Memorial Day

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1-6, We've got a possible

IED blocking our patrol.

Request EOD.

What's the ETA on that?

Warrior 1-1, Warrior 1-6.

Standby for EOD ETA. Over

Shake it off, Vogel. C'mon.

Fresh?

As a baby's ass, my friend.

Maybe the Collector will get

a good chunk of wool out of this.

The who?

First, let's see if Little Bo Peep

had a Russian 130 for breakfast.

Is the relative recency of the sheep's

mortification a good sign or bad?

Where you from again, Sully?

St. Paul.

Yeah, I know you're fresh as this Hadji

road kill, but talk like a Red Bull, yo.

Sully, give me the 203.

Affirmative, Sergeant.

Fire Team leader requesting permission

to use a 203, Sergeant.

Why, because you think you're a better

shot than me, Lodermeier? Denied.

A word, Sergeant?

Walk and duck.

Hey, now, if you remember Camp Ripley,

better shot is a freakin' understatement.

You suck.

Weapon, Sergeant.

Sully, riddle me this.

When you're using a grenade launcher,

what is more important?

Accuracy or safety?

The two aspects in question are

not mutually exclusive, Sergeant.

Intrinsically speaking.

Does that translate to English as both?

Wow. Follow me.

Here.

Definitely a danger close.

Yeah, come on, let's just do this.

No, no, no, no.

What do we have here?

If Scooby Doo is hungry enough,

he might just do the job for us.

Come on, let's clear.

Sh*t, wire!

Oh... god.

- Can you move?

- Yeah.

Get over here!

Come on.

Medic!

Enemy:
8:00!

We copy on nine-line medevac.

QRF is enroute your location, over.

- Is anyone else hit?

- No, we're good.

Berg just nailed the trigger men.

Warrior 1-6, Warrior 1-1 Bravo. QRF is on site.

Copy medevac inbound, over.

North Star 7-3-0, Warrior 1-1 Bravo

Smoke out. Can you identify? Over.

Roger, copy, White Smoke 7-3-0

signal at this time. 5-5-2 in sight.

All right, looks like we got some

shrapnel wound.

Vogel, whaddya doing?

You're a strong son of a b*tch,

you know that?

Nice piece for the Collection.

5-2, I'll take the position on your right.

Hey, Derek,

am I really that bad of a shot?

I'll take good care of him, Kyle.

What's the Collection?

I must've seen it a hundred times

in his tackle box.

Then one day I finally said to Grandpa,

"Grandpa, where'd you get this thing?"

Did he answer?

Tells me he was a flamethrower on

Peleliu. He torches a pillbox, right?

And this Japanese officer and two

foot soldiers come chargin' out.

His buddies take out the two

foot soldiers,

but the officer comes bearing down on him.

One buddy shoots him in the bayonet,

he goes down, gets back up

with his service revolver.

So Grampa lays into him with the torch.

Handle's toast see? And there's the dent.

He kept it for guttin' catfish.

We talked a lot after that.

Said I was his confidant.

Just 'cuz I asked, I guess.

Where'd you say you were from again?

- Uh, Midwest.

- Oh.

Ever catch a barbel in the Euphrates?

I hear they're delicious.

'Night, Lieutenant Tripp.

Goodnight, Private.

Goodnight, Lieutenant Tripp.

Not so fast, Sergeant.

Back to your unit tomorrow, eh?

Then home in ten days, ma'am.

So, I still have a chance?

I'm a married man, Lieutenant.

That's not what I meant.

Before you leave, I'm going to

unearth one detail of your life

besides your

name, rank and squad nickname.

Did they have good fishing

where you're from?

All questions, no answers. Nice.

It's called "ask, don't tell."

All right. I coach little league baseball.

My favorite meal is a burger with ketchup

and mayo, not mustard.

And my biggest pet peeve is the phrase

"it is what it is." There you go.

That's not exactly what I was

after, but it's a start.

What more do you want, ma'am?

Even Greek warriors collected souvenirs,

soldier, but you're different.

I would have given you

that shrapnel myself, you know.

Can't risk getting the wrong one, ma'am.

I gave it my best shot.

You can take your secrets to the grave like

every other tough guy, Mr. Collector.

Ma'am?

Have you ever heard of Le Center,

Minnesota?

Yellow Warbler.

Halt!

What are your orders?

Always maintain walking posture

while entering the porch sector, sir!

Help your grandma.

Oh, thanks, Kylie.

Cookies!

Hey, no fair.

We haven't earned our treats yet,

Ruthy.

Something must have got in the water.

When I was your age,

all I wanted to do was play outside.

It's boring.

Boring?

Eyes crusty. Ears full of wax.

Jamie my boy, you just don't know

what to look or listen for.

Well, you can start by looking

for each other.

45 minutes of hide and seek, starting now.

That goes for all my grandkids.

Justin, you're outside my jurisdiction.

And no shouting.

I'm listening for the meadowlark.

The eastern meadowlark.

Yes, Opa.

I'm too old for hide and seek.

I want to play Mortal Kombat.

Do what Opa says.

Real tough guy.

Picking on a bunch of little kids.

You build them up, I break them down.

That's how it works.

- Uh-uh.

- What?

You haven't earned your treats either.

Cheapskate.

Would you bring me some lemonade?

Hm.

Are we going in the barn?

Okay, Justin, here's the deal.

The goal is not to get found, right?

But what if we hide in the same place?

Ruthy finds both of us.

Exactly. See? You're smart.

So I know you can think of an even better spot

than this silly old barn. Can you do that?

Ready or not, here I come!

You're it!

No, Kylie. No.

Trust me, you'll only make him angry.

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