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J'ominous musicj'

J'j'j'

The privilege of service seems to wither as each

battle passes,

and what lingers in the soul is not the glory of combat...

But the horrors of its aftermath.

I am anxious to know what should come next...

If I should die or live to see victory.

Still, I am not one to succumb to fear,

and while it gives me pause to see so many fallen,

I am resolute in knowing that should I fall and lay beside

them, I have served a noble cause.

J'eerie musicj'

No, no, no, no—...

That was a pistol shot.

I've been thinking...

How come they ain't sent somebody up with an update?

I mean, hell, we've been out here almost three days now.

Two.

Well, feels like a week already.

When the shootin' starts...

You'll wish we were back diggin'.

That is one stubborn rock you got there, Wilson.

Lemme help you out.

No, I'll get it.

Take care of yourself.

Say Morton, how come we ain't see you writing your lady?

Makin' me think you're preoccupied,

like you know something we don't.

I'd like to be able to write my wife...

But I'm too busy doing your job for you while you sit there

wastin' time.

All alone up in that Massachusetts farmhouse of yours

must get pretty lonely.

I just...

I just hope she don't forget about you.

You like the sound of your own voice,

don't you?

Don't mind it.

My wife, Gale...

She's tough.

A lot tougher than you, Clark.

Best not speak of her again.

You know, if we really wanted to win this war,

we'd just boycott southern tobacco.

Mine ain't southern.

We grow that there up in Maryland where it's damp.

They been growin' up in New York too,

if you can believe it.

Turned an old tobacco plantation down south into prisons for

captured union men.

Make the slaves watch to keep 'em scared.

Make it seem like they're winnin'.

Ain't that somethin'?

How do you know all that?

I keep my ears open.

J'tense musicj'

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Action front.

Gimme a cartridge, I need a cartridge.

Wilson...

Oh my god, Wilson.

Down, get down.

Fuck.

What y'all doin' bringin' a corpse back here?

Hey, pistol, pistol, pistol, pistol, pistol!

Give him some water.

J'j'j'

He needs to be sewn up or it'll just keep bleeding.

I'm all right, I'm all right, I gotta get going.

- You all oughta carry on. - —No, no, no, no, no.

No, stay, stay.

You heard the man, Clark.

-What? —dig!

What are you doing?

Take it from him!

Hey, hey, it's not loaded.

Let him keep it.

Turn him over.

What's your name, soldier?

Jackson, sir.

Private.

3rd Mississippi infantry.

I'm glad you found us, Jackson.

My name is Morton.

This is Conrad.

We're from all over.

It looks like a clean cut.

It's deep, too.

He's bleeding on the inside.

Go get your kit.

J'eerie dronej'

You see much action, private?

Some.

Hold that down, hard.

He needs a surgeon.

A—— a surgeon, that means that...

We gonna fix you up, don't you worry.

What are you talking about?

We can't fix him up.

We don't have anything that we need here.

You plan to let him bleed out?

He needs a surgeon, we have to take him in.

To the field hospital?

You think they'll treat a nigger?

Well... he's just—...

I mean, even if they would, there's no way you survive the

trip.

That's gotta be five miles out.

We'll never know if we don't try.

They won't take him.

Don't you see?

Not after this massacre.

I ain't seen a single stretcher—bearer since sun—up

yesterday.

If you wanna help him, you gotta do it here.

- I saw them... - —What did he say?

What did you see?

Soldier, answer me.

What did you see?

If I tell you...

You'll leave me here for dead.

Don't you play no games, boy.

Jackson...

We are not going to leave you out here to die,

but you've gotta tell us what you saw.

Why should I trust you?

What, you gonna let him talk to you like that?

Ungrateful son of a bitch.

Tell you what, I'll beat it out of him.

Hey, hey!

If you've got somethin' to say, boy, come here!

Get your hands off me!

- All right, all right! - —Up on the Ridge...

I could see it right over the fog.

It must have been at least three regiments.

I reckon they'll be swarming these hills no later than first

light tomorrow.

I swear on my life...

That is what I saw.

J'ominous musicj'

First light...

Nine hours.

This doesn't change anything.

We still have a job to do and this soldier still needs to get

to a doctor.

Jesus Christ, what in the hell has gotten into you,

Morton?

He told the truth and it doesn't bode well for him.

So what?

We leave and come back to find these hills crawling with the

rebel army?

No, if we're quick, we can get back well before then.

And leave our work here unfinished?

That don't sound like you, Morton.

Look at him, he's half dead already.

We'd be accused of abandoning our post for no good reason.

You got something to say?

Uh, I think he should have a chance.

Why should he get a chance when all those men out

there didn't?

It's too late for them now.

But he's still alive.

It wouldn't be right to just let him die like all the others.

"All the others?"

Those men out there gave their lives.

That's why, don't you see?

It'd be a sin to let him die.

I mean, when all is said and done,

it could be a whole lot better for him after this is over.

Hey, you.

You free before you joined up?

What's that got to do with it?

Agreat deal, I'd say.

He's a soldier, just like you and me,

and that's all he is, as far as you're concerned.

That may be, but I—...

Still, I can't help but wonder what he was doing wandering

around all alone.

I ain't heard of any colored units nearby.

You boys?

It just seems to me like he coulda been deserting.

Well, he must have got separated from the rest of his

unit.

That unit of his 3rd Mississippi's been on our tail

since vicksburg.

Vicksburg?

That's before Clark and my units joined up—...

All right, all right.

As far as I know, if he's a slave,

we have no obligation or duty to put his life before our orders—...

You oughta hear yourself, you make me sick!

I'm just trying to think this through!

Can't you tell it's the right thing to do, Clark?

I'm not sure it's the right thing to do.

It would mean abandoning our post and going against our

orders; I'm not sure that's right.

You all can dig, I'll take him myself.

Like hell you will!

He—— he—— he'd need a stretcher.

That's two men!

We don't know if there's more graybacks waiting for us out

there in the fog.

One got him.

We don't know which direction they're moving.

We could walk right into 'em.

If Jackson's right about the rebel position,

they'd be coming up that road, just past the Ridge there,

and the hospital is in that direction.

You think it's worth the risk?

Yeah.

I don't think we should let this man die.

Probably already have.

We'll never know if we don't take him in.

Conrad, you'll take him.

And Clark, since you've proved yourself such a lousy digger,

you'll go too.

Why do you get to decide that?!

Would you prefer we voted on it?

Morton and I'll stay here and finish,

and the two of you will be back here by nightfall.

Back?!

You think you can make us take him all the way there

and come all the way back?

Clark?

Fashion Jackson a stretcher.

Look...

We're stuck out in this fog, waiting to kill,

probably be killed.

That's out of our hands.

But this man's life, whether he lives or dies,

that's up to us.

There's honor in this.

Honor? — That's right.

We're not out here to dig holes, Clark.

Well, what are we here to do?

Clark...

We're here to answer a higher calling.

And I know that lives inside you.

I don't think it does.

Well...

Honor's gotten just about everybody I know killed!

And I'm loyal to union, just like you boys!

They tell me what direction to shoot, I'll shoot!

I ain't got no skin in this game!

I don't know what no colored folk ever done for me and I

ain't too keen on dyin' for 'em!

So I'll build the boy a stretcher.

I'll carry him five miles down to the hospital.

I just ask you stop treatin' me like shit all the time just for

having some interest into self—preservation!

And I'm takin' that pistol.

J'sentimental musicj'

Get under his arm.

Easy, easy.

J'j'j'

Small loads.

Light, small loads.

Three, two, one, move.

J'eerie dronej'

Jackson.

J'melancholy musicj'

Don't you go dyin' on me, boy.

Yeah, right here, all right.

One, two, three.

Come on.

Wait, hold it, hold it.

Push!

Push!

Push.

We gotta move fast.

Keep your guard up.

J'sentimental musicj'

J'ominous musicj'

Macht weiter, sei frei!

J'ominous musicj'

J'j'j'

Goddamn!

Cleared 25 yards.

Ready for posts from here to the Browning.

Goddamn flare blew our cover.

Good work, boys.

Jackson...

You still glad you came?

I always wanted to be on the frontline.

If they'd only issue you a rifle,

you'd be a force to be reckoned with.

Yes, sir.

Shall we go the other way and try to clear the new wire

breach?

First light's in two hours.

Now's our chance.

We're never gonna get this close again.

We're gonna set posts from here to Browning,

and then we clear the breach.

Let's go, boys.

J'tense musicj'

Wait!

Wait, wait, wait.

Nice try.

Eat it.

Tie him up.

What's he got?

Smokes.

J'tense musicj'

Are you all alone?

What are you doing out here?

Are there others?

Are you a scout?

Come on, answer me.

Sprecken zee English?!

Shh!

Answer me!

Sprecken zee English?!

Morton, shh!

Shh.

Get out your dictionary, Wilson.

Ask him if he's alone.

What are you doin' out here, huh?

Deserting?

I can't read it, it's too dark, the print's too small.

Allein?

Allein tu dust...

Damn it.

Morton, we have to turn him in, don't we?

We haven't finished laying wire.

Sir, it must be protocol to turn him in as a prisoner of

we r.

We can keep him here 'til the job's done.

He might slit our throats the first chance he gets.

Not if he's tied up.

Or just speak up and give away our position.

Clark's right, we can't take the chance.

Not on a night as clear as this.

Huns can see you think on a night like this.

He surrendered to us.

Wilson, isn't the protocol in this situation—...

There is no protocol, there's just a job to do.

Respectfully, sir, you do not have the authority to execute a

prisoner of war.

He's not a prisoner unless I take him prisoner.

Right now, he's just a...

He's just some Fritz who jumped into our cover.

We can't just kill him.

My orders are to lay this wire and get you boys back safe,

and I intend to do so.

So what are we gonna do, corporal?

You gotta make a decision.

Snap his neck.

J'ominous musicj'

we have two options, as I see it.

We can take this man prisoner and keep laying wire...

Or we can execute him on the spot.

I, for one, am against killing an unarmed man,

particularly one that surrendered to us.

It's not your decision to make.

Forgive me, sir, but we can't just execute him.

That's just plain immoral.

Too up close and personal for ya?

I'm not an educated man, but I do believe it takes more courage

to spare a man's life than to take it.

We're soldiers, we're not here to save lives.

Morton, we're not out here just iayin' wire,

we are representing the United States of America.

Who are we?

Cruel and unjust?

Or are we fair and valorous?

We'll put it to a vote.

Who's in favor of sparing this man's life?

Hold on, I'm not ready for a vote.

What is troubling you?

How do we know he's not gonna sabotage us?

Because he knows his chances of survival are better if he's

taken as a prisoner.

Well, I'd say our chances for survival are a lot better if

he's dead.

I'm with Morton on this one.

Well, it's not much use.

It's split down the middle.

What about Jackson?

He ought to have a say.

Can't give Jackson a vote.

What do you think?

Are you goddamn kiddin' me?

He's not gonna know what's right enough to cast aspersions.

Jackson, may I ask you a question, sir?

What are you doin' here?

Sir?

What are you fighting for?

J'sentimental musicj'

Same thing as you...

Democracy.

I say...

We turn him in.

Why don't you give him a vote while you're at it?

You men have all disrespected my authority and my report will

reflect as much.

But if that's how it is, then we're gonna have to take shifts

to guard him, which means we'll wire slower.

I'll take the first shift.

Get movin'.

Wilson...

You stay for a minute.

J'eerie dronej'

What was that, huh?

I have given you no cause to undermine my leadership.

You're right; We're representing our country.

The last thing we need out here is a pacifist.

I don't know about you, but I am trying to make it home alive,

and this is putting all of that at risk.

I just wanna kill this goddamn bastard and be done with it.

Don't you have anything to say?

I think I've said enough.

We're wasting time.

Sir, corporal told me to watch the German.

They need your help out there.

Well, you look like you was doing a fine job.

Thank you, sir, but I—— I think you would do it

better.

All right, then.

All right, well, keep an eye on him.

So, you've been iistenin'.

I read old twain as a boy.

Bit of a... complicated feeling.

I see Wilson took your handkerchief out.

I'm guessing you didn't get to talking yet, though.

I made up that whole thing about the corporal telling me to watch

you, you know.

I wanted to talk to you...

Alone.

J'sparse ominous percussionj'

What is it? —It's the German, sir.

- Did he attack you? - —He spoke, sir.

Did he?

What did he say?

Since when do you speak German?

In English, sir.

J'sparse ominous percussionj'

He says there's a raiding party coming this way through the

breach, right on top of us.

He was a scout.

Bullshit.

Bullshit.

You're lying.

I heard him with my own ears.

Coward.

Now I know why they didn't issue you a rifle.

He does not lie.

J'j'j'

they vill come...

At the breach.

The gap in the wire.

What's goin' on?

Nothin'.

Let's go, come on.

The clock's tickin'.

Did he talk?

Hey, you've caused enough trouble for one night.

Let's get back to work.

Jackson, what did he say?

Bullshit.

He's lying!

The gap in the wire.

They will come.

What?!

He speaks English?! —who will come?!

A raiding party.

Don't listen to him.

He is just trying to get us to leave a breach in the wire so

that his boys can get through tomorrow.

I am not lying.

They vill come!

Who's coming? —german raiding party.

Shit! — He's lying!

Can't you see?

How do you know they're coming this way?

They come where there is a break in the wire.

Well, there's no break anymore.

We wired right over it.

Not the last 10 yards.

We saw you all go back.

There's still an opening.

So they will come through there.

Sir, trust him or not, we're sitting ducks out here.

We should listen to what he says, Morton.

It's our safest bet.

Clark, go finish wiring the posts.

Corporal...

All due respect, there ain't no goddamn way in hell I'm going

back out there.

You trust the hun?

You said it yourself, they're all backstabbers.

That don't mean I'd bet my life on it, no way.

Conrad...

Let's finish it.

You and me.

I don't think it's a good idea, mort.

They'd be right on top of us.

J'rumbling dronej'

what's happening?

What is happening?

J'disorienting soundsj'

you'd take his word over mine?

If he's lying...

We would know about it soon enough.

And where would that put him?

We're never gonna make it home.

J'suspenseful musicj'

we can't let him live.

Can't you see?

Can't you see?

God knows how many of us he's killed.

We can't take the Liberty of sparing his life just to give

ourselves a pat on the back.

It's not about that, sir.

We gotta think about ourselves here.

He's not gonna hurt you, Morton.

I see.

I see I'm gonna have to do it myself.

Stop!

Please!

Don't forget who you are fighting here.

If you fire that weapon, we are all dead, sir!

Put the gun down!

Morton...

I need you to lower your voice...

And put the gun down.

Corporal, you fire that weapon, we're all dead.

Get that gun out of my face, sir!

If you fire that gun, we're all dead, sir.

We are all dead.

You're all gonna thank me when you come to your senses.

You just pray I don't report you for cowardice in the face of the

enemy.

Put the gun down.

You know we will die, sir.

Wilson...

I am trying to protect you.

I'm trying—— I'm trying to protect you.

S—— stay back.

Stay back and stop it.

This is for your protection.

J'dramatic musicj'

Let him down!

Get him off that wire!

Hey, hey, we—— we got you, Morton.

We got you.

Corporal, stay with me, corporal.

Jackson, get him out!

Stay with me, corporal, stay with me.

- Get him down. - —Get it out.

I'm gonna get you out.

I'm gonna get you out, corporal.

I got you, I got you.

J'mournful musicj'

J'eerie ominous musicj'

J'cool hip—hop beatj'

J'listenj'

j'I'm from new York, I'm so cockyj'

j'i ran a play, scored like this some hockeyj'

j'i was left on the floor, ain't nobody jock mej'

j'now I'm 'bout to be up, everybody watchingj'

j'I'm from new York, I'm so cockyj'

j'i ran a play, scored like this some hockeyj'

j'i was left on the floor, ain't nobody jock mej'

j'now I'm 'bout to be up, everybody watchingj'

j'smoke this dope to the brain, it'll inflame ya shitj'

j'i can't fuck with a lame, gotta be dangerous... j'

j'hip—hop continues playing from cd playerj'

Knife.

This is six actual.

How copy?

Knife!

This is six actual.

How copy?

Knife!

This is six actual.

How copy?

Knife!

This is six actual.

How copy?

That's five minutes, no comms.

J'hip—hop continues playing inside humveej'

I just fuckin' fixed this thing.

Any news from the convoy yet?

No, sir, nothing yet.

Let's just hope we catch up soon.

Knife, this is six actual.

How copy?

Fuck.

Would you turn that shit down?!

No!

No, leave it!

Leaveit

Leave it? —It keeps my blood pumpin'.

This is the last time this motherfucker brings that

shit on mission.

Last time!

I don't even listen to this shit.

Conrad, turn that shit down.

All right.

J'music volume reducesj'

are you calling your girlfriend?

No, bro, I gotta tell you about a letter I just got, too.

She cheatin' on you?

So what do you listen to then, sarge?

Mozart?

Actually, yeah.

Mozart, Clifford brown, Madonna.

Madonna.

Little bit of everything...

Except that shit.

Oh!

How we doin', corpsman?

About 100 miles east.

We'll be at the village in under two hours.

It was under two hours an hour ago.

Holy shit, a road.

It's shit.

They don't get a lot of traffic around here.

J'eerie middle eastern musicj'

You know something, sarge?

Back in the day, they had big old empires built on agriculture

out here.

Iraq, Iran, Syria, it was all green.

Then, they over—farmed it and it turned to dust.

Clark, did you pay attention in school?

Yes, ma'am.

They had them some good farming out here.

You know what?

I think we ought to give them some of Conrad's cds.

Might be right up their alley.

Now, Conrad, don't worry, they already have 'em.

Don't have food or water but...

No wonder they're pissed off, man,

'cause they used to have the biggest empires in the world...

'Til the fucking gringos showed up and started taking names,

baby.

Fucking domination, bro!

Haha!

I hope these fuckin' villagers are sick and starving 'cause I

need some fuckin' hero points, bro!

Let's get some, baby!

Let's put some fuckin' rounds down range.

Gimme that .50 Cal, bro!

Let's fucking get some contact, bro!

Fuck these humanitarian bullshit missions.

I came here to kill bad guys, I didn't come here to fucking give

out crayons and maps and shit.

Yo, can we get a psych eval for my boy Clark, please?

Gale, when's Clark going home?

I don't know, you're stuck with him for a little while.

You're gonna miss me.

I'm gonna miss you, man.

I'm out on the third.

I'm the best shooter you got, sarge.

I remember when I used to count the days.

Some of us have something to go back to.

You do you, sarge.

Yo, you need to see this picture of Gale's husband.

Gale, can I please show them the picture of your husband?

He's a very beautiful—looking man.

I particularly prefer women, but when I saw this picture,

I started to question those feelings,

and I would love to share this image with the rest of the

gentlemen in this vehicle if you do not mind, Gale.

Please, let me show.

Conrad, take a look at the schnauzer on that—...

He's go the biggest nose I've ever seen!

That's a big nose!

That's a beautiful monument...

Take a look.

Wait, I wanna show Wilson.

Wilson... —be nice.

Look at that nose.

Well, just remember: Cyrano was a great poet.

Oh, my goodness.

Gale, let me tell you something—...

Thank you. —when you come to your senses,

I promise you I will make you the best husband you could ever

ask for. — Oh, wow...

I'll love you forever, through thick and thin,

and I'll better than, uh...

What's his name again?

What's your husband's name again?

Ooh!

Sarge...

Take a look at this.

I think I got something you're gonna like, sarge.

Knife, this is six actual.

How copy?

That's seven minutes, no comms.

This one?

Yeah, play that one.

This one? —yeah, play that.

Okay.

I can fix it, man, just hang on a second.

What the fuck do you think you're doing?

Gimme one second, sarge. —I'm not lighting it.

This one's for you.

Here, right here.

Hand it over. —oh, shit.

What'd I tell you, hm?

Not in my motherfuckin' Humvee.

I didn't light it!

Ooh!

Knife, this is six actual.

How copy?

What are you doing?

Get back up there.

Get your ass back up there!

Dude!

Just leave it!

Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck!

- Fuck! - —Jesus fucking Christ.

Fuck, man, that was a bad one!

Anybody hurt?!

Anybody hurt?

Are we engaging?

- What, what, what?! - —Stay in the Humvee!

Stay in the Humvee.

J'ominous musicj'

Doc, your leg.

Those—— those are my rounds, doc.

Those are my .50 Cal rounds.

Goddamn fuckers, look what they did to my truck.

Fuck, man.

What the fuck cut me? —shit.

Fuck this shit, man.

Shit.

Shit.

Come on.

- What do you see, sarge? - —I can't tell.

Echo III, this is Charlie Lima alfa Romeo

kilo, co juliett alfa Charlie kilo Sierra Oscar...

Doc, your leg is...

Sarge?

Um...

You all right?

Yeah, sarge.

Doc, how's that hand holding up?

I'm not sure if it's my hand or if it's my

shoulder.

We are separated from our convoy,

we do not know our exact location.

Requesting evac, requesting evac.

- How copy? - —His leg's fucked up.

Are you good, doc?

Gale, how far out are we?

Last I checked, we were 50 miles from the gate.

There ain't nothing for us out there.

We have to lay flat.

- Peel it back. - —We'd just melt.

Fuck.

All right, take it easy.

Okay, I got ya.

Here.

Echo III, this is Charlie Lima alfa

- Romeo kilo... - —Sarge, uh...

Doc's leg, it's, uh...

Here, sarge, let me...

Clark, any—— any word?

No, sergeant, I'm not gettin' nothin'.

Keep at it!

I'm on the sat comm, I'm not gettin' shit.

I'm gonna try my cell.

All right...

Come on, fuckin' ring!

Easy peasy, lemon squeezy.

I've got no fuckin' signal, sarge.

I'm trying to—...

Got it?

Uh, yeah, okay.

Sarge, they're gonna come back for us, right?

They're gonna send somebody, right?!

Right now, we can't count on that.

Here, get up there and see if you got eyes on anything.

Doc, your leg is stuck.

It's all right, it's all right, it is—— it's stuck.

See if you can get it out.

I can't get it out, it's...

There's nothing up here, sarge, it's just...

It's—— it's flat for miles; There's no cover.

Oh, fuck!

Contact left!

Contact left!

Contact left, fuck!

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Fuck, fuck!

You got eyes on 'em, Gale?!

I don't know, I don't know!

Fuck!

Fuck, rpg!

- He's got an rpg! - —Jam, sarge!

Sarge, jam!

- Get back up there! - —Sarge, take a jam!

- We'll cover you! - —I got you covered, bro!

Go!

Hit?!

Sarge?!

J'disorienting dronesj'

did it go through?!

There's no blood.

All I could see were muzzle flashes out there, sarge.

I could only make out three shooters,

but from the sound, it could be a whole fuckin' village out

there.

You good?

Keep eyes on that rpg.

There's a live round ready to go in there.

Keep eyes on it.

There's nothin' out there, man!

I think we got 'em!

We have no idea what's out there.

J'ominous musicj'

Hangin' in there, doc?

I'll be all right.

He's going for the rpg!

Fuck!

I got him!

I got him!

There we go, corporal!

They're still going for that rpg!

Sons of bitches.

Where the fuck are they coming from?

The terrain dips over there.

They've got cover.

Corporal, see if there's any hope for this GPS.

Yes, sergeant.

Goddamn.

Shit.

All they need is one shot with that rpg...

And we die.

We gotta get to it first.

That's gotta be 100 yards.

Well, it's more risky just letting it sit out there.

If they wanna get to it so badly,

it's probably the only one they have.

I could shoot the grenade, sergeant.

Detonate it from here.

That's an easy shot; I can make it.

Yeah, I know you can.

But we may need to use it ourselves.

I'll go.

Good.

I'll go with you.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, why are y'all going out there?

Corporal, did you not just hear me?

Well, I know, we wanna get the rpg but, uh...

What happens if they get that?

I mean, you could get contact out there.

What?

You could get contact out there!

What happens if they get that hit off?

What happens?!

I mean, let's just stay in here.

Let's just think for a sec.

What kind of contact do you think we're gonna get if

we stay in here?

Rpg round.

If we blow up that rpg and we sit out here...

Stranded...

What happens?

What are they gonna do?

They're coming.

We hit them first.

You understand that?

Yes, sarge.

Tuck your motherfuckin' nuts up.

Tuck 'em up!

All right?

Yes, sergeant.

Conrad, you cover our asses.

Copy that.

If they start shooting, you give 'em hell.

Y'all keep an eye out that window.

We don't want them surrounding us.

And keep these two in line while I'm gone.

Clark, get on that short—range.

Ready, sarge?

Doc? — Yeah.

Looks clear!

Jesus f—...

I can't see anything up here, Clark.

It's just sand and dust out there!

How's it going out there, sarge?

Clear so far.

How 'bout you?

Just see a lot of sand, sarge, but Conrad's got you on the .50.

50 yards, closing in.

Jesus fuck.

Contact!

I'm going for it!

Fuck, the sand's kicking up!

I lost visual on Gale!

I'm shooting 'em!

You see 'em?!

Fuck, I just hit something!

Sarge, are you good?!

Something just went down, are you good?!

No, no, it's not him!

Light 'em up!

Light 'em up, Conrad!

Laying down some fuckin' fire!

- You see it?! - —Fuck!

I can't hear them!

What are they saying, Clark?!

To the left!

You see 'em?!

I can't now!

I lost 'em, I lost 'em!

You see 'em, Conrad?

I can't see shit up here!

It's just sand out there, Clark!

Conrad, get fuckin' eyes on something!

I can't see shit through my scope!

Ceasefire, Clark!

I can't get visual on them!

Keep lighting 'em up!

Clark, ceasefire, I can't see what we're shooting

at!

Keep lighting 'em up!

You see 'em?!

They're shooting at the rpg!

Get back!

I'm gonna burn 'em!

I got somebody!

I got somebody!

I don't fucking know who it was, though!

I think it was bad guys!

- You hit 'em?! - —Light 'em up, Conrad!

I think I might have shot somebody!

Laying down suppressing fire!

I haven't got a visual!

Sergeant, copy?

Oh, fuck.

Where are they?!

Fuck! — Fuck me!

Fuck!

Sarge, how copy?!

Oh, fuck!

Sarge?!

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Now!

Gale's hurt.

Sarge, sarge, sarge?!

Where'd sarge go?!

What the fuck happened?!

- What the fuck happened? - —Sarge?!

Sarge! —they shot the damn grenade.

What?!

They shot the damn grenade!

Oh, shit!

Jackson, you all right?

Have you been hit?

Shit, you all right? —fuck off.

Breathe.

Here we go.

- Fuck! - —Pressure!

Fuck! — Pressure.

Hold that down. — Fuck!

They shot the grenade.

You mean they got a sniper out there that hit that fucking

grenade?!

That's a good fuckin' shot, man!

Breathe, Gale, breathe.

Oh, shit!

I got it, I got it, I got it.

I got it.

What are we gonna do, sarge?

They've got a fucking sniper!

Sarge, what the fuck are we doin' out here, man?

I mean, they've got a good fuckin' sniper.

What the fuck do you think we're doing?!

I'm saying we're stuck here in a Humvee and—...

This is the safest place for us to be.

Safe, man?!

Look at fucking doc!

Look at Gale, man! —where did that happen?!

- Where did that happen, Clark?! - —Outside.

Outside!

So we're gonna sit our asses in here!

Do you understand me?!

Corporal, do you understand me?!

Yes, sergeant.

Sit your ass back and we're gonna think this through.

Calm down.

Doc...

Can you walk?

Maybe with a brace.

Fucking shit. —doc...

Doc, your leg's broken?

Doc, we're gonna have to find a way to get you out of

there.

We're gonna have to do it nice and gentle because if I

start bleeding too fast, I'm gonna pass out and nobody's

gonna want that, trust me.

Is there a way we could do it without you losing

consciousness?

I mean, we gotta do something 'cause—...

Will let you me worry about it?!

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Hey, Gale?

If things don't work out with your husband...

And things don't work out with my girlfriend,

let's promise each other that we'll take a trip to Paris.

After deployment's done.

We can just go as friends.

Don't make me laugh, it hurts.

J'j'j'

Could I have one?

You think your girlfriend finally cheated on you?

Yo, if she's fucking somebody right now,

I would be so mad.

That would honestly suck so bad.

You should all hydrate.

Doc.

Here.

Sarge.

If I knew my girlfriend was cheating on me right now...

I swear to god, I would go out there guns blazing...

And I'd kill every fucking hajji I saw...

And I'd personally get us out of here.

Clark, I said hydrate.

That's an order.

You can't order me to drink water, sarge.

That'd be like ordering me to take a piss.

I don't give a shit when you piss.

No one's passing out on my watch.

Drink the fucking water.

You know, all this smoking's got me pretty thirsty.

That's more like it.

Doc, you should drink.

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Last days of desert storm, the skies looked like this.

Black and red.

Sky full of fine smoke, everything burning,

no reason.

It's one of the most beautiful, horrible things I'd ever seen in

my life.

Why the hell are we still out here?

Oil.

I got movement, sarge.

How many?

I count five silhouettes.

What are they doing?

Uh...

Looks like they're unarmed and they're just...

Walking around the rpg blast.

They're collecting their dead.

So what are we doing?

Are—— are we just gonna...

Are we just gonna sit here?

Are we engaging?

What do we do, sarge?

No, we let them collect their dead.

We're human.

Fuck, man.

You gotta retain that.

We need a new position.

Now we need a new position.

First, you say we stay in the Humvee.

Now, we're in the Humvee, they're not shooting at us.

Why do we need a new position now?

Corporal...

I was wrong.

I was wrong about keeping us here.

I was wrong about the rpg, we all know that.

And I was wrong about not flying the red flag as soon as we got

separated from the convoy.

That's on me.

But something I know I'm right about is that we need to

decide...

If we can leave this up to chance...

Or choice.

Now, we can wait here 'til after 0600 to see if the convoy

comes...

We can pray that they do...

But all the while, those motherfuckers out there...

Will be coming.

How long do you think it's gonna take them to realize that they

have us?

If the convoy hasn't come at 0600 tomorrow...

We can't wait any longer.

Couple hundred yards in this direction...

Is a Ridge.

If we can make it there, we can pick them off as they come.

They'll move here and they'll use the Humvee for cover.

That means we need to either bring or destroy anything they

can use against us.

Conrad, disable the ma deuce.

Now...

We know they've got at least one good shooter;

that's been proven.

And we can't assume that's it.

It's gonna be risky.

It's gonna be an old—fashion firefight.

Once that's done...

We can start thinking about getting home.

Any questions?

So we're leaving the Humvee?

It's not doing us much good now.

0600 tomorrow.

Fuck, sarge, if we're not out of here by first light,

we're fucking dead.

Doc...

We're gonna have to get you out.

Doc, it's gonna hurt like hell but we gotta yank that

thing out sooner or later.

It's my tibial artery.

The, um...

Sharp edge of the box has punctured my leg and...

Is pressing up against it.

I can...

Feel it pulsing.

So if we...

Take it out abruptly or at the wrong angle...

It will tear the artery and I'll bleed out fairly quickly.

Can we do something to help?

I mean, how do we get you out?

I'm open to suggestions.

The, uh, corner of the ammo box is jammed under the

crossbar.

Only way to get it out now is to yank it,

but you say that's not a good idea, doc?

What we could do is, uh, file that corner down.

Then, we'd be able to slide it out a little more slowly.

It'll take a while but I figure I can do it.

I think it's our only shot.

Well...

That sounds about right, then.

All right, I got...

I got five mags.

I got all my mags, but the .50 Cal's almost done.

I got two.

You trigger—happy motherfucker.

I like killing bad guys.

I got eight full mags.

Thanks, doc.

God bless you, doc.

0600 tomorrow.

Okay.

Let's get you out of there, doc.

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You see anything?

Not yet.

- —Fuck, I got movement! - What?!

Cover my rear!

Fuck!

Come on, go!

Keep going.

Come on, catch up!

Fuck, I can't see shit!

Catch up!

The shots are coming out of nowhere!

I don't know where they're coming from, sarge!

We gotta move now!

You want me to take over, Conrad?!

Fuck!

- Move! - —I can see 'em!

- Can you see 'em, Gale?! - —No, I can't see shit!

Save some of your ammo!

Where are they shooting from?!

I don't know!

I don't know, we can't see anything!

We're going, we going!

Don't unload, don't unload!

Save your ammo!

Five o'clock! —fucking shit!

Should we stop, should we stop?!

Come on!

Where do you see 'em, Gale?!

You got eyes on 'em, Conrad?!

I'm hit!

What'd you say?!

Shit!

My leg!

Conrad, get up!

Ahh, fuck, I'm hit!

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Dear Gale...

We were issued new socks today for the first time in 12 weeks.

Do not mistake my saying so as complaining;

I would not dare complain to you.

But I hope you might rest easier knowing my absence spares you

the detestable smell of my feet.

Now that you're smiling, I will carry on with this letter.

Old Wilson and me have been assigned to a digging detail

with two other younger men from a different unit.

One of them, a Maryland boy, gets on my nerves,

though I think you might find him amusing.

I'm sometimes ashamed of my intolerance towards humorous

types.

And the other boy I like very much.

He has a good heart.

We had to dig in and make ready defenses,

and the task at hand seems too great for just four men.

And my shoulders seem to creak every time I swing the spade and

I worry I am becoming the old soul you always said I was.

That is all for now, Gale.

Please send a flower.

They must be in bloom by now.

Morton.

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The worst part about war is knowing that no

matter how hard you try...

You cannot protect the lives of those around you.

I've never forgotten that night we lost Morton...

And thought that, had I acted differently,

he might've seen his wife again.

It haunts me every day.

And I think of that German,

just a scared boy running from his fate, same as us,

and I wonder if he made it home.

Sometimes, I imagine getting a knock on the door or a letter...

Or meeting him...

That I might silence these restless thoughts and find some

measure of peace.

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I saw movement up there just now!

Doc!

Doc!

Come on, I got you!

I got you!

All right, Conrad?!

Conrad, look at me, look at me.

Clark, I can't—— I can't see anything.

Just—— just go!

Stay with me, stay with me.

Conrad, Conrad!

Let's go!

We're gonna get you out of here, we're gonna get you home!

Gale, Gale, Gale!

Fuck!

This isn't over!

We are gonna make it home!

Sergeant, is this it?!

Is this it?!

J'j'j'

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