Flags of Our Fathers

Corpsman!

Corpsman!

Corpsman!

For God sakes! Corpsman!

Corpsman!

Corpsman!

Honey, what's wrong?

Every jackass thinks he knows

what war is.

Especially those

who've never been in one.

We like things nice and simple,

good and evil, heroes and villains.

There's always plenty of both.

Most of the time,

they are not who we think they are.

Where is he?

Where is he?

Where... Where is he? Where is he?

Mr. Bradley?

Mr. B? You okay?

- Where is he?

- Where is who?

Where is he? Where did he go?

Where... Where is he?

All right. Just stay right here, okay?

I'm gonna call an ambulance.

It'll be okay.

Where is he?

Most guys I knew would never talk

about what happened over there.

Probably 'cause they're

still trying to forget about it.

They certainly didn't

think of themselves as heroes.

They died without glory.

Nobody has taken their pictures.

Only their buddies knew what they did.

I'd tell their folks

they died for their country.

I'm not sure that was it.

Now, there were plenty other photos

taken that day,

but none anybody wanted to see.

What we see and do in war,

the cruelty, is unbelievable.

But somehow

we gotta make some sense of it.

To do that,

we need a easy to understand truth

and damn few words.

Film's ruined.

I don't know. This one looks all right.

And if you can get a picture...

Now, the right picture

can win or lose a war.

You're gonna want to see this.

Look at Vietnam.

The picture of that

South Vietnamese officer

blowing that fella's brains

out of the side of his head, whammo!

That was it.

The war was lost.

We just hung around

trying to pretend it wasn't.

Took a lot of other pictures that day.

None of them made a difference.

Thanks. Appreciate it.

Sounds ridiculous, but it happened.

Country was bankrupt.

People were becoming

cynical and tired of war.

Oh, my Lord, that's Harlon!

Where?

Right there.

Planting that flag, that's your brother.

Ma, all you can see is his behind.

And that's his. I powdered

and diapered it, I know my son.

That's him. Go get your father.

Daddy, Ma's got a picture

of Harlon's keister in the paper.

You watch your mouth, young man.

Thank you.

One photo, almost all on its own,

turned that around.

It's on the front page

of every major paper.

Over 200 dailies and they're

all flooded with requests for prints.

I think we might have found it.

Corpsman!

Corpsman!

Corpsman!

- I gotta go get him.

- Oh, no, you don't.

Iggy, I gotta go.

I have a whole different theory.

He wants medical attention bad enough,

he'll come to us.

Shut up and crawl over here,

you lazy son-of-a-b*tch!

As soon as that flare goes out.

- Crap. Okay, well, I'll go with you.

- No.

You're actually gonna leave me here?

I'll be right back,

just shoot some people. I gotta go.

Oh, God.

Okay, it's okay.

Don't touch them. Don't touch them.

Get your hands out of there.

Let me do that. I'll do it, okay?

Don't look. Keep your head back.

Keep your eyes on me.

All right, look at me.

I'll get it. I'll take care of it.

We'll get this bandage on you.

We'll get you taken care of.

And we'll get you down to the bottom,

all right?

Look, you're gonna be fine.

It's okay.

I'll do that. I'll do that.

Here, put some pressure on that.

Put your hands on top

and put some pressure on it.

Keep your head back. Keep breathing.

Keep looking at me, all right?

Just keep looking at...

Doc.

Help me.

Help me.

All right. Okay.

How's that feel?

- It feels good.

- It does? All right.

- Good.

- All right.

I'm gonna go get a stretcher and get

you down to the beach. I'll be right back.

I'm all right.

Go and help someone who's hurt.

All right. Hold on there.

- Where'd he go?

- Who?

The guy who was right here, Ignatowski.

Where did he go?

- I think you jumped in the wrong hole.

- I didn't jump in the wrong hole!

He was right here,

now where the hell is he?

Lggy!

Lggy!

You shut up. You want every Jap

on the island shooting at us?

Lggy!

Holy sh*t.

They expect us to climb this?

Or something just like it.

So, where you think they're sending us?

I think it's the desert, Franklin.

Well, that makes no sense at all.

Well, it's just military psychology.

They always train you for the desert

on a volcano.

Now you're just having fun with me.

Harlon, take your men right.

- Watch for Bedouins.

- Yes, sir.

- What's a Bedouin?

- It's a guy with a camel.

Well, Jeez Louise,

maybe we are going to the desert.

Now, you tilt that to the right, but

what if the bullet comes from the left?

Bullets don't come from the left.

You know any left-handed Japs?

That makes about as much sense

as you showering with your shoes on.

You don't even know why you do it,

do you?

'Cause I don't tell you

mean I don't know?

You do it 'cause Mike does it.

I'll ask him.

So you cut hair back home?

Some.

Training to be a barber, are you, Doc?

No, I just studied it a little.

But not in barber school?

Nope.

- Gosh.

- Let me guess, Hayes is winning.

Chief, I had very little to do

with Sitting Bull's death,

so maybe you could stop

taking it out on me.

Different tribe. The Pimas fought

on the side of the white man.

- See, now that's smart.

- That is smart.

Yeah. Worked real good for us.

Good luck, fellas.

Hey, good night, Lindberg.

Dead bodies.

He cuts hair on dead bodies.

What? Even I knew that.

- Who's in?

- Oh, I'm in. I'm in.

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