Go for Broke! Page #3

sergeant.

Give it to Sergeant Ohhara.

Can he do that?

It's my money.

I want that man's name,

sergeant.

There's no talking

after the command at ease.

Yes, sir.

This man, no dog tags,

needs haircut, window unwashed,

uniforms hanging wrong way.

Haircut, shave,

bunk out of line, dog tags,

window, beer can on shelf,

dirty floor, dirty boots,

haircut, window,

bowl of milk on floor.

Bowl stolen from mess hall.

Brought cat into barracks.

Floor, boots, dog tag, haircut.

Dust on rafters, window,

haircut, dog tags, boots,

bunk out of line,

litter on floor, boots.

Forget the book, sergeant.

They're all on the list.

You men will fall out

for a speed hike

at 8:
00 tonight.

Before that

I want this hutment GI'd.

Get them started

on it right away, sergeant.

Floors scrubbed, rafters dusted,

windows washed,

boots shined, bunks made.

I want those blankets

stretched so tight

that when you drop a quarter

on them it'll bounce.

I'll be back twice a day

from now on

with a pair of white gloves

and a quarter.

You're a chicken expert.

What do you make of him?

I wanna go back

To my little grass shack

Back in Kealakekua Hawaii

I wanna be with all

The kanes and wahines

That I knew long ago

I can hear

The old guitars playing

Bakatare!

Bakatare!

What did he say?

I didn't hear anything, sir.

Bakatare.

What does that mean?

Sorry, sir.

I don't speak Japanese.

Boots, dog tag, window,

dust on rafters, floor, boots.

Boots, floor, boots.

Blankets not tight enough.

Shirt unbuttoned,

boots, window, floor.

All right.

Up and over.

Go back and try it again.

I'm gonna wait right here

till everybody makes it.

Hey, you guys, beat it, quick.

In combat, anything goes.

That's why we teach you

dirty tactics.

I will now demonstrate

a grip against which

there is absolutely no defense.

The sergeant will now

try to get free.

Well, sergeant?

You want me to try, sir?

Of course I want you to try.

Very well, sir.

Eyes right!

Eyes front!

Eyes right!

Eyes front!

Eyes right!

Eyes front!

Eyes right!

Eyes front!

Eyes right!

That was the kiss of death,

brother,

the kiss of death.

Yeah, the big brass figures

were ripe.

I can smell

that salt air already.

Take another sniff, will ya,

and see if it's the Pacific.

Yeah, that's what I'm

sweating out.

You and me both.

Nobody wanna go Pacific but me.

Well, I keep trying.

Every time they ask

for volunteers...

Tommy, you have to speak

perfect Japanese.

It's for combat intelligence,

interpreters.

They don't want buddhahead

riflemen in the Pacific.

Why?

Look, Tommy,

a million guys fighting an enemy

that looks like us.

What if a GI sniper

spots you or me?

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