Tigerland Page #3
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Sergeant Thomas.
Private Cantwell reporting
to the weapon shed as ordered.
Sergeant Thomas?
Glad you waited up for me, Dad.
This the scene where the troublemaker
gets beaten by his buddies?
Somebody got beaten.
Cantwell.
Jesus!
-What happened?
-l think it was Sergeant Thomas.
Damn it.
Anybody report it?
Why? It's not gonna put
his face back together.
He was trying
to f*** around like you.
l'm sorry this happened to you.
There ain't gonna be
no more clowning from you.
You hear?
Go wash up and hit the rack.
Shut your cake-hole, Miter.
You're giving Cantwell a headache.
l'm telling you, and that's like
getting an order from the sergeant.
Don't make me put you on report.
Give it a rest.
It's been a hard day for all of us.
Don't you give me a hard time, Paxton.
You're okay.
You'll be a good soldier,
but this individual--
He wants to be a bumblefuck.
He wants to laugh at everything we do.
He'll hurt this platoon.
What are you, 20 years old?
Just because you wear sergeant stripes
don't mean you ain't gonna die.
Where you going that we ain't, Bozz?
You best start to soldiering, boy,
or you're coming home in a bag.
F***.
Just wanted you to know,
l've taken a great dislike to you.
-ls there anything else, Wilson?
-No.
l'm gonna tell you something.
This is the last time you'll hear it.
You can't kill a dink with a ricochet.
Oh, this is all about killing people?
Well, sh*t.
So you can shoot when you want to.
When l want to.
ldea of killing dinks excite you?
Cease fire. Cease fire.
Get your targets, scumbags.
All clear.
You can't hit your targets,
there'll be hell to pay.
Sh*t, l do believe that's
Cantwell's target there, boys.
-Not a single bullet hole in it.
-Shut your cracker face, Wilson.
Sgt. Thomas'll chew my ass for chow.
You ain't gonna be making
You gonna be busy. All asses and
elbows, picking up ciggie butts.
You're a one-man campaign
to make the world uglier.
-l ain't afraid of you, Bozz.
-Yes, you are, Wilson.
-You're just too stupid to realize it.
-Okay then, Sunday school.
You're such a goddamn saint,
give Cantwell your target.
-l'll give him yours.
-You take that and l'll--
Jesus H. Christ, what's
the purpose of this clusterfuck?
-Wilson switched targets with Cantwell.
-That's true.
-That's bullshit.
-Lie down.
-Permission to--
-Now, shitbird!
Yes, sergeant.
You know why this man's on the ground?
Because he's dead!
He's dead.
And you can't bury him.
Do you know why?
-Why, sarge?
-Because you're dead too!
You're all dead...
...because you don't know how
to fire weapons on semi-automatic.
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