Sniper Page #2

l'm ready for a game now.

He doesn't have time for a game.

GS-9 Miller?

A lot of attitude around here.

Welcome to "Marine World.'

Those people thought you were a sniper.

lt's an outcast profession.

They always go out in platoon strength.

We go out in pairs, sometimes alone.

Their idea of combat

is tearing up the countryside...

with heavy artillery

and millions of rounds.

We'll wait days for one shot, one kill.

Well, l guess it's a different

version of war.

There's a lot of them

and just a few of us.

What's that?

Sometimes these shells

get nicks and burs on them.

This little son of a b*tch

will take your head of at 1,000 yards.

Have you had a chance to look over

our operations plan?

Yeah, l have,

but l wanna study it a little more.

All right. Forget the specifics.

How about an overview?

We'll get to that later.

l have a few things l have to do.

See you at 5- 0500.

Having had.

Having had what?

Breakfast.

This is Corporal Papich's gillie suit.

ls that our ride?

No. That's our ride.

l thought this was a deep jungle

insertion. Don't we do that by chopper?

Yeah, that's the usual S.O.P.

But those a**hole rotor heads

at battalion-

they f***ed with me

one time too many.

We're gonna have to walk it in.

My fiancee.

You married?

What's that?

Got it out of the catalogue

when l was with D.C. SWAT.

We called it "Gucciflage'

- You gonna wear that?

- Yeah.

Let me see it.

- Nice shot!

- No room for Peter Pan on this hunt.

You wear Corporal Papich's tree togs

that l gave you.

What the hell are those for?

Respect.

Still think a chopper insertion would

have made a hell of a lot more sense.

By the way, that was a hell of a shot

you made from a chopper.

That's the sort of thing

myths are made of.

Yeah, it was pretty unreal.

Yeah.

Roll down your sleeves, Miller.

We're going in the bush.

What?

What- l miss a spot?

Come on. On your feet.

l had a lot of SWAT training,

all right?

Urban anti-terrorist tactics.

l've never actually done a creep.

The army ever put you in the jungle?

If you call deepest, darkest

North Carolina a jungle, yeah.

You wanna survive this, right?

You want an answer to that?

Then if you do as l tell you,

to the letter-

- l think you got a chance.

- Whoa! Hold on!

You may have more experience than l do,

but with all due respect, gunny...

this mission is N.S.C.

Meaning l still have rank,

whether you see it or not.

Sorry, but l don't have to take orders

from you.

Fair enough.

You want to take point?

You're doing fine.

l got it.

- You sure?

- Yeah. Go ahead.

Oh, f***!

Goddamn it!

- You all right, son?

- Yeah.

- Son of a b*tch!

- Hey!

Relax. You did okay.

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