Casualties Of War

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Let's NDP here.

We're gonna NDP here.

Eriksson, hold up.

Set up claymores

on the left flank.

Did that sound

hollow to you, man?

What?

Wait.

We could be standing right over their

tunnels right now, couldn't we?

Right under us

at this very second...

...could be VC tunnels

as far as the eye can see.

-Sh*t!

-What was that?

Fix that sound!

-I hate f***ing mortars.

-Fix that sound, sergeant.

They're after somebody else.

Who are they after?

-Is it 3rd Platoon?

-Captain Hill says Alpha's hit.

-Do they know we're here?

-What do you say, Meserve?

-I'll get it to you ASAP.

-Sergeant Hawthorne!

Set out security to the flanks,

front and rear.

But not too far so they

get separated from us.

Yes, sir.

Eriksson, take the right flank.

Call Superman 0-2.

We need a fix on the tube.

-We'll adjust by the sound.

-Roger.

Superman 0-2, Superman 0-2...

-What the f*** is going on?

-Cease fire!

-What do you got, man?

-Cease fire!

I saw a gook, sarge.

One of them gooks from the ville.

-You recognizing people?

-I saw him!

The tube's kicking ass on Alpha.

F*** this!

The tube's got a fix on us!

Oh, Christ!

They found us!

They're walking them in on us!

Superman 0-2, Superman 0-2.

Let's move!

The tube's got a fix on us.

Left flank! Move on!

Go, go, go!

Silent Twin 0-2, out.

Go! Go!

Goddamn it, move!

Oh, Jesus! Oh, Jesus!

Jesus Christ! Oh, God!

Jesus Christ. Oh, God.

-Where's Hawthorne?

-Up this way.

Eriksson's on right flank.

He ain't in yet.

This war's getting old, Mr. Meserve.

Here comes arty!

F***!

Oh, sh*t!

Oh, Jesus!

Okay, Brownie, you get up there with

them. Keep your sh*t together.

My sh*t is forever together.

I'm an armour-plated motherf***er!

Oh, f***! Help me!

Oh, f***! Help me.

Somebody help me!

What's wrong with my arm?

Where's my arm?

-I got something for you.

-You gotta find my arm.

-We gotta move!

-Calm down, soldier!

Help me! Help me!

Help me, somebody!

Help me! Help!

We found your f***ing arm.

-Calm the f*** down.

-Here you go.

Here's your arm. Here's your arm.

All right, let's get out of here!

Somebody help. Help me.

Help me.

Somebody help me.

Oh, God.

Help! Help!

Help me! Somebody!

Sarge, I need help! Help.

Sarge, help me! I'm stuck!

Oh, I'm stuck. Help me.

-Thank God!

-Pull!

Oh, sh*t!

I'll put some tracers up there.

-Back me up with the thumper, okay?

-Right.

-Ready?

-Yeah.

Get some.

Get some, motherf***er!

Get some! Motherf***er!

Motherf***er!

Yeah, you f***!

Yeah.

Some mad f***ing minute,

huh, cherry?

-We're getting too short for this.

-We ain't short yet.

Thirty days and a wake-up.

We damn near invisible.

You're gonna DEROS out of

this jungle and these clothes.

Put me on that Freedom Bird

and I figure I'm short...

...and maybe

the f***er's gonna crash.

Can you imagine that?

Escape from Nam...

-...to die an airline fatality.

-Never happen, cherry.

You survive the Nam,

you get to live forever.

How long you been here?

-Three weeks.

-Three weeks?

You're breaking my heart.

You know, Meserve,

I've been thinking.

Maybe it's time we stopped

balling these b*tches.

We might end up

home diseased.

Dinky dau, man.

The Nam's a trip.

First you don't know sh*t,

then you don't give a sh*t.

I mean, you care, but it's just

humpbacked and crooked, you know?

The cherry'll get wasted

because he don't know nothing.

We'll end up in peril because

we don't care about nothing.

-I care, Brown.

-Sure you do.

It's just humpbacked

and crooked, you know?

Clark...

...you and Hatcher and Eriksson

spread out here.

Stay alert.

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