Casualties Of War Page #2

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...instead of hanging out

with this motherf***er?

-Yeah.

-So let's go, then.

Right. Okay. No, no, no.

All right. Sh*t.

Sarge wants us together,

we best do it.

Don't you want to get home

for your own ploughing?

-You're married, right?

-Yeah.

Yeah, yeah,

come on, motherf***er!

What the f***

was I talking about, man?

This some bad-ass Thai stick, man.

You got any babies?

That's what I was talking about.

-A little girl.

-A little girl?

Now ain't that my point?

What were you doing back there?

Sarge had to save you.

The ground opened up on me.

I'm hanging there. Half in,

half out of one of the tunnels.

Mortar rounds coming straight

at me. Boom, boom, boom!

-I couldn't believe it.

-Did you pee your pants?

-Don't be shy. Talk to me.

-I'm talking.

You ain't telling me nothing.

Your ass was stuck in a rabbit hole?

So, what happened?

-Man, come on.

-Come on.

Think of me as your priest.

-Lutherans don't have priests.

-Did you pee your pants?

If the sarge hadn't come back for me,

I sure would have.

Without sarge, you ain't nothing

but a sack of sh*t.

You ain't walking along

jiving with me.

You so much grief bagged and tagged

that your people moan all their lives.

Right, sarge?

Hatch!

-Hatcher!

-What?

You got 30 days to learn

what you can from me and Meserve.

Hatcher!

-Listen up.

-I'm listening.

We gonna DEROS

and leave Freedom Frontier...

One o'clock!

Behind you!

Oh, my God, I hit it!

Sarge!

All right, cease fire! Cease fire!

-I told you this place wasn't safe.

-The bastards set us up!

Sarge, I'm in trouble, man.

I'm in trouble, sarge.

-It ain't nothing, Brownie.

-You sure, man?

It sure feels like something.

It feels bad, sarge.

It ain't nothing, man.

Eriksson, the sarge says

I'm gonna be okay, man.

Oh, yeah. No sweat, Brownie.

F*** this sh*t, man!

F*** this!

Let's go, let's go!

Come on, move it!

Sarge!

Look in my f***ing eyes!

I'm gonna hypnotize you!

-Go.

-You're fine.

I know it, man.

I know it.

I know.

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

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

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

Sergeant! Sergeant Meserve, you're to

go two clicks back to the road.

APCs are there to

take you to Ap Thanh.

Take a truck back to Wolf.

The company's regrouping there.

-Is that understood?

-You better watch your back here.

This ville is bullshit.

They're harbouring VC.

We'll bust some chops

before we leave.

-Don't you worry.

-Torch the f***ing place.

Hey, hey, there it is.

My rack, my rack!

So, what are you gonna do?

Get shitfaced and go hump

the brains out of some hos.

-I don't know. I'm too tired.

-Come on. Are we on duty or off?

Let me have a beer.

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