Battle For Haditha Page #2

on a truck, man

- I know, I saw it.

- He's a born dildo.

The guy's ? ? ?

(radio chatter)

C'mon. Come here.

Come on.

Go over there.

? ? ?

- It's ok.

- What are you doing?

- The kids...

- Sergeant, sorry.

Stop.

Stop!

Now stay there.

Step this way, please.

Stop. Put your hands up.

Put your hands up.

Come, hurry up.

Go.

Stop.

Get your hands in the air.

Put your hands in the air.

- Away from the door?

- Yes.

- Make it good.

- Come, hurry up.

...

...

....

Here you go, son.

- Here you go.

- You just wait, man.

Don't fall asleep.

Go, go...

Nice bag

How are you doing, sir.

What have you got?

- Good job.

- Hey man.

Did you get anything out of these guys?

Still working on it.

I'm playing my little

game of Marco Polo.

? ? ? f*** ? ? ? f***ing rifles grab chow.

Go have some f***ing chow.

- Sir.

- Ey! Clean your f***ing magazines too.

- CLP.

- All right sarge.

- Remember that sh*t.

- All right sergeant.

Last time I tell you, the f***ing

bolt was dry like a f***ing...

(8-year old? ? ? ? )

Think that's funny?

I don't think so.

Your weapon's jammed

It's not funny then,

but funny ? ? ?

Shut up.

Get on your f***ing face right now.

Hey! Douchebag.

Get on your face.

What's up with the f***ing jokes?

Sorry sergeant.

Say:
I will not be funny anymore.

- I will not be--

- Louder!

...funny anymore.

I will not be funny anymore! !

- Ey Cuthbert.

- Yo.

Come here.

What's up?

You're not ? ? ? on your ass?

You don't like me?

No, 'cause you f***ing

remind me of me, dipshit.

On my first appointment, man,

I almost lost my f***ing leg.

They sat here and f***ing told me

I would never be able

to f***ing run again.

F***...

Doesn't the corps take care of you

after you're hurt?

You know, they offered me

to get out, right?

They said if I wanted

to, I could get out...

with my injury.

They said, we'll give you 10 per cent.

Do you know what 10 per cent is?

That's...$300 a month.

That's what I'm telling you.

Nobody gives a sh*t about you but you.

Take care of yourself.

The Marine corps don't,

and this f***ing country don't

Remember that.

Three, four.

I love hand to hand.

I love hand to hand.

Stab you in the eye with my

KaBar (knife), baby.

Stab you in the eye with my

KaBar, baby.

I love hand to hand.

I love hand to hand.

Smash you in the grate with my E2, baby.

Smash you in the grate with my E2, baby.

Your buddy goes down, you ain't there

f***ing crying.

You're a f***ing machine,

and you act like a machine.

You go right through 'em.

- You understand?

- OoRah, sarge.

- I don't f***ing feel it.

- OORAH, sarge.

I'm ready to take down

the f***ing Iraq here,

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