All language subtitles for The Siege of Firebase Gloria

Looks abandoned.

Or worse.

Let's go, Shortwave.

It was Chinese New Year.

The Tet holiday.

The communists had
called a 36-hour truce.

It should've been
a routine patrol.

But we weren't taking any chances.

Get DiNardo up here.

DiNardo was my right hand.

Go.

The kind of gung-ho
fighting machine

that Marines are famous for.

We'd been to this village
before and a lot of smiling,

shaking hands and bowing to show
that we were the good guys.

The people were friendly.

We like them and they liked us.

DiNardo knew enough
Vietnamese to be a big hit.

So it really hurts to see
their heads on stakes.

This rotten war was getting to us.

We'd stay too long,
we seen too much.

Jesus Christ...

Sonofabitch.

DiNardo.

Got more in the wells.

Jesus...

No amount of training

could prepare you for an
experience like this.

Shortwave said he'd seen worse
on the streets of Detroit.

But that's the kind of bullshit
you use to keep from going crazy.

Murphy was the one
that's hit the hardest.

He was a green college
kid from Indiana.

The closest he'd been to death
was his grand dad's funeral.

Sergeant Hafner.

Yo.

This is insanity.

This is effective.

Charlie's got this
valley by the balls.

Won't nobody step out
of line around here.

- Sergeant Major.
- Yo.

We got a boy, Sergeant Major.

He's alive.

Please, kid.

Calm down.

C'mon, Juicy?

Wanna Juicy?

Juicy, Juicy, Juicy.

There ain't no ceasefire around
here that's for damn sure.

Something coming down.

Something heavy.

Oh, we got to find out what it is.

We going to leave the
village like this?

Torch it.

We radioed headquarters, but
they didn't read the signs

like we did.

Just another bunch of dead gooks.

What else is new?

DiNardo was pretty steamed up
inside so I put him on point.

Best therapy I could think of.

As point men go, DiNardo
had few equals.

He had a sharp eye

and a good nose for trouble.

Hold on. It's DiNardo, sir.

What do you got?

Two VC by a cave. I'm
going to pop them.

We got contact.

Murphy, I want you to
check out the area.

Need to know how many dinks
we're dealing with here.

You sure you wanna do this alone?

Yeah.

My turn.

Besides, I had needed a bath.

Okay Nard, you got the ball.
If I ain't back in ten,

use your imagination.

Sure.

Stay on them.

Jesus Christ.

You look like a fucking ghost.

Whose were these?

I lost...

Lost my whole patrol.

What's your unit, son?

There were thousands.

We saw...

We saw thousands of them.

What's your name, son?

I don't...

I don't know.

No... No... I'm whip-bounding.

Two clicks back...

Abandoned camps.

Looked about company size.

Well, there's a company,
there's a battalion.

Come.

Tell DiNardo to get everybody
ready to pull out.

Right.

C-4's in place, Sergeant Major.

Might be a pretty good
idea to blow it up.

Yes, sir.

Dinks up ahead.

Twenty, maybe thirty.

You know the program, DiNardo.

Do your thing.

I want you bunched up
around the casualty.

Let's move.

DiNardo was like a
brother I never had.

He's always getting into trouble.

And I was always getting him out.

But when the times got tough,

he was the one I knew
I could count on.

For a while, there had been
some tension between us.

And it needed to be resolved.

But now was not the time.

Now, I needed the best rifleman
in the squad covering my back.

Any VC in your area?

No VC here.

- Only fish made in bottles.
- Yeah, I bet.

Where the boy come from?

We found the boy
in An Lap village.

An Lap village?

I don't like it. Let's move.

Let's get out of here.

I don't like the looks
of this at all.

Get on the horn.

There's not a swinging dink
here that ain't recruiting age.

Tell DiNardo to lock and load.

Watch the one with the hairy face.

Lock and load, DiNardo.

It don't look good.

Sergeant Major's saying: Watch
the one with the beard.

Shortwave, get your dumb
black John Wayne ass down.

Get down.

Get that Fifty on the boat.

Ceasefire. Hold your fire.

I want these boats under water.

Don't use our frags.

There's plenty of dink
grenades up here.

I'd like to know where
these needle-dick

dinks are getting new
AK fucking-47s at.

What the hell's going
on here, Spider?

You on R&R?

Get down here and help
Hawk sink those boats.

Shortwave, you get in touch
with the damn chopper yet?

No, sir. Sergeant Major.

Keep trying.

- Hey, DiNardo.
- Yo.

I want an accurate body count.

I got it.

Twenty males. Nine females.

Three goddamn tots.

You'll love this shit.

VC regulars.

Just beautiful.

Happy Chinese New Year.

Murphy, are you ready yet?

I want that chopper
in here, right now.

Doing my best, Sergeant Major.

Yeah, well. That's not
quite good enough.

Try harder.

Golden Eagle, this is Shortwave.

What the hell am I going
to name you, huh?

How about, Pee Wee, huh?

Can you say, Pee Wee?

Pee Wee.

- Pee Wee.
- Pee Wee.

Pee Wee, I named you Pee Wee.

Pee Wee Reese.

The greatest baseball player

for the Brooklyn Dodgers
that ever lived.

Don't get too goddamn
attached to that boy.

You know, what?

He sure as hell doesn't
look like Jimmy.

But he's got the same
spark in his eye.

You know what I mean? Look at him.

It doesn't get any goddamn easier.

Does it Nard?

Nope.

So, Sergeant Major. Where
the hell are we going now?

A little goddamn Firebase.

Gloria's the name of it.

- What?
- Gloria.

Ain't too far from here.

Shit.

Fuck. We're we hit?

Don't worry about it.

We're coming down.

Take it port side. Sergeant Major.

This sucker's dead meat.

Get us down. Now.

You got it, chief.

Set it down. Now.

It's alright. It's alright.

- We'll be getting out of here.
- Be cool.

We're going down.

Just cut the fuel.

Get the fuck out of here.

C'mon. C'mon.

Jesus.

C'mon, let's get the Ghost
down to the aid station.

Murphy, see to it that
the kid gets de-loused.

DiNardo, your radio with me.

Let's move. Let's move.

Where's your CO?

He's in the CP jacking off.

Yeah, he's at the pod now, sir.

Must've jerked off for the
second time by now, baby.

Good afternoon, sir.

You are the CO?

Who're you?

Sergeant Major Hafner.

Long Range Reconnaissance
Patrol, sir.

Yes.

The French Foreign Legion had

difficulty in this
country, you know.

Difficulty.

Street Without Joy.

You read it?

Yes, sir. I have.

Your opinion?

It's history, sir.

History.

Very good.

And you know that
fortified positions

linked by mobile reconnaissance
has survived the strategy?

Are you paying attention, soldier?

Sir. We have just encountered
heavy enemy activity

in the vicinity of An Lap.

Don't be impertinent, soldier.

The Sergeant Major and I here
were discussing history.

History.

Well it seems to me that you would
like to know what the hell...

Nothing is 'seems to be'.

You remember that, soldier.

Yes, sir.

Even the incomparable Clausewitz

underestimated the value
of airborne artillery.

Then, how could he possibly know
given the historical contexts.

Sir, the gooks are on
the move out there.

Of course they are,
Sergeant-Major.

It's the Tet holiday.

Every gook in the country is
on the way to his mama-san's

for fucking fish heads and rice.

We just rescued an
American prisoner, sir.

And he's given us vital
information about heavy...

Soldier.

Come here. Come here, soldier.

- What?
- Lemme I ask you a question.

Does she or doesn't she have
the greatest set of tits

you've ever seen in
your entire life?

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

That'll be all, gentlemen.

Dismissed.

Oh, by the way, Sergeant Major.

Put your men to work on
repairing the mess tin refs.

Haven't had ice
cream in two weeks.

Complete air superiority and
they can't freeze a couple

gallons of fucking ice cream.

Let's get out of here.

So... ah.

Staying, Sergeant Major?

Hundreds of places to live.

Sergeant Major...

I would say, this is a perfect
time for a change of command.

For Chrissakes, he's
already brain-dead.

If we don't do it it's going
to get everybody killed

including ourselves.

Sergeant Major...

Sergeant Major.

Goddammit, Nard, I hear you.

Wait until nightfall.

I don't want him killed.

No problem.

Incoming.

Ceasefire. Ceasefire.

What the fuck was that?

Incoming rounds.

Oh, hell. They got the CP.

Medic.

Medic.

Get the fuck here, now.

Goddammit...

Huh. Nobody.

Mighty Mouse never get
us out this shit.

Okay...

Mighty Mouse and Underdog.

I don't know...

Yet...

No. No. No.

How much time you got up here?

Yeah. Seventeen more days.

I'm going to miss you.

Yeah, I'll miss you too.

Varia, it's Jones here.

I read you, Sergeant.

I'm on my way.

Who're you?

Sergeant Major Hafner.

Where's Captain Williams?

Unconscious, down at sick bay.
We had incoming last night.

- Poor guy.
- Shit.

What's your status?

First Sergeant Jones, sir.
Just in from patrol.

Sit down.

Well, you're my First
Sergeant now, Jones.

Wha'd you see out there?

Three hundred on the move.

Maybe more.

All regulars.

Yeah, we can add about
two thousand to that.

Maybe in ballpark.

Where?

An Lap. Yesterday.

Crap's going to hit the fan, Top.

And this fucking place ain't
prepared for the shit.

This Firebase can't be defended.

How many people do you have out
there, that ain't brain-dead?

I don't have anyone who's
willing to trip over

his guts for the
Vietnamese way of life.

This I know...

Any illusions about yours or my

brand of democracy,
First Sergeant?

We're going to re-fortify
this shit-hole,

then we're going
to protect it like

it was your daughter's cherry.

I hate, I'm going to die here.

Right.

There's no doubt in
my military mind

that we are in a deep-shit
situation, people.

Now, if any of you
dog-faced dope smokers

don't feel like pulling your
share of the load around here,

you can pack your shit
and get your young asses

off my Firebase right now.

Sandbag this west sector, now.

Move your ass.

Somebody get me a
goddamn vehicle up here

and drive this heap
of shit out of here.

I want these fresh
lines squared away.

Break your legs and
do a purpose dig.

You find them, tonight.

There is hope, damn tomorrow.

It's as simple as...

What the fuck is that?

Combat photographer.

Crazy as a bedbug.

They say, he's got the
best Cambodian Red around.

Yeah?

Oh, we'll see about that.

Hey... God what a
defensive fighter.

Matter of fact, not a bad idea.

I understand you got some
pretty badass Cambodian Red.

Ain't the truth, isn't it?

Fine, my weed here. Been
smoking opium for a month.

This takes the edge
off everything.

Goddamn. That's my favourite kind.

- No, shit.
- Give it to me.

Wha-why should I give it for?

I said fucking give it to me.

Hey man. This should cost me
two cases of peaches, man.

Nard. You've been
strip-searched by a Marine.

Because I suggest you
reach in and find it.

But you sure as hell, you
don't want me to do it.

Now, do it right now.

Now.

All right, all right.

Hey, call a dog laugh.
Hey, all right.

Shit.

I hate this game.

Sergeant Major.

Can I keep it?

Yeah, you found it.

It's all yours, Nards.

Give him a rifle and
put him on the line.

Yes, let's go Doctor Leary.

You can't do this. I'm a civilian.

Yeah, well you've just been
fucking drafted, sweetheart.

I'm an innocent objector.
Hey, alright I'm coming.

We work for a living now.

So you're staying?

What about the nurses?

Nurses?

Yes, there are nurses
up at the station.

Doing this field exercise.

Shit's getting pretty
goddamn deep around here.

Is there any nuns or Girl Scouts,
that I should know about

on the Firebase?

That's what happens when
you inherit wealth.

Lucky you.

Yeah, lucky me.

Aid station, Sergeant Major.

Alright, I want these
troops patched

up and back out on the line,

ASAP.

If they can fire a rifle,
they can send my gratitude.

I take it you're in command?

You take it right. What's
your trade or field?

Captain Flanagan.

199th Evacuation Hospital.

Sir, did I hear you say you want
my wounded back on the line?

That's affirmative, Captain.

We're facing a regiment
of VC out there.

Breaking it down
into layman's terms,

that's five to one
in their favour.

I'm not too goddamn
crazy about you ladies

being on my Firebase
in the first place.

But I guess I can learn how
to live with it, can I?

I understand.

I want you to get a list
of supplies together

that you going to have
to have turned over to.

First Sergeant here
take care of this.

Good morning, Miss Flanagan.

Captain...

The rank's Captain.

I'm real impressed.

Maybe you are made to see it.

C'mon, First Sergeant.

Headquarters still didn't buy
my analysis of the situation.

Hell, they had experts staying in
air-conditioned offices in Saigon

who understood that
we're a whole lot

better than anyone
in the front line.

We had asked for ammunition
and reinforcements.

What we got was the mail run, a
few cases of beer and a VD film.

They just wouldn't believe we were
up against a regiment of Vietcong.

They didn't even bother
to send a replacement CO.

Nice knowing you, sir.

There were times when
we all wondered whether

headquarters was
fighting the same war.

Incoming.

Cover.

Get me the fuck out of here.

Shit.

Damn, all you arty motherfuckers.

I'm an officer.

An officer?

If I'd knew you were officer,

I'd left your ass right
out there, motherfucker.

Nardo, we got contact.

Visual. Two figures.

Two hundred yards.

Hello.

Yeah. Hi. Hi.

We friend.

No, no. Stay there, stay there.

American, mai loi.

What you got, Murph?

Ah, just a couple of girls.

Wanna come out? Whaddaya think?

Me friend.

Bullshit.

I smell sapper.

Cut them down.

Goddammit, Murphy.

I said take your weapon...

Fuck you, you just fuck it...

No.

For God's sakes, no.

Listen to me.

This is Vietnam, you understand?

Pretty girls got balls.

Instead of their mommies
putting books in their hands,

and sending them to school,

they wrap them up in dynamite
and send them off to kill GIs.

You got that?

That's the enemy, Murphy.

That's the enemy.

Get it together.

Charlie just reminded us
he had nothing to lose

and everything to gain.

You had to admire his
strength of purpose.

He'd been fighting off foreigners
for hundreds of years.

The Chinese, Japanese,
the French and now, us.

We knew. We just knew he was
never going to give up.

That night, Charlie pulled the

biggest publicity
stunt of the war.

The last thing the folks at
home were expecting to see

on their TV sets that day
was a ravaged embassy.

Any news that the Tet
offensive had started.

Had been told the
war was almost won.

They would not be
so trusting again.

All headquarters told me
was to hold the Firebase,

whatever it took.

A little religious communication

might not be a bad idea
this late in the game.

I myself, I don't
take any chances.

I talk to Mohammed,

Buddha and to Jesus H. Christ

and any other religious
honchos I can come up with.

There is no sense staying as an
atheist in a combat situation.

Now we don't have a chaplain here,

but I don't see that
as any major setback.

You can rest assured, you
will not go in that bag

until I've said a few
appropriate words over you.

I figured about 450 yards.
Set up the main tube.

Pound them.

Recoil 25 four.

Fuck their guns.

All right, hold your fire.

Wait now. Wait for my command.

Forceps.

Captain.

I can help.

Give me something to do.

I've done field dressing. Huh.

This is a big chance to be a hero.

I want you to maintain
constant contact with DiNardo.

You got it?

Yes, Sergeant Major.

Hold your fire, goddamn it.

Fire.

Yeah, what's it like?

What's it like?

How many of them?

Medic.

Medic.

Charlie was testing us.

He lost his first assault
on the northern side

when we were better prepared.

Then through his waiting,
DiNardo's position

on the east perimeter
was tougher for him.

But not so strongly defended.

Nice thinking, Charlie.

You damn your fathers
with our pants down.

Pull back.

Get on the horn to Haffner.

Tell him we're being overrun.

Shortwave. This is Murphy.

Tell Hafner we need backup. Now.

Right now.

That's affirmative.

Let's go.

Jones, this is Hafner.

DiNardo's getting overrun.

There are gooks through the wire.

Gather as many as your troops
together as you can spare,

get them over to him, right now.

We're on our way.

Move out.

Let's go.

Let's go. Payback time.

Now.

Howdy, you scumbag.

That's right. Go back.

All the way back to Hanoi.

Murphy, Spider, Hawk.

You're all on death detail.

Get out there and
kill the wounded.

I don't want any
surprises, overnight.

Murphy, if you can find it
in your sweet little heart

to bring back a prisoner.
I'd appreciate it.

No problem.

Murphy.

What's going on with you?

Everything?

Jesus Christ. They're
killing wounded.

Don't tell me you're feeling
sorry for them, Sergeant?

They're soldiers just like us.

Wounded.

Snipers. There.

Yes.

You have a good time?

You're fucking crazy,
you know that?

You're really digging this shit.

What were you back home, a rapist?

No.

I'm just another
dumb-ass, like you.

All right, hang in there.
It'll be all right.

This is your ticket home, man.

It'll be all right.

Hang in there.

Okay, Mr Commanding Officer.
Where's the medevac?

I've got eight people who
will be dead within the hour.

We're running out of morphine.

Where are the supplies I ordered?

You listen to me, Flanagan.

You listen good.

Communications bunker is history.

We are on our own.

There will be no resupply.

So you tighten up and make
do with what you've got.

You're a captain.

Be a goddamn captain.

Just the guy I was looking for.

Woo. Hot damn it, Murphy.

I told you to bring
me back a live one.

Hey, he's still alive.

He's fine, pretty still alive.

For that matter, so am I.

Get him at the aid station.

I want this little dink talking
to me in twenty minutes.

No problem.

What the hell are you doing?

Leave him alone.

Leave him alone.

Look lady, this is called
extracting information.

You understand that?

So we torture
prisoners now, do we?

You goddamn right. This
ain't Nebraska, lady.

But you don't do
it in my hospital.

No?

Goddamn it, talk to me.

Talk to me.

What kind of animal, are you?

Animal?

Yeah.

Lady, you have any idea

if Charlie got in here.

What will they do?

He will rape you.

Your nurses.

Until you are dead.

But you know what?

They'd have to kill me first.

Animal?

I'm not that... The Animal.

Sergeant Major.

Now, I mind being
your radio operator.

I was trained Recon.

No patrols.

Goddamn it, you're a short-timer.

You just don't need it.

Hi guys.

Can you stand a little
more excitement?

Whaddaya got, Nard?

They're digging.

Where?

At the edge of the tree line.

And they're headed right this way.

My little Cong tells me that

two big guns are arriving the
first thing in the morning.

Where's your little Cong now?

He's probably shaking hands
with Buddha right now.

You'd think you could
get into their camp?

Sergeant Major.

You're in Bangkok.

It's Friday night.

And you got a fistful of dollars.

You think you could get laid?

Yeah, I think so. Yeah,
I think you could too.

Shortwave, let's go to Bangkok.

Okay. Go on.

Alright.

Keep your head down.

We learnt we were up against
the Dong Nai Regiment.

Under the command
of Colonel Cao Van.

He wasn't exactly one
of my favourite people.

He'd overrun 9th Motor
Transport last year.

And that'd really pissed me off.

So I thought I'd let
him know we weren't

going to lay down
and die that easy.

It was time to sprinkle some
shit in Charlie's rice.

Goddamn it, Jones.
You have any idea

how close you just came
to get blown away?

Where the hell do you think
you are anyway, Iwo Jima?

No, this ain't exactly
Suribachi, either.

I didn't know that you
were a flag-waver, Jones.

I care.

I don't care for a lot of it.

What I care for, care for a lot.

Know what I mean?

I've been a dedicated soldier
for twenty-three years.

Does that tell ya something?

Yeah, I came in the Marine Corps
when I was seventeen years old.

So hell no.

I wouldn't change a
goddamn thing either.

Shit.

Goddamn it.

DiNardo.

DiNardo, I'm on a mine.

Closer, Coates.

Give me a knife, man.
I got ya. I got ya.

Goddamn it. There's
a patrol up there.

I'd like to see you back in
one piece. You understand me?

Oh, we'll just leave
him here, man?

Yeah, we're going.

Now.

DiNardo. Coming in.

Password.

Fuck your password.

Yo. Coming in.

What's the password?

♪ Moonlight over Saigon ♪

♪ It's so enticing ♪

- How you've been?
- Lovely.

You're little flat, Murphy.

It's the wording.

I think that got my name on it.

Good night.

How did you do this?

With a knife.

That's a little silly.

Silly?

I guess it is a little silly.

What's your name?

Cathy.

Kinda remind me of my girl.

Her name's Polly.

We're getting married in May.

We're supposed to be
married last November.

But leave got cancelled.

But that's okay.

I like May better, anyway.

You got a piece?

What?

A rifle.

You have a rifle?

You might need one.

Tomorrow, were going to
be attacked for sure.

Why don't you take mine?

Aren't you going to need it?

I'll find another one.

Safety on. Off.

It's got a full clip.

Thanks.

Wish me luck?

Good luck.

Soup's up. Let's break a leg.

All over the country, Charlie
was giving us big trouble.

Nothing was out of his reach.

I just hoped there was someone,
somewhere who hadn't forgotten us.

Fuck me dead.

No love for you today, mother?

Where we going, Skipper?

A fucking outpost called
Gloria. It's on the map.

Don't wait for it.

It's going to go. Get clear.

There goes our escort.

Picked a fine time to
leave me, Lucille.

Alright, saddle up.

Attack.

Eat this.

All right.

They're breaking through.

Murphy, you hold this line.

Get back. Get the fuck back.

Let's go.

Fill it in.

Quickly, get it moved
out, right now.

C'mon, Murphy.

Hold the line.

Is that it?

Sure is.

Which ones are our guys?

The ones in the middle. I think.

Alright, squeeze the
cheeks together.

This fucker's gotten warmer.

Guys, I'm going in low.

Just see them where you see them.
I'll come out over the trees.

Let's make it hard for Charlie.

This is fucking hairy.

Alright.

Boys maul up that Twelve-Seven.

I see it.

In the tree line.

Alright, I got it. I got it.

Got a rocket right up your ass.

Damn it, missed.

Fucked up their garden.
Something awful.

Yes. Yes.

Hi. May I take your order?

Yeah, we need C rations,
ammunition, radio

and above all, bring
back the Air Cav.

You want French fries with that?

No, but I'll tell you what
you can have a clean shave

next time you come back.

You look a goddamn hippie.

Aye, General.

Back at noon.

The Air Cav has bought
us a little more time.

God knows when they'll
come our way again.

The dead piled up

and too many of them were ours.

We were killing Charlie wholesale.

But he didn't seem to care.

Yes, we'd do the same if Charlie
occupied South Carolina.

Jesus...

Fucking war.

They called it a 'police action'.

You took some hits, Skipper.

You've estranged the
game through this thing.

Gimme another one, Chief.
I need fifteen, yeah.

Got it.

Guys, I know you
got other missions

but I need some volunteers.

I'm on vacation.

There's a ceasefire.
Can't you tell?

Yeah.

We cease. They fire.

You guys like a little excitement?

There's a Firebase in
rat's ass called Gloria.

They're in deep shit.

How about it?

Fuck it, why not?

Beats the mail run.

Check.

We're like heroes.

- Yo, Skipper.
- Yeah.

We gassed and done, the fucking
CO wouldn't give us the aircraft.

What?

The supplies are waiting too.

Says who?

Fucking ground officer.

Okay.

It's time to play captain.

Hey you. Boy.

Who you calling 'boy'?

Number One, shut your mouth.

Number Two, I'm Captain Moran.

Sorry, Captain. I was just...

I don't care what the
fuck your name is.

What I care about is the
aircraft, right over here.

I'm taking that one. I'm
taking those two, as well.

I swear to God, if you
waste any more of my time.

You're a fucking dead guy.

Yes, Captain.

Start cleaned up, soldier.

Carry on.

Six-One-Two, this is Six.

Thirty second pass,
over the canopy.

Let's burn Charlie's ass.

Gunners on your left, you'll
notice targets of opportunity.

Please fire at will and thank
you for flying Moran Airlines.

Yeah, yeah.

Help's coming. Help's coming.

It's down. Let's get them in a
hurry. C'mon, crates. Move.

The choppers were
bringing what they could.

But it didn't change
a lot of line.

We were surrounded, outnumbered
but no place to go.

There was no doubt
in my military mind

the next attack could be the last.

It was a do or die situation.

As ordered, General.

Outstanding.

Don't call me "General", no more.

I got you arms and some
medicals and a radio.

Hope that works.

I got to go.

What's this?

Thought you said,
you needed a shave.

Good luck, General.

Six-One, Two. This is six.

Let them know who we
are on the way out.

Six, this is Six-One.

Ah, I got some rockets left.

We don't get paid
to bring them home.

Leave some widows behind.

Six, this is Six-One.

Sweep the deck, set
Two-Niner-Seven.

Them motherfuckers.

They're at it again.

Alright, that's it.

Deadeye, you cut
those fuckers down

before we go out of
business. Got ya.

Out-fucking-standing.

Yeah. Baby.

Ah, yes.

Pee Wee.

Pee Wee.

The nights were always beautiful
that time of the year.

But you were no safer at night

and the long hours of stillness.

Worked on your fears.

Night was the time you wondered
what the hell you were doing here.

And when do you get your
balls blown off tomorrow.

You can do some ugly
pretty thinking at night.

For some of us, the nights
were getting far too long.

You're turning to
shit on me, Nard.

Huh?

Look at yourself.

You don't look like any kind of
goddamn Marine I've ever seen.

What is this?

You turning into some
kind of goddamn.

Cambodian witch doctor on me?

What's next?

A hole in your nose?

A fucking plate on your lower lip?

Fuck the Marines.

I'm going to act like
I never heard that.

What?

I'm going to act like I
never even heard that.

Fuck the Corps...

and fuck the war.

If I didn't raise you from a puppy
and hold your hand all the way up

through the United
States Marine Corps,

I would step on your goddamn
dick right here and now.

Do you think I care?

I mean, do you think I'd
give a shit any more?

Aw hell, now seventeen are dead.

When I was seventeen, I
want to be just like you.

Badass Marine.

Go out and find myself a shitty
little war and fight communism.

Okay?

You're goddamn war hero.

But I tell you what, at
seventeen years later,

I don't even know
what a communist is.

What? Some dink in

black pyjamas running
around in rice paddies.

Ha, that's a commie?

Hell, that poor sonofabitch
hasn't even heard of Karl Marx.

This has dick to do with dinks,

commies, or Karl fucking Marx
and you know as well, as I do

it has to do with your
little boy Jimmy.

But he died, he took you right
along with him, didn't he?

No.

Sergeant Major.

You just got too personal.

That's right.

Turn your back on him.

Go out there and bury your
goddamn head in the sand

like a fucking ostrich.

Maybe it'll all go away.

Goddamn it. He was the
only thing I ever loved.

You let me down, Nard.

I let you down.

That's right.

When the boy died,
you can come to me.

You let me put my arms around
you and cried with you.

You left for San Francisco and
stayed drunk for three weeks.

AWOL.

Got busted all the way
down to corporal.

I didn't go AWOL.

I went crazy.

And I went to hell.

May I please be dismissed?

Go to bed, Nard.

Go on.

How's it going, soldier?

I'd rather be home, sir.

Where is home?

Little Rock.

You're better off here, boy.

- Think so?
- Yeah.

Just keep your ass down, you hear?

- I hear you, sir.
- Okay.

Shit.

Hafner.

East 50. On the double.

Anyone know who these belong to?

This is Corporal Miller.

He's dead.

Hell the whole gun crew's dead.

And to add insult to injury,

Charlie took the Fifty fucking
calibre machine gun with him.

I don't any respect for
Corporal Miller any more.

Because he allowed
his group to relax.

They let their guard down
for five fucking minutes.

And Charlie took advantage of it.

Look at them God damn it.

Pay attention.

Stay alert.

Stay alive.

It's as simple as that.

All right. Move back
to the secondary.

Get back. Get the fuck back.

Gaines. Get over here.

Take the Fifty.

I'm going out on the flank.

Murphy.

Murphy. With me.

Go.

Polly...

C'mon.

C'mon.

Yeah.

♪ Fighting first the
cavalry Ya-hoe. Ya-hoe ♪

♪ Fighting first the cavalry ♪

♪ Higher it goes, the
shootings free ♪

♪ We might prevail,
we save the day ♪

♪ Yahoe, yahoe, yahoe ♪

♪ Suicide mission, yes
to me Ya-hoe. Ya-hoe ♪

Ain't that fun?

Yeah right. All right.

Hey.

Hey, c'mon in.

Now, let's get fucking hot.

I'll be right...

Pee Wee.

Pee Wee.

Pee...

Out fucking-standing.

How ya doing, Champ?

Out of luck.

I can't feel nothing.

Don't worry.

We'll medevac you out. You'll
be in Saigon in no time.

I bet.

Bill?

Yeah, yeah Nard. I'm here, man.

Do me.

Do me, now.

Get the hell out
of here, Flanagan.

You ain't needed.

No...

I said, get the fuck out
of here, right now.

No.

Don't...

I can't.

Goddamn it. We had a deal.

I ain't going home like this.

That fucking deal was for me, man.

You do it, now.

Do it.

Remember the kids who
sit damn straight...

Ah...

Remember the kids who...

Oh, yeah.

Laid out the jewels...

Taped it to their heads...

To lace this goddamn broad
and his fucking pain.

I lost a lot of
good men at Gloria.

But then, so did the Dong Nai.

The Air Cav shot them up all the
way back to the Phu Loi river.

In the four months of the Tet

Offensive, Charlie
lost 55,000 men.

After that, the Vietcong
ceased to exist

as an independent fighting force.

And Hanoi took control
of their war.

DiNardo,

Joseph I.

Corporal.

United States Marine Corps.

1-9-5-6-0-3-9

End of the story, Nard.