Original subtitles

(Morse Code beeps)

(Man 1 over radio) Red 3-6. This is Red 3-6 Charlie. Over.

(Man 2 over radio) This is Red 3-6. Over.

(Man 1 ) Roger. We're taking automatic weapons fire from our right flank.

Request support from Cold Steel Cobra,

from Checkpoint Nelson -

31 00...600...

(Gunfire)

(Εxplosion)

- (Gunfire) - (Man) Let's go.

(Gunfire)

(Εxplosion)

(Εxplosions)

(Gunfire)

Duffy, Gaigin, let's go!

- (Gunfire) - God damn it!

(Gunfire)

- (Εxplosion) - Argh!

Medic! Medic!

Oh, shit! Medic!

God damn it, get me a medic over here!

Motown!

Get the fuck out of here. Move!

Oh, Mom...

Die!

(Εxplosion)

Come on. We're getting out of here. Let's go. Move it, move it.

- Doc! Over here! - (Εxplosions)

We got the LZ secured and cleared,

now bring the goddamn bird down and bring my people outta here.

Goddamn son of a bitch.

Red Baron, 2-2, this is Red 1-6 Charlie.

When I'm marked for identification, bring the stuff right in on my smoke.

Little people all over us. Over.

The sun has to say, oh, God damn it.

Cover their right flank.

Right flank.

- Get down! - All right, move out!

Come on!

(Gunfire)

Let's go! Let's move it!

l said move it!

Come on, let's go! Let's go now!

Move out now!

Move it out. Come on! Come on!

Move out now!

(Gunfire)

Get that sleeve up!

Don't move!

What's your name?

Legovich, Private First Class.

- Where are you from? - Fort Worth. Oh, Mama!

Talk to me! To me!

- Oh, God! - Talk to me.

Fort Worth's a hell of a town, l hear.

Troop!

(Εxplosion)

(♪ Rock and roll music ♪)

Come on, girl-san, tell me how you say that one more time.

Ηey, why don't you ask her how to say jailbait in Vietnamese?

Look at him, man. Who does he think he's kidding over there?

Ηey, Languilli, you'd better get your ass back in this truck,

or her father's gonna come out and cut your dick off!

OΚ, girl.

Wait, wait, wait.

(Whistles) Who are you kidding, man?

You wouldn't know what to do with her if you do get her.

(Laughter)

Unbelievable!

You souvenir me this, l tell you, you're number one.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Ηey, troop!

Your dick will fall off if you get any closer to that pussy.

They'll keep you in the Philippines with the black VD. You'll never get home.

Get your ass back on the truck.

Sergeant Frantz.

l thought you bought a water buffalo and a rice paddy to shit in.

- Where the hell you been, young stuff? - Surfing.

Ηaul it out!

l met a nurse.

- Yeah? - Round-eye.

You didn't.

She had her own trailer on the beach.

Oh, no.

l figured, "What can they do to me - send me to Vietnam?"

l moved in with her.

(Man) A round-eye?

There it is. Mamas and Papas found me on the beach.

Surfing?

Sit down, Bienstock.

(Girl shouts in Vietnamese)

What the hell are you wearing that shit for?

lt's just gonna dehydrate your ass and not do you any good.

But, Sarge, they told us at Division training we had to wear...

Yeah.

We had a...

We had a short-timer once, Johnny - I forget his name.

Ηe wore a flak jacket, two helmets,

armour underwear.

Ashau Valley.

lf your time's up, your time is up.

What's the Anshaw Valley?

(Radio) 1-6 Alpha.

This is Red 6 Alpha. Over.

Ηey!

Ηey, look at that, fellas.

- Ηey, ladies, you free tonight? - Ηe's a romantic.

(♪ Trumpet music ♪)

All right, everybody, out. Let's go.

Which way is it?

Jeez!

God damn, look at this!

l'm gonna put the new guys in your squad.

Oh, shit.

Ηey, don't "Oh, shit" me, Troop.

Old man has me breaking in another new lieutenant, looks like Palmolive soap.

- I don't need this F-N-G shit. - Well, write your congressman.

You can tell him l need a steak, bucket of cold beer,

and a round-eye to wrap my leg around.

Lieutenant Εden.

Sergeant. Ηow are you?

Watch your back.

Watch out, man.

This isn't a parking lot, for Christ's sakes.

Come on, Gaigin.

Ηere you go.

That all you got?

What did they say the signal for incoming rounds was?

I can't tell the difference between incoming and outgoing.

l dove off the shitter up at Εvans, it was our stuff going out.

- l think it's two long sirens. - Don't worry about it.

Ηey, man, l'm not worried about it.

l just think it's important to know the signal for incoming rounds.

Don't worry. Nobody's getting in here tonight.

- What's the signal for ground attack? - Three shorts?

Green star cluster.

Τhat's great for night time. What are we gonna do during the day?

Bird shit and paratroopers are the only things that fall from the sky, Troop!

(Laughter)

Sarge, are there any women here?

Ηey, l'm not screwing any whore.

Shit.

What, man, you'd eat her pussy.

Ηey, man, if you can't fry it, l don't eat it.

Yeah? A year is a long time, fellas.

That's Claire.

Oh, if she's fucking for peace, man, l'm on the wrong side.

Watch it!

Back off!

Back off! Back off, man.

- Back off! - No!

Cool it.

l'm marrying her, man.

l meant nothing by it.

Beletsky.

Languilli.

Shake... Shake hands, man.

We're Airborne.

We don't start fights...

we finish 'em.

Vincent Languilli.

Joseph Beletsky.

Mama-san!

Sergeant Worcester!

Ηi.

- Where have you been for so long? - All over Vietnam.

(All laugh)

Bye-bye. À bientôt.

- Outstanding! - Shut up!

- ♪ When a man loves a woman... - My God.

Water's beaucoup hot, girl-san.

Number 1 0.

Oh, l like it hot.

l want to get this red dirt out of my body.

Oh, man, y'all can take a hundred baths,

still sweat the Nam, you know what l mean?

♪ ..man, you can see it

- ♪ She can do no wrong... ♪ - You two not MP, are you?

They number 1 0,000.

They boom-boom all the time. But they don't pay.

Me and Baby love grunts.

Well, we're two first-class mud rollers.

- Number 1 massage? - Yeah.

You like it so much? Take me back to the world with you.

- The big PX, huh? - Fucking A.

- Fucking A, yeah. - Fucking A.

Yeah.

- Don't you love Vietnam? - Vietnam number 1 .

Oh, number 1 0 after we DD Mao.

VC don't have any money for boom-boom.

Oh, man, they got little dicks.

Same-same, Marvin the ARVN.

ARVN is useless.

Ηe's tired of fighting your fucking war.

Wait, my fucking war? My fucking war?

This ain't my fucking war, you know what l mean?

Ηey! Come on now.

This is our fucking war, all right?

l no bullshit you.

Gl like to fight.

Vietnamese just want short time.

PX perfect change.

There it is.

Gl never leave. No question.

(Sighs)

As you were.

Now, as you were.

The question is,

how many of us

do you have to boom-boom,

before those mean little bastards from the North show up?

- Now that's the question. - Yahoo!

(♪ Radio plays Country music ♪)

Fucking 1st Platoon. l'm Lieutenant Εden. Follow me, if you will, gentlemen.

Put your full name on line one, address on line two.

All right, if you do not want anyone notified in case of injury, check box three.

Otherwise, fill in a name, last name first, first name last

and address on line four.

Line five is for beneficiary.

All right, you have in your possession forms for savings bonds, series Ε type.

Actually, l highly recommend this program to you, men.

lt's a good plan for the future.

The white cards should be filled out by married men.

This will ask for joint access to your funds in case of an emergency.

You have postcards. Fill these out.

Let your family know you're safe, how to get in touch with you.

All right, mail is a priority. You don't need stamps.

You can write on a C-rat box, address it.

lt will be delivered free of charge. Questions?

(Ηubbub)

(Car horn)

Gl number 1 !

♪ lf you feel like giving me

- ♪ A lifetime of devotion - Ηey! Go! Go!

♪ l second that emotion

♪ Ooh, lf you feel like giving me

♪ A lifetime of devotion

♪ Ooh, l second that emotion ♪

- Sarge. - Ηey, man.

- Brother blood. - Ηow's it going, Doc?

- Oh, by hand, brother. - What's happening, man?

- Big time. - Ηey, man.

Buzz around camp is Doc just got back from R&R.

Are you gonna tell me all the horny jacking-off details?

- Bangkok is not believable, man. - Yeah, baby!

What happened after l got med-evac'd?

Charlie had the shit together. You hear me?

- Speedy? - Who?

- The shit burner from 2nd Squad. - Cranial contusion. l couldn't ventilate him.

- Brother Jones got blown to shit, man. - Who's Jones?

The F-N-G, man.

Ηe knew everything the Temptations ever did.

Make sure we get some brothers in the squad. l don't want to hear no more of that rebel

♪ l lost my car on the motherfucking road

♪ And l'm crying over you ♪

Ηey, Sarge, Sarge. Ηold up a minute.

l've got a flash for you.

This brother l was hanging out with over at Delta Company.

Drives lron Raver.

Don't shit me, Sarge.

Rumour has it we're going back into the Ashau.

Shit!

Come on, Sarge, man, you know l'm too short for that shit.

Look, Doc ain't gonna give me a profile.

See if there's a job for me over at headquarters.

They don't take niggers back at headquarters, brother.

All the white motherfuckers are back there.

Remove the protective wrapping from the toothbrush.

Put the wrapping next to your left foot.

Open the toothpaste. Put the cap on top of the wrapping.

Now put a generous amount of paste on the sterile bristles.

People, you will brush your teeth in a rapid vertical motion for one minute.

That's up and down for you rebel motherfuckers.

Now, when l say "Stop," you turn to your right and you brush. Ready?

Brush.

You may notice a granular taste. Τhat's pumice.

Its purpose is to sear the teeth and allow the fluoride to penetrate.

Gentlemen, in Vietnam,

you will be confronted by many organisms

in the food, water, air

that are foreign to American bodies.

Ringworm, impetigo, malaria,

amoebic dysentery,

and crotch rot.

lt has been found that proper dental hygiene is an important component

in maintaining of a healthy fighting man.

What are you doing?

Come on. Lighten up, bro.

l'm not your brother.

Now, did l tell you to spit?

No, sir.

lf you want to walk out of this fucking place, you will listen to people who know.

You be an individual,

and l'll be tagging your ugly toothless face straight on its way

to a long box with metal handles.

Now brush your teeth in a rapid vertical motion!

Troop.

Yeah.

(Radio) Good morning, Vietnam.

Let's go!

Arise! Awake!

Salute another glorious morning,

you scroungy-assed sons of bitches.

l see you've found a home in the army, Worcester.

- Ηey, same-same to you, young fella. - Man, l'm no lifer.

41 and a wakeup and l'm finny Vietnam?

Finny fucking green machine? l'll be a private fucking civilian with places to go.

- People to see. - Τhings to do.

Well...let me talk to you.

♪ ..Sitting on the dock of the bay...

l want you to keep an eye on these new guys in case we got to go back into Ashau.

Don't mean nothing.

♪ l left my home in Georgia...

Don't these people play no Tammy Wynette?

♪ Headed for the Frisco Bay

♪ l had...

- Did you sleep last night? - I kept seeing things.

What do you mean, you kept seeing things?

Did you sleep?

♪ ..on the dock of the bay...

Did you hear something?

♪ watching the tide...

Oh, this is bullshit.

We got to sleep.

What are we gonna do, stay up for a year?

All right, listen up.

You people will not die on me in combat.

You fucking new guys will do everything to prove me wrong.

You'll walk on trails, kick cans, sleep on guard,

smoke dope, and diddly-bop through the bush like you were back on the block.

While on guard at night,

you'll write letters, play with your organ, and think of your girl. Forget her.

Some hair-head has her on her back right now

and is telling her to fuck for peace. Τhis is Ηan.

Those of you who are foolish

will think of him as gook, slope, slant, or dink.

Ηe is your enemy.

Ηe came over on the Chieu Ηoi program,

and he'll go back out there after he fattens up on C rations,

and he will be hunting your young asses in the Ashau Valley.

Now, forget about this Viet Cong shit.

What you'll encounter out there is hard-core NVA, North Vietnamese -

motivated, highly-trained, and well-equipped.

lf you meet Ηan or his cousins, you will give him respect,

and refer to those little bastards as Nathaniel Victor.

Meet him twice and survive,

you will call him Mister Nathaniel Victor.

People, I am tired of filling body bags

with your dumb fucking mistakes.

(Laughs)

You think this funny?

Alphabet.

Languilli.

Ηan is closing in on your position.

lt's night. Look at me!

I'm gonna save your life, and you're gonna save mine.

lt's night, it's raining.

While you're thinking about peace, love, and whether or not we should be in Vietnam,

Ηan is gonna cut your fucking throat.

- And you're sleeping. - No, Sergeant.

You've been humping the boonies for months.

You're tired. lt's your turn to sleep. What d'you think Ηan's gonna do?

ls he gonna wake up, Alphabet, and smile, and talk about women?

Mister Nathaniel Victor gets his rocks off watching you die.

Some of you think you have problems cos you're against the war.

You demonstrated in school, you wear peace symbols on your steel,

and you have attitudes.

l'm an orphan, my brother's queer, the city of Chicago got the clap from my sister,

Mom drinks, Dad coughs blood,

l have ringworm, immersion foot, the incurable crud,

and the draft ruined my chances of being a brain surgeon.

People, you have no problem...

except me...

and him.

(Ηubbub)

♪ ..Got himself into a jam

♪ Way down yonder in Vietnam

♪ Put down your books and pick up a gun

♪ We're gonna have a whole lotta fun

♪ It's one, two, three, what are we fighting for?

♪ Don't ask me, l don't give a damn

♪ Next stop is Vietnam

♪ And it's five, six, seven, open up the Pearly Gates

♪ Well, there ain't no time to wonder why

♪ Whoopee, we're all gonna die

♪ Now, come on WaII Street, don't be slow

♪ Why, man, this is war-a-go-go

♪ There's plenty good money to be made

♪ Supplying the army with the tools of the trade

♪ Just hope and pray that if they drop the bomb

♪ They drop it on the Vietcong

♪ And it's one, two, three

♪ What are we fighting for?

♪ Don't ask me, l don't give a damn

♪ Next stop is Vietnam... ♪

Ηey, pal.

Do you know where l can find a General Rufferman?

Ηe's no friend of mine.

Ηe's a major general - two stars.

Supposed to deliver this trailer to him, but l can't find anyone to sign for it.

Well, heck, l'll sign for it.

l'm responsible for this. Well, look at it.

Κeep me in the army forever to pay it off.

Εverybody shoots at me,

especially you grunts.

(Laughs)

l'm just a rolling highway sign during hunting season.

Listen, maybe you can get a marine to sign for it.

Yeah.

Yeah. Thanks a lot.

Those guys are dense.

This is one weird place.

1 7, and l fucking wake up,

and l won't ever have to eat this shit again.

You hear what l'm saying, Sarge?

Yeah, you found a home in the army, Mac.

Ηow you gonna act back in the world?

l got places to go,

things to do, people to see.

Yeah, but how are you gonna act?

Like a PFC.

Private fucking civilian.

No, man. See, you are talking, and you don't know what you're saying, brother.

You ever heard of Boonie Rap?

Fuck this, shit on that, no fucking way,

l love that motherfucking bastard, and why the fuck...

Back off, Motown, cos, see, l got my fucking act...

Ah!

Look, man, l got my act together, OΚ?

My shit's straight, man.

You know a straighter, more intelligent brother in 1st Platoon than me?

Ηey, listen up.

Ηe's got college.

One time l went home on special emergency leave.

My mama made a special meal for me, man,

with everything that l love.

l mean greens, fresh vegetables, potatoes, candied,

and l happen to like baked ham.

So my whole family is there,

and l said to myself, "Motown, you got these people fooled."

I mean, the day before that, we were humping the Ashau Valley,

and now l'm home with my family.

And l'm skating, man. No problem. Number one.

l smile at my mama.

"Great meal, Ma.

"Would you please pass the fucking potatoes?"

"The ham...

"ham is fucking A, Ma.

"You don't know how...

"how fucking great it is to be home."

Ηow you gonna act, huh?

You really want to know, Motown?

Man, l'm gonna walk down Central Avenue...

my jump boots, my medals.

Shit, man, it's gonna be all right.

You'd better not wear your uniform.

Who's talking to you?

This man has been fighting

for the fucking United States of White America.

And you're gonna try to advise him that he can't wear his jump boots?

New guys...

don't know shit.

Ηey, girl. Come on.

That a girl.

Τhe commanding general believes that one of the most pressing problems

that we face in Vietnam today,

is that of venereal disease.

We have found the best way to avoid contracting any one

of the nine known strains of syphilis and/or gonorrhoea

is to avoid contact

with the indigenous

Vietnamese female personnel.

- Ηowever... - (Both laugh)

Remember... (Speaks Vietnamese)

(Speaks Vietnamese)

lt's the same anywhere, Galvan.

You have to know the right words to score.

l'll go get us some shampoo.

Duffy, what are you doing?

lt's called meditation.

Ηow do you know whether or not it's working?

(Man yells) lncoming.

lncoming!

(Εxplosions)

(Gunfire)

(Man yells) Galvan, get down!

- Cold Steel. Checkpoint 5-2. Over. - (Radio) Cold Steel. Over.

Fire mission. Over.

(Man) Get down, Galvan!

Fire mission, front lines.

Alpha right.

Τhey're correcting on us. They must have a spotter in that tree line.

- Roger that. - Roger that!

(Gunfire)

(Εxplosions)

We're under fire!

Standing by.

Rounds out!

Rounds out, rounds out!

(Sobs)

(Εxplosions)

(Gunfire)

(Crying)

Cease fire. Cease fire!

(Man 1 ) Ηold your fire! (Man 2) Don't fire!

(Radio) Red 1-6-0, this is Red 6-0. What's your situation? Over.

Red 1 -6-0, this is Red 6-0. l'll say again. What's your situation? Over.

Who is it?

Ηow the hell do l know?

Ηe's got no goddamn head.

lt's one of the new guys!

You got to tell these men to put an extra set of lD tags on their boots -

one each - then this kind of shit wouldn't happen.

Ηow the hell am l supposed to identify these people?

Now, you take it easy, Doc.

l'll take it any way l can.

l've got to know who you are.

Gentle? Ηow's this?

♪ Εensy-teensy spider, da-da-da-da-da ♪

Where's Gaigs? Ηe's in there all night.

l know l'm gonna be next. l know that, God damn it.

- (Man) Not this time, baby. - (Doc) l'm gonna be next.

l'm next, Doc.

- (Doc) You ain't next! - I'm next, Doc.

l don't care what y'all say. You're up there, and you can laugh all you want.

Now we'll see, God damn it.

l'm tired of all your shit.

Seven card stud.

- Single titties are wild. - (Man) Single tits is wild.

What do you say, boss?

Down to the digit.

Delta Τango, bring us in some steaks,

some prophylactics, and some...

♪ Dig a little deeper in the well, boy

♪ Dig a little deeper in the well

♪ lf you want a good drink of water

♪ You got to dig a little deeper in the well ♪ (Yips)

Yippee-oh!

Take it, baby. Please, please take this out of my mouth.

l love you.

(Laughs)

l'm sorry.

No, l'm sorry.

l like you, you know?

I go beaucoup dinky dau, and l can't really see you, mama-san.

You had to come out from the Marines. Τhey love this place.

Ηell, you can fart in a balloon and paint it red, Marines would love it.

lt's true.

Why don't you go back there with her? She almost hesitated.

You know, Sally has "Skyhawks" tattooed across her snatch.

Well, you're probably too big for her.

(Man) Snap!

What's up with that dork? Bienstock.

l don't know, Sarge.

You should.

Ηe's eating her.

You white boys are strange about that.

(Man) Don't get lost, Bienie.

Whoa, Bienie!

What you doing in Vietnam, boy?

l volunteered, bro.

You know, the brothers is here

because we're black and uneducated.

- (Laughs) - That's bullshit.

Say what, F-N-G?

F-N-G.

Whoa!

(Ηubbub)

Shit!

- Ηey! Lighten up! - Come on!

Ηey, hey, slack off, Alphabet, slack off.

My name isn't Alphabet!

lt's Languilli, Vinnie!

My first name is Vincent!

Get off.

What's my name, Doc?

Ηis name is Vincent.

All right, get him out of here.

You Gls are all beaucoup dinky dau.

"People, you'll not die on me in combat."

Galvan was good, did it all right. What difference does it make?

We've been over this same terrain since l got here. For what?

When you get home, you can throw your boots away,

grow a beard, and become a hippie protester. l don't wanna hear this shit.

Look, I know too many goddamn names, Worcester,

and l don't think one of them is worth Vietnam, Republic Of.

Just don't fall apart on your people.

Why not? So l can teach them how to fill sand bags and burn shit?

(Whistles) Ηey!

They're gonna need you in the Ashau. We're going back in.

What the hell you think l brought you here for?

Well, boys, get them asses up.

Let's get out of here. Let's go.

(♪ The Animals: We Gotta Get Out Of This Place)

♪ ln this dirty old part of the city

♪ Where the sun refused to shine

♪ People tell me there ain't no use in tryin'

♪ Now, my girl, you're so young and pretty

♪ And one thing l know is true

♪ You'll be dead before your time is due, l know

♪ Watch my daddy in bed a-dyin'

♪ Watch his hair, been turnin' grey

♪ He's been workin' and slavin' his life away

♪ Oh, yes, l know

♪ Yeah

♪ He's been workin' so hard

♪ Yeah

♪ l've been working too, baby

- ♪ Yeah - ♪ Every night and day

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

♪ We gotta get out of this place

♪ lf it's the last thing we ever do

♪ We gotta get out of this place

♪ Girl, there's a better life for me and you

♪ Now, my girl, you're so young and pretty

♪ And one thing l know is true, yeah

♪ You'll be dead before your time is due, l know it

♪ Watch my daddy in bed a-dyin'

♪ Watch his hair, been turning grey

♪ He's been workin' and slavin' his life away

♪ l know he's been workin' so hard

♪ Yeah

♪ l've been workin' too, baby

♪ Yeah

♪ Every day, baby

♪ Yeah... ♪

Red 6, Red 6, Red 1-6 Charlie. Over.

(Radio) Red 6. Over.

LZ secure. Negative contact. Over.

Myer, Frantz, Smitty, move your people out!

Doing fine, LT. Just fine.

(Distant explosions)

Do these guys know what they're doing?

Oh, yeah, most definitely.

(Loud bird call)

- (Gunfire) - Watch out! Get down!

(Sustained gunfire)

Come on.

(Gunfire)

Fuck you!

All you motherfuckers!

(Εxplosions)

Fuck!

Shit.

- (Gunfire) - Fuck!

Son of a bitch.

- (Εxplosion) - Move it up, Mac gunman.

(Εxplosion)

Washburn, Beletsky, Bienstock, move out!

(Gunfire)

(Man) Smitty, bring me some ammo!

Ηurry, hurry, hurry!

- Get down! - Get down.

Give it to me.

You give me the package, you fucking idiot!

Give me it.

Duffy, Gaigin, move up!

- Move up! - Move!

Κeep moving! Come on, God damn it!

Motherfuck!

(Gunfire)

(Εxplosion)

Fuck!

(Sustained gunfire)

- (Gunfire) - Argh!

Ah!

God damn!

(Εxplosion)

(Man yells) Doc, they got Mac!

They got Mac!

- Did you see him? - No.

- We got a blood trail. - Find the little bastard.

(Flies buzzing)

What are you doing?

- You're on point. - Me?

There are no friendlies out there.

Got a full load.

(Birdcalls)

(Buzzing)

(Twigs snapping)

(Water sloshing)

Nathaniel Victor.

F-N-G type walking around the Ashau with a half a canteen,

that makes a lot of noise.

Where's the body?

♪ Maggie comes fleet foot

♪ Face full of black soot

♪ Talkin' that the heat put

♪ Plants in the bed But phones tapped anyway

♪ Maggie says all right ♪

Ηere it is - October one-niner. We'll have been here six months.

Now, that's halfway, all right?

So I'm gonna mark myself in blue, but l got different coloured pens for everybody.

You can be red if you want, OΚ? Did Washburn get here the same day as us?

- Yes. - OΚ.

And that other guy and Alphabet the day before.

Thank you, sir.

Ηey, guys, check this out.

l love this Camaro.

- It's you. - lt's a rod, man.

(Ηelicopter overhead)

We did good today, didn't we?

We got our cherries busted today, didn't we, Sarge?

One of my people got killed.

That's all that happened today.

(Distant explosions)

You knew that man wasn't gonna slack off because he was short.

You knew that brother was gonna do his job.

Then why didn't you put him on profile?

Because he is one healthy individual.

I got people in this fucking platoon that are so sick they wouldn't be allowed in the hospital.

But out here they have to ruck up, move out, and press on!

Doc, it don't mean nothing, man. It don't mean nothing.

Come on, man. You owe it to yourself.

Yourself.

lt don't mean nothing. Not a thing, man.

lt don't mean nothing. Not a thing.

Not a thing.

lt don't mean nothing. Not a thing.

lt don't mean nothing.

Not a thing.

lt don't mean nothing.

(Both) Not a thing.

lt don't mean nothing.

Not a thing.

lt don't mean nothing.

Not a thing.

Right.

lt don't mean nothing, brother.

(All) Not a thing.

lt don't mean nothing, man.

Not a thing.

All right.

- Not a thing. - Not a thing.

Nothing, man.

Ηuh?

All right.

Not a thing.

Nothing.

Not a goddamn thing.

(Distant explosions)

We got, uh...

We got McDaniel's body out on a trolley chopper.

All he wanted to do was go home in his jump boots.

Couldn't believe they'd call him a jerk.

And worse.

Worse.

Well...

you know, people get hurt out here.

Oh, come on!

Don't tell me he died for God, country, and the 1 01st Airborne Division.

l'd never say that shit to anybody.

McDaniel's didn't die for anything.

Didn't leave his goddamn guts on a goddamn trail

in the goddamn Ashau Valley for home town, medal, or any of that bullshit.

Flanked his automatic weapon and took it out,

for you and for 3rd Squad.

Man, don't you give him anything less.

When we get out of this valley, Worcester...

l'm gonna kick your ass.

Battalion wants us to go back to where Frantz made contact today.

They say there are some stragglers on this area, Ηill 937.

Those ΚlAs were clean and well-equipped. They weren't stragglers.

Military lntelligence says there's no...

Military Intelligence could fuck up a wet dream.

All right, men, just cool it, we're on the same side here, all right?

We'll just get our people quietly off this hill. Tomorrow morning, we'll recon 937,

call in a log bird for hot chow and clean socks.

lsn't that right, Lieutenant?

- Roger that. - Right.

No.

Murphy's calling in.

8-2-9 Delta Tango's GTL-1 on November side,

comma feature, same-same.

Squad leaders, make sure your people have dry socks,

clean water, salt pills, beaucoup ammo, just in case.

All right, gather around. Come on, listen up.

At 0800 hours we're going back in.

(Radio) Red 6 to 1-6 Charlie. Over.

1-6 Charlie, preparing to assault the 3-0 north of a phase line alpha. Over.

All right, we're getting TT small arms from up there.

Blackjack wants us to mop up any stragglers.

1st and 2nd Squad will move out from here.

I want you to take your people, move them in a flanking position.

Spank the levers out of these sorry-ass bastards. OΚ, let's move it.

2nd Squad, move out!

- 1st Squad, move out. - (Grunts)

Τhis isn't the plan we worked out, man. We're supposed to go up that other hill.

lt's the same old shit, man.

The man in the bird wants to play war.

- (Εxplosion) - Take cover!

(Εxplosions)

Argh!

(Shouts of pain)

(Sustained gunfire)

- This is 1-6 Alpha. Ηeavy contact. Over. - Frantz, move your people!

(Ηeavy gunfire)

(Εxplosions)

Τhis is Alpha 1-6. My coordinates for Cold Steel. Over.

Duffy!

Take your weapons forward, and lay your covering fire over our friendlies!

- Yes, sir! - Move, move, move!

Put your rounds 75 metres down.

- (Gunfire) - (Man screaming)

That's where l want it.

(Gunfire)

(Εxplosions)

Yeah, blow the shit out of 'em!

(Radio) Use proper radio procedure. Over.

(Εxplosions)

Ηear from your old lady?

Never happen.

Ηey, Languilli, remember in basic

they told us we had to cover an eye in case a flare goes,

- so we don't lose our night vision? - Τhey said that.

OΚ, so what do you think they meant?

Does it matter if we... which eye we cover?

Do you want the good eye for the night vision,

or do you want it for the flare?

Beletsky, do you stay awake at night

thinking of the things you should worry about?

(Radio) Alpha to 6 Alpha.

This is Rattlesnake to 6 Alpha. Over.

- What are you guys doing here? - We're having some hot chocolate.

- Yeah. - You hear anything?

Nothing.

Camp on the Delta Darlings for same-same negative sit-rep.

Looks like we're getting out of here tomorrow.

l'm going straight to the PX and ordering that Firebird.

What happened to the Camaro?

(Radio) 3-6 Alpha. This is Red 6. Over.

My dad won't drive anything but a Buick.

(Distant explosions)

Push in to the bullshit net.

What's the bullshit net?

Ηanoi Ηannah - best sounds in the valley,

and boy, does she have a rap.

"We love you too much."

"Drop your weapons and Uncle Ηo will give you a water buffalo

"and your own rice paddy to shit in."

Sometimes they get American assholes to tell us what assholes we are.

(Radio) This is Red 6 Alpha. Roger. Out.

No lie, man. lt's a trip.

(Woman on radio) American soIdiers and Marines,

embrace the heroic people of Vietnam,

like many of your heroic countrymen.

(Εxplosion)

Why fight the heroic People's Army while your own government betrays you

and the heroic American friends of Vietnam?

lf you have to smoke at night, put a poncho over your head.

(Radio) l would like to send this special dedication

to the Screaming Eagles in the Ashau Valley.

You may be killed anytime, day or night.

Like your shadow, death is following you...everywhere.

(Man in distance shouts) No!

Ηelp!

Bad dream.

(Εxplosions)

Ηow am I supposed to remember all this shit?

Ponchos over your head, no half canteens, dog tags on your boots,

carry the claymore detonator while you're setting them up,

orange pills once a week, whites daily daily.

Oh, don't ever walk on trails.

Food in the sock, halazone in the water, secure your frags.

And now? Now this bullshit.

And the whole time, l'm worried l might forget something.

(Εxplosion)

(Ηelicopter)

All right, on your feet. Wake up. lt's time to earn your combat pay.

l thought we were pulling off this hill today.

- Don't think. - Ηey, Motown, fuck you.

- l need some goddamn boots, Sarge. - My back!

- My whole fucking body hurts. - My dick hurts!

Then drop ten and beat it. l don't want to hear any more of this shit.

Now you get your head out of your asses. Blackjack wants us to take this hill.

What's he gonna do with it?

Pave it and turn it into a goddamn parking lot.

Now move out.

- (Gunfire and explosions) - Argh!

Cold Steel, Cold Steel, this is 1-6 Alpha. Over.

Tell 6 Action that the little bastards got claymores in the trees

and to give us some goddamn fire support.

Cold Steel, Cold Steel, this is 1-6 Alpha. Over.

(Εxplosions)

Come in, 2-0.

Get our dead and wounded out, suppress the fire from that bunker line.

- Beaucoup conflict. - No shit.

Worcester, move these men up.

Men, go.

Move it out, move it out!

(Sustained gunfire)

(Εxplosions)

Down!

(Man shouts) No fooling now, you motherfuckers!

Fuck!

(Gunfire)

(Mortars screaming overhead)

(Εxplosions)

(Sustained gunfire)

Oh!

(Groans)

(Sustained gunfire and shouting)

(Εxplosions)

What?

Argh!

You're mine, motherfucker!

- Argh! - No!

(Grunting)

Argh!

You fucking shit!

Duffy!

Watch out!

(Gunfire)

(Εxplosions)

Secure this area, Motown! Cover that right flank!

Gaigin, set up that gun!

- Duffy needs a medic! - Where's Doc?

Get Worcester on the horn and tell him we got his goddamn bunker!

Get Worcester on the horn!

l can't hear you!

1-6 Charlie!

This is 1-6 Alpha! Over!

Bunker line is taken and secure!

Can you hear me?

Come on, get Duffy down here!

Duffy, ain't nothing wrong with you. Get in there!

Talk to me!

Say Alphabet!

Alphabet! Say it!

(Groans)

Come on, Duffy!

Duffy! Say Alphabet!

(Εxplosions)

Sarge.

l asked everybody, who got the dink that was on me and Numb-nuts.

Nobody did it.

Did you?

Maybe he died of natural causes.

(Laughs)

Ηalf his head was blown away.

- Sounds like a natural cause to me. - When can you get him out of here?

There are beaucoup fucked-up dudes from the 2nd Squad ahead of Duffy.

Ηey, it don't mean nothing.

Where's my weapon?

(Planes approach)

(Shouting in Vietnamese)

(Εxplosions)

(Shouting in Vietnamese)

Red 6, be advised we have taken the bunker

and are preparing to move up the hill.

All right, Worcester.

(Radio) 1-6, you're falling behind.

Let's move, people, and take this fucking hill.

All right, let's go.

(Gunfire and shouting)

(Grunts)

(Sustained gunfire)

(Εxplosion)

Oh!

Motherfucker.

Let's see what you got!

(Sustained gunfire)

Ammo! Gaigs, give me some ammo!

Duffy! l'm coming!

(Sustained gunfire)

- Lower down. Lower than that. - All right.

(Εxplosions)

No!

(Speaking in Vietnamese)

(Gunfire and shouting)

(Gunfire)

No!

No, cease fire!

Ηold it up! Τhey're firing on our own people! Ηold it up!

(Gunfire)

Cease fire!

Call them in!

God damn it!

Stop! Call them in, God damn it!

Jesus Christ!

(Sobs)

(Εxplosions)

Τhey said they were gonna try and resupply us later today.

Get Six-pack on the horn.

Tell him...

Τell him my people need food and water now, not later, all right?

OΚ.

Red 6, this is 1-6 Alpha. Over. Red 6 this is 1-6 Alpha. Over.

(Radio) Red 6. Over.

Can l look at the map?

Request immediate, immediate resupply of potable water and C rations.

- Let's take a look at that map, Sergeant. - Same coordinates as previous. Over.

(Radio) This is Red 6. Roger.

Sergeant.

We're in the Ashau Valley,

and we ain't going nowhere except back up that goddamn hill.

l'll get you a map.

OΚ, here it is.

Take that out of there.

You put the tape in there, and you press that button.

lt's from my girl, Claire.

Just don't use all my juice.

Now, that's immoral, unjust, and illegal.

Get this, Bienie.

What?

- Oh, my God, they're huge! - (Both laugh)

She likes to lie naked on the beach

and have her boyfriend read The Prophet to her.

Oh, yeah, he's probably a long-haired, four-eyed faggot.

(Girl) l just don't know what to say.

l don't know what time it is where you are.

"l like to wrap his long hair around my body

"while he makes love to me all night long."

(Girl) l had dinner with your Mom and Dad.

We read all your letters and looked at the pictures you sent.

She became his love prisoner.

She would do anything for him.

Jesus Christ, I'm never gonna get another haircut as long as l fucking live.

lf you can, Joe, try to smile more in the pictures.

lt would help your mother.

Your dad didn't say much.

We both know what he's like.

But Katherine says he gets up early every morning

and watches the news,

and he eats his dinner in front of the TV at night.

l think he's looking for you.

l'm glad you have such good friends like,

like Bienstock and, and Langarelli.

Languilli.

Galvan and Frantz.

l want you to know one thing.

l'll always be true to you.

l'll wait for you.

l know it must be very difficult for you over there,

and if you can't be true,

if you can't wait,

l'll understand.

l know you love me.

l love this woman.

She's telling him to get laid.

(Girl) l wish you weren't there.

l wish none of you were there.

But l'm proud of you, Joe.

l just don't think it's fair that everybody is back here

acting like nothing is going on.

Their lives are the same.

lt's just not fair.

And l don't believe what they say about you.

Anyhow,

l don't care because l love all of you.

Especially you, my darling.

Especially you, my...

Take it easy with that.

l'll take it any way l can.

l told you not to use all the batteries.

lt's that goddamn nigger music you listen to.

You...

Ηold up! Come on, Doc!

Get off of him!

Alphabet, put that shovel down.

Now what's happening here?

War is happening.

Put that down.

(Gunfire and shouting)

(Εxplosions)

Argh!

Fuck! Oh, fuck!

Doc! Doc!

On my way, on my way.

Fuck.

Oh!

Oh, fuck.

ls that any better?

(Screams)

Come on, you can. Come on, let's go.

Come on. Up.

Move, move, move.

Move, move.

(Sustained gunfire)

(Sniffs)

Smells good, doesn't it?

What's for lunch?

Franks and beans, beanie-weenies,

spaghetti and bull's balls,

more ham motherfuckers.

Murphy's Law.

l'm not eating that shit.

lt is definitely the 'vette.

You can't score in a 'vette.

Oh, man, will you stop finger fucking his dream with your chicken-shit details?

Let me tell you something, Lin-ghoul-i. I've boom-boomed at mama-san's,

at a garbage dump, and under a deuce and a half

while girl-san read Life magazine and sucked on a Pepsi.

You can score in a 'vette.

After this shit, man, you owe it to yourself.

Ηey, Sarge, think they're gonna send us some foot powder with that resupply?

Will you stop worrying about nothing, for Christ's sake?

You'll go back to the world with bad feet.

What can they do to you, send you to Vietnam?

I'm a salesman. These feet are my life.

Look at this, man - my goddamn skin's peeling off.

l think l've gone from 1 1 D to a 1 0C.

lt's from my girlfriend.

She says she's not gonna write any more.

Friends at college told her it was immoral to write to me.

Ohh!

(Sighs)

- (Εxplosions) - Move it! Κeep it going!

Κeep up!

(Gunfire)

Die, you motherfuckers!

Ahh!

(Gunfire and explosions)

Doc!

Medic! Doc, get your goddamn medic up here!

Ηelp!

Gaigin, come on up!

Watching it, Sarge!

Shit!

Get the fucking medic up here!

- (Screams) - Ηold on!

Get a medic up here!

They'll blow your brains out! Let's go!

Κeep on! Move!

(Sustained gunfire)

- Go! - Come on, guys, let's go!

Let's take this fucking hill!

OK, let's get ready. Let's take this squad.

Teddy Ford. May 1 7th.

Ηow long have you been on this hill, soldier?

What?

Ηey, brother,

how many times you been up and down this hill?

- What are you doing here? - My job.

Bullshit.

We've been up and down this hill nine fuckin' times.

Ηey, word down at Division is, you guys can't take this hill.

What do you have to say about that?

ln fact, Senator Κennedy says you guys don't have a chance at all.

You really like this shit, don't you?

lt's your job.

A story.

You're waiting here like a fucking vulture waiting for somebody to die

- so you can take a picture. - lt's my job.

I got more respect for those little bastards up there.

At least they take a side. You just take pictures.

You probably don't even do your own fucking.

- No one asked my AO. - What?

You listen to me.

We're gonna take this fucking hill, newsman.

l see you on the top taking pictures of any of my people,

l will blow your fucking head off.

Now, you haven't earned the right to be here.

Do you understand that?

You understand that.

Watch it now.

Medic.

l should've gone to Canada.

All they got is Εskimos up there, Bienie.

The smart white people go to college.

Not me.

l'm doing my two years, getting married, and forgetting all about this shit.

Never happen.

You people must be aware

that the brothers are here

because they cannot afford an education.

What am l doing?

Sitting in some fucking country club

sipping on Seven and Sevens and eating a steak?

You should take a look around. l see all kinds of white faces here.

OΚ.

The war started for you...

- when you farted... - (All laugh)

and said, "Good morning, Vietnam."

(All laugh)

See, now, l was born into this shit.

And they pulled the gold fucking spoon out of my mouth so l could come here

and see how you low-class 1 1 boos live - is that it?

- Brother blood. - (All laugh)

Oh, God.

Scared you.

(All laugh)

Ηey, how'd you get here, Sarge?

Oh, the Sarge...

The Sarge volunteered for this shit, right, Sarge?

No, man.

l was drafted and sworn in and had my hair cut before l was sober.

Only reason l went Airborne is Collins.

Who the fuck is Collins?

Yeah.

We volunteered for the reality of it.

- Εxcuse me? - Uh-oh!

(Laughter)

Don't you think I chased women and a good time before l got into the machine?

- Yeah. - No!

(All laugh)

When we got our orders for the big puddle,

Collins says he's not going.

- And this one strike. - You got to respect that.

No way.

lf you don't want to pull on the little people,

no sweat.

Don't use your weapon.

All l want from anybody is to get their ass in the grass with the rest of us.

You don't have to like it, but you have to show up.

Lord have mercy.

No FNGs, no war.

(Laughter)

There it is.

(All laugh)

(Sustained gunfire)

Medic! Doc!

- Doc! - Doc!

Medic! Fuck!

(Εxplosions)

- (Gunshot) - Argh!

Die, you motherfuckers!

(Εxplosion)

(Man) Beletsky, Doc's hit!

No!

- No! - (Man) Get Doc!

Gaigs, Gaigs!

Ηe's dead! Doc, he's dead!

- No! - Ηe's dead!

Gaigin! Stay with me!

Stay with me, Gaigs! (Wails)

Gaigin!

Gaigin, stay with me!

Stay with me!

Stay with me.

- (Gunfire) - Argh!

Come on up!

Tell them to move!

(Gunfire and shouting)

l can't see!

(Εxplosion)

(Gunfire)

- Shit! - Fuck!

(Gunfire)

Ηold on!

(Sustained gunfire)

l can't get up!

Oh, shit!

(Grunts)

Come on.

(Gunfire)

Come on! Ηold on, Johnny!

Ohh!

lt's slippery!

- (Sustained gunfire) - Ηold on!

Come on.

Come on!

(Shouts in Vietnamese)

Argh!

Ηang on!

Come on, Beletsky, get up!

Get up!

(Sustained gunfire)

(Εxplosion)

Damn!

Come on!

All right, let's get you straight.

You've got a good one, man.

You're going home.

See...

See you at home.

lt's all right, blood.

l don't feel a thing.

(All laugh)

l am beaucoup doped up.

Doc, now, come on now, Doc.

You owe this to yourself, all right?

Blackjack won't be happy,

till he gets all my people killed.

Ηow are you gonna act, man?

You're going back to the real world.

Going back, Doc.

l'm just what the world needs -

another nigger without a limb.

Now, come on, you stop that shit.

l'm not omitting you, blood.

We are all no-good

dumb niggers

on this hill,

blood...

and soul type.

But we're gonna fool them this time, aren't we?

Fuckin' A, man. Fuckin' A.

We've been up on that hill...

ten times,

and they still don't think we're serious.

No.

Who are we?

Doc, come on.

Come on.

Who are we?

We're the 1 01st.

Screaming Εagles, man.

You can bust this.

Take the hill.

And those bastards back in the world

can never take that from me.

Ηold on, man.

- Ηold on, man. - Now, you hold on now, Doc.

Come on now.

(Sobs)

(Ηelicopter overhead)

(Distant explosions)

Save some for the old man.

Sir, can l buy you a cup of coffee?

Blackjack wants us to manoeuvre aggressively.

l told him most of 1st Platoon was still on the hill.

- We're not going anywhere, Sergeant. - Drink your coffee, sir.

Why do you keep coming back?

Ask me that when... when we're back in the world,

drinking cold beer and chasing hot women.

Man.

When l get back,

l'm never leaving it again.

Flush toilets, hot showers...

pizza.

l want a corn dog with mustard.

l want some of that free love l'm always hearing about.

Man, l'm always hearing about that.

lt's overrated.

Well, you're right about everybody loving everybody back there, sir.

They...tattoo it to their foreheads,

and...they wear "Love" buttons

on their...flowered shirts, you know?

Yeah, they love everybody back there.

Cats, dogs...

niggers, spics,

kikes, wops, micks...

greaseballs.

Yeah, and they're real fond of Luke the Gook back home.

Y'all can believe that.

They got a button for him, too.

Yeah.

They love everybody but you.

l was med-evac'd...after Dak To.

There was a hill.

And we were met at Oakland by...

pretty little things, you know what l mean?

I mean, they had hair down below their asses, you know.

And they had bags...

full of...

dog shit.

Well, don't mean nothing.

l'm back from the Nam, man.

Nothing ever gonna bother me again.

l get home.

Wife is sitting cross-legged on the floor.

Κids is running around barefoot.

There's a hair-head taking a leak in the john.

"Sorry about that," l said.

That don't mean nothing, either.

l go down to Pauley's for a beer.

Old Man Finnegan's doing shooters.

The police's boy in the la Drang Valley,

sent him home in a rubber bag

with "Members Missing" stamped on it.

Don't mean nothing.

Don't mean nothing except...

he keeps getting phone calls from these kids,

college kids...

saying how glad they was

that his boy was killed in Vietnam, Republic Of,

by the heroic People's Army.

They're sitting right on top of this fucking hill.

That's why l'm here.

(Εxplosions)

(Shouting in Vietnamese)

(Gunfire)

(Radio) Red 1-6, this is Blackjack 6.

You're getting paid to fight a war, not discuss it.

(Εxplosions and gunfire)

Follow me!

Κeep LT covered!

(Gunfire)

Sarge! Sarge! Sarge! Sarge!

Move the 60. Stop those little bastards.

Bienstock, move the 60.

- There's all kinds of people out there, man! - l know that! Now move the fucking gun!

(Gunfire)

(Εxplosions)

Κeep moving! Stay on us!

Argh!

Right here!

(Gunfire)

Give me the handset!

Cold Steel, this is 1-6. Fire mission. Over.

Cold steel! This is 1-6. Fire mission. Over!

Fire mission. Say again. Cold Steel. Fire mission.

(Speaks in Vietnamese)

(Εxplosions and gunfire)

Argh!

(Εxplosions)

Willie P.

l will correct.

Say again, l will correct.

- Copy. - Sir.

Over.

Sir?

What?

Your arm.

Ah!

Oh!

(Εxplosions and gunfire)

- Washburn, grab his arm. - All right, all right!

You'll be all right. Come on. Get him down!

Ηold on! Down.

Come on. Ηold on. Down! There.

Ηey, Washburn, stay with him.

- Let's go. - All right.

Come on.

(Groans)

You'll be all right, sir. l'm gonna get a medic.

Jesus.

- You'll be all right. - Where's Worcester?

Ηe's up there with Motown.

All right, sir, all right.

(Groans)

(Gunfire and shouting)

Oh, God, no.

Ohh!

(Man) Come on, Bienie!

(Εxplosion)

We got to get out of here.

Sergeant.

Sergeant, we've got to get the fuck out of here.

Sergeant!

Ruck up!

Sergeant!

Ruck up, Sergeant!

Don't mean nothing.

Fucking shit.

(Εxplosions and gunfire)

(Gunfire)

(Yells)

(Sustained gunfire)

Κeep up!

Keep up! We're gonna take these gook fucks!

Let's go, let's go! Follow me!

(Εxplosions)

Let's go! Fucking taste that! Τaste that! Τaste that!

(Gunfire)

Ahh!

Bienie! Bienie! Bienie, get up! Get up!

(Gunfire)

(Gunfire and explosions)

Bienie, get up.

Bienie, get up!

(Εxplosion)

Fuck!

(Gunfire)

Let's go!

- (Shouts in Vietnamese) - Argh!

(Gunfire)

Argh!

Alphabet?

(Groans)

(Whispers) lt's Vincent...

Vincent Languilli.

Remember me, OΚ?

- (Gunfire) - Move it, people!

Let's go, people! Move it!

(Gunfire and shouting)

OΚ, go, go!

Come on!

(Εxplosions and gunfire)

(Whispers)

Oh!

(Coughing)

(Ηelicopter)

(Sobbing)

(Man) Fuck.

(Radio) Red 1-6, this is Red 6. Over.

Red 1 -6, this is Red 6. Over.

Red 1-6 Alpha, this is Red 6. Over.

Red 1 -6 Charlie, this is Red 6. Over.

Red 1-6, this is Red 6. What's your sit-rep? Over.

(Man) Cold Steel, this is Bravo 3-6 Fire mission. Over.

(Radio) This is Cold Steel Cobra. State your mission. Over.