Biloxi Blues Page #3

Well, it's to benefit

the Army's...

to the way that soldiers...

to...

whatever you say, Sergeant.

You lookin' to get

your ass in a sling, boy?

No, Sergeant,

it's fine the way it is.

The benefit of discipline is that

it will win this war for us.

Therefore, until you learn

that fact,

I'll just have

to keep teachin' it to you.

Selridge, 100 push-ups.

Hit the deck.

Me? I didn't say nothin'!

Correct, boy, we're doin'

this to teach Jerome about discipline.

On your face,

soldier!

Do you think you get my

meaning now about discipline?

Ho, yes, ho.

Well, then,

let's try it out.

I want another man down there

give me 100 push-ups.

I want you to pick him out for me.

Who will it be, boy?

Speak up, Jerome.

Tell me the name of the man you

think is most lacking in discipline.

Well, we really just

met on the train, Sergeant.

I don't even know

all their names yet.

I can understand your

reticence to speak up, Jerome.

No one's gonna like

hearin' his name called.

Why don't you just

whisper it in my ear?

Wykowski?

He's the biggest man in the company.

That took guts, Jerome,

but if that's your wish,

your wish will be obeyed.

Wykowski, 100 push-ups for me and

your buddy here. Hit the deck.

Now who can we pick to join these

men in a show of comradeship?

Whisper it to me,

Jerome.

The entire platoon

except yourself?

By God,

that's a good choice.

You won't have many friends here,

soldier, but I'll be one of them.

Tell 'em to hit

the deck for you.

You want me to say it?

It was your idea!

Platoon, hit the deck.

Shout it, boy!

Platoon,

hit the deck!

Tell 'em what we want, Jerome!

100 push-ups!

Man asked for 150 push-ups.

You heard him, men.

Now, count off!

Epstein:

Watch out! Let me through!

Ahh! Head's up!

If this keeps up,

we're gonna lose this war.

They'll be speakin'

German in Chicago.

We could all say we caught cold

and go on sick call tomorrow.

You don't go on sick call with this

guy unless a tank runs over you.

Jesus, this thing's

a slingshot.

Is this bunk taken?

Oh no, I don't mind dyin',

but I don't want to get my nose blown off.

Carney:
Hooray, hooray.

What could I do?

I could be shot for disobeying orders.

Carney:
You must have done

something to get him so pissed off.

Nothing, I swear.

He's nuts.

Maybe the humidity

rusted his brain.

That's a good choice,

Jerome.

I'd like to walk in my

sleep with a bayonet.

I have a curvature of the spine.

I can't sleep on this thing.

The heat is getting hotter,

isn't it?

What's the matter,

you girls from the big city can't take it?

I can take whatever

you can take Wykowski.

Don't even tell me, they're

shipping us out today?

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