Flags of Our Fathers Page #2

It must be a lot easier with them

not moving around and all.

- There's that.

- Yeah.

You know what I been thinking?

Well, they been telling us

we need to buddy up

and I think we'd make

pretty good buddies.

And how do you figure that?

Well, you know,

in that we have a lot in common.

So, why do you cut dead people's hair,

anyway?

I'm studying to work in a funeral home.

You tell a lot of people that?

You actually chose the Marines

because they got the best uniform?

No sense being a hero

if you don't look like one.

Jacks.

Queens.

Sh*t.

Do anything on that reservation

but play cards, Chief?

All right, listen up,

you sorry bunch of leathernecks!

We practice going

over the side tomorrow

which means we ain't long

for this piece of rock.

All right!

One more thing, any man who doesn't

have his masturbation papers in order

better get them signed by tomorrow

night or he ain't going overseas.

- I got mine already.

- Oh, yeah. I'm square.

Wait. Why am I just hearing about this?

That's horseshit, Franklin. I don't have

to repeat everything twice for you.

No, I didn't hear nothing

about no masturbating papers.

Heard they were running short.

You know, nobody tells me nothing.

That's real nice, guys.

All right, get your ass over

to the officer in charge of records.

Maybe he got some more left.

- Leave your smokes. I'll play for you.

- Thanks, Mike.

Listen, he calls you an idiot,

you take it like a man, okay?

Just do not leave without signing them.

- I appreciate it, Sergeant.

- You got it.

What the hell happened to your hair,

Rene?

Look like a goddamn corpse.

Three points of contact on that rope

at all times.

Next four. Over the side.

Let's go. Keep moving.

Next four, over the side.

Just keep your eye

on the guy below you.

That's all you gotta look at.

Watch me, Doc, just watch me.

Keep three points of contact

on the rope at all times.

You see? No big thing.

Just one step at a time and keep

your hands on the vertical rope.

Remember, once you're in the boat

move away from the rope.

Just make sure you keep three points

of contact on the rope.

I got him!

All right, get that man out of the water.

Give me a hand.

Grab his pack.

Don't worry about him, Doc.

All right, quit skylarking! Keep it moving!

He'll be fine.

Our target, Island X,

is an ugly, smelly,

dirty little scab of rock called lwo Jima.

It means "Sulfur Island,"

which accounts for the smell.

Looks sort of like a burnt pork chop,

you ask me.

After 20 straight days of bombing

you won't find a blade of grass

or a twig on it.

It wasn't that pretty to start with.

Captain?

Lwo's just five-and-a-half miles long,

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