn't, sir.

I've got observers watching one
platoon of VC chew our butt!

You know what Godwin just said?
" It's not your fault. It's your ass!"

Well

We're middle management, Homer.

No, really.
We are the heart and soul of America.

We keep the wheels turning while we get
ahead, while we watch our backsides.

Neat trick. Takes up all of our time.
Clell hasn't ever learned that.

Somebody needs to talk sincere
with the boy.

Somebody needs to pull his guts out
through his asshole!

The problem is, so far nobody
can find him, Goody!

What the fuck is with you,
you psycho fuck?

It's a death wish! A psycho fuck
pulling for a court-martial.

What makes you God's gift
to infantry training?

There's a guy in Benning.
You don't even know him!

What makes you the better man?!
I just

want to do what I can.

Why don't you go back over there?
Take them out on patrol.

Hold their fucking heads in your lap
while they bleed to death.

I don't know much, but I know you
and you're losing.

A few days ago this was
a bunch of half-assed kids.

You gotta see now, Goody.
You gotta see.

Give me 24 hours and I'll

walk into HQ on my own
and that's a promise. I promise.

Captain, your men are supposed to be
calling in an air strike.

Instead they're playing with 35
rag-tail aggressors and getting killed!

You've got choppers here.
I want an air strike. Understand?

Yes, sir.

Good evening, sir.
You have the right to remain silent.

Get out of

Pretty funny.

Pretty funny, sergeant!

I guess I'm supposed to lose it.

Bust you back about 15 stripes.
Ship you off someplace

where you'll persuade your new
commander to transfer you to Benning!

Is that it?

Well, no way, sergeant.

I can't afford to come off
a loser upstairs, or in any way.

No, I'm gonna tell them

you're the finest soldier
I ever trained. And in four days

I showed them where to patch up
their outdated program!

Think about that! You got plenty
of time to think about it.

You're gonna be parading around
my post for the rest of your life!

People love to see a real
war hero on parade.

Left, left, right flank.

Left. Left, right, left.

Hut, two, three, four.

Left, right, left.

Come on, relax.

Left, right, left.

Left flank, march!

Sarge?
Yeah.

I gotta talk to you.

I got Goody's lecture and I ain't
sure I can kick the shit out of him.

With all respect, he's full of shit.
Respectfully full of shit.

You put it on the line
for what you believe in.

Everything else is old-guy stuff.

Why Fort Benning, Sarge?

You can train them until
you're blue in the face

but over there,
they'll look for one guy.

Their platoon sergeant. That's you.

You know, I guess I ought to be real
thankful to you for pointing that out.

Why don't you just face it?

What story you wanna hear?
I got a lot.

You wanna hear a story about a boy
I once loved? Like a son?

Well, here's one. A boy I never knew.

Until he was begging me
to stop the pain.

Then he saw the parts
no longer in him

and he begged me to push
them back inside.

The last thing he begged me was to
find his daughter someday, in Ohio

and tell her the last thing
he thought of was her dance recital.

She was blond, his daughter,
and she was 5.

And she was real, real beautiful in
her dance costume.

I don't suppose there's any guys
you saved? Any of those stories?

Called compromise,
you do what you can.

Compromise is fine if it works!
Lying to yourself isn't.

Listen!

If I knew as much as you do about life
and what a fella's born to be

l'd be one hell of a man, huh?
Just like you, son.

Fifty-five miles south,
1 st Cavalry troopers

made their helicopter assault
on the coastal plain.

And from the moment they
landed, they were in a fight.

The 1 st Cavalry assault was called
Operation Masher, here

near a place called Lang Son
the enemy chose to

We're getting married.

Well, I'm sorry, darling.
I can't let you do that.

Some girls past the age of consent
would tell their dads to shove it!

All you care about is your star!

Don't talk to me like that!
I'll talk to you however I want, sir!

Welcome to the Army, Mrs. Willow.

Forward, hut!

Let me take your picture.

Not again.

Rachel Feld, Army Digest.

Thank you, sergeant.

You look pretty. I love your dress.

You're a good dancer.
Learned it all in the swamp.

Smile, please!

Better do something.

A toast to the bride and the groom.

A long and happy life together.
Long and happy life!

To my new son.

To the bride and groom.
Here's to us and those like us!

Damn few left!
Oh, my God!

Outstanding.

Congratulations.

Ride 'em, cowboy!

Smile!

Rachel, thank you.

Thank you.

Don't smoke in bed, not tonight.
Thanks, captain.

Drinks?
Got you something.

All right!
You have to earn those.

Shouldn't be too tough, seeing as

you start OCS in a couple weeks.

You see Goody and I, we went
to Captain Thomas

and we reasoned with him and

I ate the bear.
There you go.

Why does he want to go to the OCS?

I don't know why anybody wants
to be a second lieutenant.

It's the pits!

commander, keeping low. Requesting
-Roger, this is

Hold your position.

-We got a couple people hit here.
-Okay, let's get their gear.

-Roger that. I'm on you.
-Let's get them and get out.

We can't take anybody else.
Make sure that guy doesn't get on.

Dear Sarge:

Less than a month and I'll
be through Officer Candidate School.

All anyone talks about is Vietnam.

All we see and hear about
are demonstrations.

This war seems to be tearing
us all apart. The whole country.

Do you and Sam still argue
about it all the time?

Remember she's a civilian, Sarge.

There's no way for her
to really know that nobody

hates this war more than those
who have to fight it.

Best, Jackie.

Rooney.

Wildman.

Looks like they shipped you to Nam.
Tough luck, buddy!

Flanagan!
You too, Flanagan.

Walters.

Oh, shit! There goes the war.
Just when we had it in the bag.

Wildman, kill a commie
for Christ, man.

The new lieutenant! Congratulations!
Hi!

Atten, hut!

I think you're supposed to
return it or something.

As you were.
You look like real soldiers to me.

Hi. How are you?
Piece of cake.

Kid.
How are you, Sarge?

Congratulations.
Thank you.

Your bars look beautiful, Jackie.
Come on, have some champagne.

Well?

There's something I've gotta say.
Speech! It's your night.

I'm shipping out.

Couple weeks you'll be getting
news from Quang Tin Province.

Congratulations, son.

Not often the Army gets the right man.
Thank you.

You okay with this, Sarge?

Yes, sir.

I'm just sorry that
I'm not going along.

Platoon sergeants never get
a Louie that can lead.

You'll make a lucky guy
an easy gig there.

Born to it, kid. Born to be.

Well, then here's to us,
and those like us.

Damn few left.

Well, come on! Let's make a party.
To Jackie and Rachel.

This is chop-2. I got Thorbear here,
took two rounds in the chest.

-Roger that.
-He's got one round in the right arm.

Roger that. What's gonna be
the E TA back to dust-off?

This is, call five, I'm right behind
Coast Call. Check the area

Is it cleared out down there?
Is it secure?

Roger, we have it for
a few minutes, come on in.

You seen the latest Army Digest?
No.

Guess who won the Medal of Honour

for actions in Vietnam.
Who's that?

Guess who saved his buddies' asses?

Guess who took a whole army
of bad guys single-handedly?

Who, for chrissakes, Goody?

Wildman.
Wildman?

South Vietnam's national police chief
killed a man who was carrying a gun.

This was taken as evidence
he was a Viet Cong officer.

The police chief put a bullet in his
brain. He's still the chief of police.

Cao Lang's streets
were swept by gunfire for days

and the people of Cao Lang were
swept back and forth, bewildered.

Tell me you're happier than you look.

And if you're gonna lie,
would you do it better?

The year's up.

You lived through it, he's
coming home in three weeks.

Bonnie Fowler's man
came home different.

Apparently

he'd written her all these
sweet letters while

at the same time, he was writing his
mother he wanted to get a divorce

and they've got a
2-year-old baby girl.

Men come home crazy

and broken and cold.

But

that's not my Jackie.
No, it's not.

So I'm gonna be fine.
Yeah.

Rachel's a great cook, isn't she?
The best.

I caught her calling the restaurant.
"Send up the beef stroganoff."

Are you kidding?
That's flattering.

I'm kidding, honey, it was wonderful.
Thank you.

So how's Jackie?
You heard from him lately?

Yeah, I got the letter

Honey, would you like to?
No. Just read it. You read it.

" Dear Sarge, hard to believe it's only
a year. Feels like my whole life

10 lifetimes really.

Hard to believe I'll see you soon.

Hell, it's hard to believe you even
exist. Any of you. Even Rach.

It's hard to believe she still loves
me, that there's any love anywhere.

Her letters are so beautiful

and I want to believe so much.
I just want to hold her

just hold her,
and I'll be all right."

I've learned so much, Sarge. I've
learned I can't protect these kids.

It's my duty to protect them and I
can't. There's many things to tell you.

All my life, I knew I'd live and die
in the Army. Just something I knew.

But after this, I don't know
anything anymore. We'll sit down.

We'll talk. You'll get me straight.

Come in!
Sergeant major

it's Sergeant Hazard, he's

Sam?

Jackie Willow
I know.

Goody called.

He wanted a CIB.

Combat Infantryman's Badge.
He wanted it more than anything.

You know, most kids his age

they want a promotion to
vice president of sales

bachelor pad

hi-fi built in

a fucking sports car! Something!

Not him. CIB.

I tried to
I tried to slow him down

just make him less
in a lather to get there.

I tried to tell him.
Goody tried too.

We weren't very convincing.
Don't blame yourself, Clell.

I thought I could do it from here.
If they wouldn't give me Benning

then I'd teach them here.
I'm Sergeant Hazard.

I'm the

boot-tough old vet.

Oh, stop it, Clell.
" Listen, boys, I'll pull you through."

What a sorry goddamn excuse
for a man I am.

Don't do this to yourself, Clell.
I can't help it, Sam.

You know, but then I thought

if I can't help them all, then

what if I just help one.
If I just take one

boy. Just one

Jackie, just

Where can you do it, Clell?

If you can't do it at this Fort
Benning place, where can you do it?

Could you do it there?
Where?

Don't make me say that place.

Okay, honey, there is as good
a place as any. That's

where it really counts.

I don't want you to go anywhere.

But it's your decision, not mine.

What happens to us?

I mean, when I'm on this

mercy mission, you ride into the
sunset with a guy like Don Brubaker.

I don't ride off into the sunset
with anyone, Clell.

I sit in this apartment,
scared to death, and I wait.

It don't square though.
I mean, your feelings about the war.

My feelings about the war
haven't changed.

I'll do everything I can
to stop the war.

I'll march and I'll carry signs
and I'll pester congressmen.

And if you consider that a knife
in the back, so be it.

You've got your job to do

l've got mine.

There's another question.
If I were to do this

honey

would you marry me
before I shipped out? Please?

Yes.

You would?
Yes.

I love you.

I love you too.

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust.

Let's bury this guy
and get on the bus.

Better get out of here. My feet
Shut up!

What are you looking at?

Guidon. Atten, hut!

Rest, hut.
Atten, hut!

Parade, rest!

Here this spot is the Tomb of the
Unknown Soldier.

On the stone it says:

" Here rests in honoured glory

an American soldier
known but to God."

They tell me there may be
no unknown soldiers in Vietnam.

Seems

we can account

for all their bodies.

We've

gotten a lot better
at identifying them.

I just wonder if we're
getting better at knowing them.

Here will rest

deserved of glory, an American
soldier known but to an honoured few.

I know him.

I won't forget.
Guidon. Atten, hut!

Escort! Ten, hut!

Please stand for the rendering
of military honours.

Firing party, fire three volleys.

Stand by. Ready.

Ready, aim, fire!

Ready, aim, fire!

Ready, aim, fire!

You may be seated now.

Order, hut!

Colours ready, hut.

Parade, parade, hut!

On behalf of the president of the
United States, accept this flag

in recognition of your loved one's
faithful service.

Left, right, left.

Left, left, right, left.

Left, left, right, left.

Left, left flank, march!

Left. Dress it up, dress it up.

Left, right, left.
Left foot, Rossman! Left.

Left flank, march. Second time!

Come on, pivot on the ball
of both feet. And step