Go Tell the Spartans

---

Cowboy!

Get that man out of that jug!

He say he not Cong.

We make him say he Cong.

He can't say anything if

you drown him. Now get him out!

Yes, sir, major. Instamment.

Cowboy!

He lie, major.

He goddamn bastard.

Put him back in the cage,

you hear me?

God damn it, Cowboy!

Do you hear me?

Yes, sir, major. Instamment.

Any traffic?

Uh, let's see. Mung Tau

wants to get lit up tonight.

You pass the signal

to Nighthawk?

It's passed.

What are you juicing up now,

Ackley?

Carrots and onions.

You think it'll cure

your pimples?

It'll keep my bowels open

anyways.

- AI.

- Major.

"Instamment, major."

I'm gonna zap that goddamn gook.

Which gook, sir?

Cowboy. He had a prisoner

stuck in the water jug again.

Well, you can't shoot

that goddamn gook, sir.

He knows English, French,

Chinese, and 75 Viet dialects.

I can shoot him. I can shoot him

and his goddamn dialects.

Thank you, Kwan.

I didn't get

my combat infantryman's badge.

Why not?

New regulation from Saigon...

that you gotta have

thirty days under fire.

I've only got twenty-two.

Well, I guess you'll have

to get out in the field, Al...

and kick a little ass, huh?

When, sir?

When I don't need you here

anymore. What's the new map?

We got a query from Saigon...

about some crummy hamlet

called Muc Wa.

It's in this map plot here.

What do they want?

Complete position paper.

Oh, sh*t.

Too goddamn many

static defense posts as it is.

That's what happened

to the French.

They got themselves tied down

in static defense.

What do we know

about this... this Muc stuff?

Muc Wa.

- Hey, sir.

- "Hey, sir."

Jesus Christ.

What is it, Toffee?

The replacements are here.

Close the door a minute.

Make up a position paper, Al.

Tell them that Muc F***

has about...

Muc Wa, sir.

Muc Wa. Muc Wa

has about two hundred people...

mostly old men,

women, and children.

No Cong activity there

for years.

Severe drought conditions.

No water for troops.

Uh, it's on a river, sir.

Well, fix it up.

In the opinion

of this command...

this hamlet is of no strategic

significance whatsoever?

"Et shitera."

Toffee. Toffee?

Yes, sir?

- You got their papers?

- Yes.

Hamilton, Raymond...

second lieutenant.

What the hell are they sending

us second lieutenants for?

All right, Toffee. Show the o...

- Yes, sir.

- Show the officer in.

Yes, sir.

Come in, lieutenant.

Lieutenant Hamilton, sir.

I'm Major Barker.

Captain Olivetti, the exec.

- So, lieutenant?

- Sir!

Relax, kid. Sit down.

Thank you, sir.

How old are you, lieutenant?

Twenty-three, sir.

And still a second?

What the hell do they expect us

to do with you?

We don't have any slots

for second lieutenants.

Send me into the field, sir.

I feel that

I can kill communists...

as well as any

first lieutenant, sir.

Well, let's not rush things.

Why did you volunteer

for Vietnam?

Well, sir...

I feel that

if my country's at war...

it's my duty to fight for it.

All right, lieutenant.

We'll see if we can't

find a slot for you.

Thank you, sir.

Yeah.

Next!

Oleonowski, sir.

How've you been, Oleo?

Sir?

Have I changed that much?

Goddamn. Mr. Barker.

Captain Olivetti, exec.

- How do you do, sir?

- Oleo and I served in Korea.

He kept my butt from being

shot off more than once.

Well, he was a pretty good

officer, too, sir.

Officers didn't have to be

very good with men like Oleo.

Where have you been stationed?

- South, sir. Delta.

- Hairy?

Oh, Jesus.

I'll tell you, sir...

I had three teams

shot out from under me.

How's it up here, sir?

Hairy sometimes, but

the casualties aren't too bad.

That's good, sir.

We'll find something for you,

Oleo.

Thank you, sir.

It's nice to be

in your command again, sir.

Sir.

Put him in charge of weapons

training with a squad of puffs.

I can use him in the field.

He's burnt out, Al.

Let him rest.

Next!

Lincoln, sir.

Abraham?

Yes, sir.

Well, we can use

a good bac si, corporal.

It says here you've been serving

with the dispensary in Saigon.

- Yes, sir.

- Been out in the field much?

Not much, sir.

Why not?

They didn't assign me, sir.

All right, corporal. That's all.

Abraham Lincoln.

How'd you like to go through

life with a moniker like that?

No wonder the poor bastard

looks like he's caved in.

- What'll I do with him?

- Assign him to clap control.

Corporal Stephen Courcey,

college graduate.

Draftee.

This one's a draftee, Al.

Demolitions training.

Well, that's S.O.P.

Charlie blew up everything

around here ten years ago.

Next!

What's your name, soldier?

Oh, sorry. Courcey, sir.

What are you doing here?

- Sir?

- In Vietnam. You volunteered.

Sir, if I had to be a soldier...

I wanted to be in

the roughest, toughest outfit...

in the U.S. Army, sir.

Well, that's fine, corporal.

But that adds six months

to your draft hitch, doesn't it?

Yes, sir.

Now, look, corporal...

I'm going to ask you once again

what you're doing here...

and don't give me

any of that crap...

about the roughest, toughest

outfit in the U.S. Army.

Does it matter, sir?

The point is, I'm here

of my own choosing, sir.

All right, corporal. Dismissed.

Now, what right

does a f***ing draftee have...

to volunteer for anything?

Or second lieutenants?

What do you want me

to do with him, sir?

Put him on mosquito patrol?

What else?

You and the corporal

got plenty...

of insect repellant

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes