Windtalkers Page #2

Whitehorse.

This is Yahzee. Ben.

- Next.

- Beautiful. Beautiful.

Close your eyes. It'll taste better.

Who's next?

Mind if I join you?

I'm Ben Yahzee.

Guess the Corps paired us up.

How you doin'?

You're blocking my view.

Oh, sorry.

What do they call this crap anyway?

Marines call it chow.

Well, there's a propaganda effort.

Sorry. You can have mine.

Sh*t.

What'd you say your name was again,

Private?

It's Yahzee. Ben Yahzee.

Hold this.

Sh*t.

I'm in for a couple more.

Tell him I say hello.

Pair of cowboys for Big E.

- Possible straight for the Greek.

- Possible thumb up the Greek's ass.

Oh, a pair of twos for the kid.

Lookin' good.

- Oh, come on!

- Now there's a bold move.

All right.

OK... Oh, another mess

for the Sunshine State.

- What, are you mad at me?

- Just want your money.

Hey! Look at that. A trio of nines. Pretty.

- You shuffle that deck?

- I certainly did.

Nines bets. I'll raise it two bits.

Call.

We all got thumbs up our asses.

You won't for much longer. I got a buddy

in Intel that says we ship out in a week.

I been hearing "next week" for a month.

I didn't know you knew

anybody in Intelligence, Harri.

Next year'd be all right with me.

Gentlemen, read 'em and weep.

Look at that. Nines and fours.

Full boat, baby.

Cowboys over queens. Read 'em and die.

Oh, Jesus!

Ouch. Ouch.

- F*** it. I'm out.

- Yeah. I'm gonna go write the missus.

God knows what a girl will do

without reassurance.

Son of a b*tch.

Hey, looks like we got a coupla seats

opening up. You wanna come join us?

Are you serious?

What, Injun poker?

Hey, how do you boys do that again?

Card on the head,

only fool can't see it is you.

You want to come on over, or what?

Cut me in.

I'm thinkin' Fiery Cross, high-low,

hoggers OK, ace plays both ways...

Hey, don't let him scare you.

If you've ever played a high-low game, it's

like any other. Waste of time and money.

Well, ante up... Chief.

How'd you know I was a chief?

You must've seen me showering

with my war bonnet.

- Deal 'em up, deal 'em up.

- You know, we don't take wampum here.

Beautiful.

All right, then.

Orders finally came through.

We ship out tomorrow morning.

Destination:
the island of Saipan,

which is one of the stepping stones

we gotta take on our road show to Tokyo.

It's of strategic importance

that we capture this island.

We can get ourselves

an advanced naval base

and an airstrip to land and refuel B-29's

and get our bombers

within range of Tokyo.

Now, Saipan is Japanese soil,

and there's 30,000 of 'em dug in.

They're gonna fight for every square inch,

because it's their home,

but we're gonna take it away from 'em!

Yeah! Kill me some Japs!

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