Tigerland Page #2

l'm still here when l should be out.

-And l'm gonna get out.

-Not me.

l enlisted.

-ls this some war sh*t again?

-Yes.

-l got the munchies.

-Me too.

l wish l hadn't heard you say that.

l was starting to like you.

You know, l thought a lot

about it, Bozz.

l don't like the war.

Maybe l'm even against it.

But l'm not against my country.

ls there room service here?

Where's the phone?

That's some fancy

political thinking, professor.

Let me give you some advice.

Figure out a way to go.

-Get out, singing while you go.

-Guys, help us.

-We're hungry, you know?

-Me too, man.

You know, that's not all, man.

It's not just political.

l want to go.

l want to see what it's like.

l want the experience.

l'm taking notes on everything.

Shut up. l'm taking notes

on everything. One day--

One day l'll write something

like James Jones or Hemingway.

What will you write?

That war is hell, men are brave,

that kind of old crap?

So you've popped my f***ing balloon.

Jesus Christ, Bozz.

--24-hour place on Bourbon Street.

The girls are gone.

Yes, they are.

Okay.

Hey, how you doing?

l{eep your head down.

F***ing AWOL, piece of sh*t

son of a b*tch.

That bag of sh*t of yours in the dirt.

Private Bozz is showing the

proper way to dig a hole under fire.

Under fire, you will fall

to the earth and lie flat.

Under fire, you will ask God

to remove your button...

...to get closer to the ground.

Under fire you will dig a hole

with your teeth if you have to.

Open your mouth.

Now, shitbird.

Do it! Eat dirt!

l don't hear you. ''Yes, sergeant.''

-l'm still not hearing you.

-You wear a dress, sergeant?

-What did you say, you piece of crap?

-Go kiss my ass, sergeant!

You little finger-f***ing cocksucker.

l will make you push Fort Polk

into the sea!

Sir, l already have a man in mind.

Thank you.

Eat dirt. Do it!

Do it! Eat dirt!

-Eat it!

-All right, sergeant, that's enough.

Get these men moving.

Move it! You heard the man.

Let's move it! Get going!

Miter, you're the new platoon guide,

the 2nd Platoon.

Get Bozz in line.

If it don't happen...

...even Jesus won't be able

to save you, understand?

-Yes, sergeant.

-Have these men fall in and fall out.

Platoon, fall in.

Fall out to your weapons.

Bozz, Bozz, Bozz, Bozz!

What is wrong with you, private?

Move your ass, son.

Let's go.

Move it!

-Bozz.

-Let's go!

Get that bag of sh*t in the dirt.

That's mine.

Platoon, listen up.

Platoon, we got a heavy day tomorrow.

Everybody hit the racks.

Lights out.

-Lights out.

-You like being in control, boy?

l ain't took no shower.

l gotta take one.

God, shut up.

l don't f*** with you when you're

talking, so don't f*** with me.

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