Gongdong Gyeongbi Guyeok JSA (J.S.A.: Joint Security Area) Page #5

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Brother.

Why can't our republic make

moon pies like this?

Brother!

I was just wondering...

Don't you want to come down South?

You can eat Choco Pies

till you burst.

I mean, only if you want to.

Lee Soo Hyuk.

I'm only going to say

this once, so listen well.

My dream is...

That one day, our republic...

makes the best damn

sweets on this peninsula.

Got it?

Until then, all I can do is...

dream about these Choco Pies.

Forget it. You're all talk.

Stop it.

Don't!

Sung Shik, stop these

Commie bastards!

You don't need to rub it,

just wipe it on with this.

Take them off.

First, shake it well like this.

Then you just spread it on.

This is how you do it. Like this.

Then after it dries, do it again.

Alert! Alert!

Hey! Hurry up over there!

Move your asses!

At 02:
35,

we obtained word that

Northern troops are massing

along the entire border.

We're at DEFCON 3.

Hey!

You chicken?

Keep your cool, okay?

Just think of it as

shooting off a round.

That's all it is, alright?

Sung Shik.

Let's not go over anymore.

It'll be Jung's birthday soon.

And you're almost out.

We should at least say goodbye.

After I'm out,

don't ever go there alone.

Got it?

Brother, that day...

Was the North really

going to attack?

How should I know?

The Yankees were about to bomb us.

We supposed to just sit there?

So don't make any

nuclear arms or missiles.

Hey, do I make them?

Why are you getting angry?

Stop talking about war.

Everyone just write

a letter to your parents.

And one to Soo Jung, too.

If war really broke out,

would we have to

shoot each other, too?

How about we write each

other certificates or something?

"We hereby certify that Nam

Sung Shik served the republic.

Signed, Sergeant Oh Kyung Pil

and Private Jung Woo Jin."

Something like that.

That's good idea!

Right!

What a waste of time.

If the Yankee bastards

play their war games,

we'll be obliterated.

Zero.

Three minutes into the war, both

countries would be destroyed.

A total wasteland.

Don't you get it?

I see.

Man, this song reminds me of my mom.

Tell me,

Why did this singer

have to die so young?

Hey!

Let's have a toast...

to singer Kwang Suk.

[exchanging address]

What?

Oh, nothing.

Hey, squeeze in.

Perfect.

Aren't you going?

We have to go.

Let's go.

Hey dummy.

I taught you once,

and you still can't do it?

No matter what,

I can't get it to shine.

Let me see.

A soldier's has to get

it right the first time.

I can't do this for you forever.

Oh, wait.

Happy Birthday.

Thank you, comrade.

Brother!

Oh...damn!

You're crying!

I can't help it.

I have something

for you guys, too.

What?

Where'd it go?

What is it?

What the hell did you eat?

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