The Siege of Firebase Gloria Page #3

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I don't want him killed.

No problem.

Incoming!

Ceasefire! Ceasefire!

What the f*** was that?!

Incoming rounds.

Oh, hell. They got the CP.

Medic!

Medic!

Get the f*** here, now!

Goddamit. . .

Huh. Nobody.

Mighty Mouse never get us out this sh*t.

Okay. . .

Mighty Mouse and Underdog.

I don't know. . .

Yet. . .

No. No. No.

How much time you got up here?

Yeah. Seventeen more days.

I'm gonna miss you.

Yeah, I'll miss you too.

Varia, it's Jones here.

I read you, Sergeant.

I'm on my way.

Who're you?

Sergeant Major Hafner.

Where's Captain Williams?

Unconscious, down at sick bay.

We had incoming last night.

Poor guy.

Sh*t.

What's your status?

First Sergeant Jones, sir.

just in from patrol.

Sit down.

Well, you're my First

Sergeant now, Jones.

Wha'd you see out there?

Three hundred on the move.

Maybe more.

All regulars.

Yeah, we can add

about two thousand to that.

Maybe in ballpark.

Where?

An Lap. Yesterday.

Crap's gonna hit the fan, Top.

And this f***in' place ain't

prepared for the sh*t.

This firebase can't be defended.

How many people do you have

out there, that ain't brain-dead?

I don't have anyone

who's willing to trip over

his guts for the

Vietnamese way of life.

-This I know...

Any illusions about yours or my

brand of democracy, First Sergeant?

We're gonna re-fortify this sh*t-hole,

then we're gonna protect it like

it was your daughter's cherry.

I hate, I'm gonna die here.

Right.

There's no doubt in my military mind

that we are in a deep-sh*t situation, people.

Now, if any of you dog-faced dope smokers

don't feel like pulling your

share of the load around here,

you can pack your sh*t

and get your young asses

off of my firebase right now.

Sandbag this west sector, now!

Move your ass!

Somebody get me a

goddamn vehicle up here

and drive this heap of sh*t outta here!

I want these fresh

lines squared away.

Break your legs

and do a purpose dig.

You find them, tonight.

there is hope, damn tomorrow.

It's as simple as...

What the f*** is that?

Combat photographer.

Crazy as a bedbug.

They say, he's got the best

Cambodian Red around.

Yeah?

Oh, we'll see about that.

Hey. . .God what a defensive fighter.

Matter of fact, not a bad idea.

I understand you got some

pretty badass Cambodian Red.

Ain't the truth, isn't it?

Fine, my weed here. Been

smoking opium for a month.

This takes the edge off ev'rything.

Goddamn. That's my favorite kind.

No, sh*t.

Give it to me.

Wha-why should I give it for?

I said f***ing give it to me.

Hey man. This should cost me

two cases of peaches, man.

-Nard.

You've been strip-searched by a Marine.

Because I suggest

you reach in and find it.

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