Casualties Of War Page #4

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The Cong's getting laid.

And we're just...

It ain't fair, you know?

Am I talking?

I can't tell

if I'm talking or not.

Diaz, how you doing?

Do one of you guys got a Playboy

on you I can borrow?

-Jeez, on me?

-Yeah.

-I gotta find one.

-Somebody sent you a present.

This is Diaz.

He's Brown's replacement.

We're out of here in the morning

at 0500.

I want everyone carrying two frags.

Make sure you got smoke. Sit down.

Leave your vest.

I don't want any heat casualties.

Beyond that, wear what you want,

as long as it's charmed...

...as long as it's helped you survive.

Our destination is Hill 209

in the Tra Khuc Valley.

The hill's here.

There are caves,

there might be VC.

We're looking for tunnels, bunkers,

unmapped trails, whatever.

Now, the orders are we don't shoot

except in self-defence.

You get one of these f***ers

out in the open, you waste him.

All right.

We're leaving an hour early because

we detour 2000 meters to the south...

...to the ville of Nghia Hanh.

What we're gonna do is

requisition ourselves a girl.

A little portable R and R.

It'll break up the boredom,

keep up morale.

I want charmed people around me.

So bring your good-luck stuff.

Like this, sarge?

Does it feel lucky?

It looks lucky.

He really say that?

He wouldn't do it, would he?

Bring a girl?

Are you crazy?

As short as he is?

He is out of here

in less than 30 days.

So why did he say it?

I don't know.

What did the other guys think?

Everybody was joking.

Clark.

Clark says:

"What's this, some new

addition to Lurp rations?"

Right. I mean,

some broad in your pack.

You see how nuts that sounds?

That'll never happen, G.I.

That is the one, sarge.

She's the pretty one.

Take the pretty one.

-Get over here, you f***ing c*nt!

-Jesus God!

Hold her.

What's going on?

You wanna suck this,

you f***ing whore?

You wanna suck this,

you f***ing whore?

You guys done this before?

No.

This is unbelievable.

I didn't think he meant it, Hatch.

Did you?

I don't know, man.

Let's move. I want to be

out of here by first light.

What do you want?

What do you want?

You want her to have this?

All right, no sweat. No big thing.

She can have it!

Shut up, b*tch!

Let's get out of here, sarge.

Get some rest. You're upset.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Yep. We're gonna win

her heart and mind. If she's got one.

Hey, sarge.

A few more clicks, we'll rest.

-I thought you were kidding.

-I was serious as a heart attack.

That's what I mean.

This is kidnapping, ain't it, sarge?

Take the point.

-Go relieve Hatch on point.

-Why?

You got the point.

-Go!

-Yeah. Right.

Hatch, slow up.

I'm supposed to relieve you.

It's just like Genghis Khan, man.

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