Casualties Of War Page #3
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- 1989
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-No. You should have bought more.
-Give the guy a beer.
-They're mine.
-I'll give you 1000 pi.
-You should have thought ahead.
-10,000 pi.
For one?
Oreos. I'll give you some cookies.
-I was hoping you were still around.
-Forget about it.
We just spent some time
in a combat zone.
The lieutenant had difficulty
getting his head out of his ass...
...and left us in the jungle
like a bunch of crazed motherfuckers.
-What happened to you guys?
-I just about got killed, though.
-What was that like?
I went nuts.
-You wanna shower?
-Later.
Come on, I want to shower.
Let's go shower.
-Wanna shower?
-F***ing A.
Hey, sarge.
It's the sarge.
Hey, sarge. This a**hole, Clark,
bought one beer off me...
...for 10,000 pi.
Ain't that some sh*t?
Sarge, are we on duty or off?
-Off.
-F***ing A.
We've been detailed a long-range
recon in the morning.
We're off till 2100.
Where we gonna go?
The lieutenant will brief me.
I'll brief you guys, 2100.
We're out of here
at 0600.
-We're off till then?
-Yeah.
Let's go shower, man.
Sarge, we're gonna take a shower.
What are you gonna do?
I'm gonna go into town and get laid.
Sarge?
What do you hear
about Brownie?
He's dead.
This place is bullshit.
I hate this f***ing place.
-They ought to blow it up and pave...
-F***ing A.
Brownie could make me laugh, man.
And I like to f***ing laugh.
You know...
...I never knew a far-out spade dude
They shouldn't make you hump
the boonies when you're short.
They should send you home.
You'd be short when you were close
to where you didn't have to go.
-So what?
-So nobody'd want to go.
I don't want to go now.
They keep moving it back.
They move it back. Pretty soon
they wouldn't send anybody here.
What's wrong with that?
What I'm saying is these
f***ing gooks are sh*t, man!
They're lowlifes!
Every motherf***er in that ville.
Every man, woman and child knew
about the f***ing mortars.
They knew about the snipers,
and they just let them zap Brownie.
They're slugs.
They're roaches, and total destruction
is the only way to deal with them.
-Sorry, sarge. Passes are cancelled.
-What?
-The ville's off-limits.
-What did he say?
-For how long?
-Indefinitely.
-He's serious, man.
-F*** them.
-Watch it, sarge!
-Come on.
-Motherfucking...
-Take it easy.
That was easy!
-Motherfucking easy!
-What we gonna do?
Know what this sh*t's about?
F***ing Cong is in town tonight.
Charlie's in the whorehouse.
-No sh*t?
-Didn't you know?
Charlie's gotta get laid too.
He works hard killing us. Don't he?
What are we gonna do, sarge?
What are we gonna do?
Goddamn it!
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