The Siege of Firebase Gloria Page #4

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But you sure as hell,

you don't want me to do it.

Now, do it right now!

Now!

All right, all right!

Hey, call a dog laugh.

Hey, all right.

Sh*t.

I hate this game.

Sergeant Major.

Can I keep it?

Yeah, you found it.

It's all yours, Nards.

Give him a rifle and

put him on the line.

Yes, let's go Doctor Leary.

You can't do this.

I'm a civilian.

Yeah, well you've just been

f***ing drafted, sweetheart.

I'm an innocent objector.

Hey, alright I'm comin'.

We work for a living now.

So you're staying!?

What about the nurses?

Nurses?

Yes, there are nurses

up at the station.

Doin' this field exercise.

Sh*t's gettin' pretty goddamn

deep around here.

Is there any nuns or Girl Scouts,

that I should know about

on the firebase?

That's what happens when

you inherit wealth.

Lucky you.

Yeah, lucky me.

Aid station, Sergeant Major.

Alright,

I want these troops patched

up and back out on the line,

ASAP.

If they can fire a rifle, they

can send my gratitude.

I take it you're in command?

You take it right.

What's your trade or field?

Captain Flanagan.

199th Evacuation Hospital.

Sir, did I hear you say you want

my wounded back on the line?

That's affirmative, Captain.

We're facing a regiment

of VC out there.

Breaking it down

into layman's terms,

that's five to one in their favor.

I'm not too goddamn

crazy about you ladies

being on my firebase

in the first place.

But I guess I can learn

how to live with it, can I?

I understand.

I want you to get a

list of supplies together

that you gonna have

to have turned over to

First Sergeant here take care of this.

Good morning, Miss Flanagan.

Captain...

The rank's Captain.

I'm real impressed.

Maybe you are made to see it.

C'mon, First Sergeant.

Headquarters still didn't buy

my analysis of the situation.

Hell, they had experts staying

in air-conditioned offices in Saigon

who understood that we're a whole lot

better than anyone in the front line.

We had asked for

ammunition and reinforcements.

What we got was the mail run,

a few cases of beer and a VD film.

They just wouldn't believe we were

up against a regiment of Vietcong.

They didn't even bother to

send a replacement CO.

Nice knowing you, sir

There were times when

we all wondered whether

headquarters was

fighting the same war.

Incoming!

Cover!

Get me the f*** outta here!

Sh*t!

Damn, all you arty motherfuckers.

I'm an officer.

An officer?

If I'd knew you were officer,

I'd left your ass right

out there, motherf***er.

Nardo, we got contact.

Visual. Two figures.

Two hundred yards.

Hello.

Yeah. Hi! Hi!

We friend.

No, no. Stay there, stay there.

American, mai loi.

What you got, Murph?

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