Tunnel Rats

The tunnel is clear.

All right, let's go.

Move it!

Come on, move, man. Move.

Let's go.

Pick up your positions.

Anderson, on that tree line.

Come on,

we gotta get these...

Go!

Move out!

Nicky, I got a letter

from your mother.

All right, boys, let's do it.

We don't got all day.

Welcome home.

Ain't Buckingham Palace,

but looks like something.

Roof, bed to sleep on.

Garraty, how the f*** are ya?

Ladies and gentlemen, this is Garraty.

Don't feed him. He f***in' bites.

Find a bed.

Unpack your kit.

Yeah. Hey, hey,

welcome, welcome.

Bunch of f***ing clowns.

Gentlemen, we chow

at 1700 hours.

That's it. That's my bit.

The illustrious Lieutenant

Hollowborn. Sir.

Men, I'm Lieutenant Hollowborn .

I don't give a f***

what you did before.

There's no dope smoking

in this platoon.

You settle in,

get some chow, get some rest.

We open our first tunnel

tomorrow.

You have any problems,

talk to Sergeant Heaney.

Or me, or whatever.

First tunnel tomorrow?

Great.

Three months off the boat and

I'm already in this hellhole.

That's my stuff.

- What's your name, white bread?

- Miller.

It's early to get

your ass whipped.

F*** this sh*t.

Uh, you're on my bunk.

- Yeah. You wanna trade?

- No.

Goddamn it.

You look in the Bible

at the Battle of Jericho.

Joshua is ordered by Yahweh to slay

every man, woman, child, cattle

and slave of his enemy. That's

how you win a f***ing war.

You want the prisoner hung?

That f***ing gook murdered five

of my men. I want him hung.

I understand, lieutenant,

but he's still a soldier.

He's not a soldier.

He's not in uniform.

I want him hung.

Yes, sir.

Corporal.

Platoon, form up.

Witness the execution.

You heard him.

Let's go. Let's go.

This man

is a VC sniper.

He's killed at least five

of our brothers.

We show no mercy.

We take no prisoners.

Best gook's a dead gook.

They're sick.

- They're sick.

- Garraty, cut him down.

All right.

Where I come from,

that's murder.

You got a problem with the Army,

or with me, a**hole?

I believe I've got

a problem with you, sir.

Good.

You one of the new guys?

How long you been here?

A while.

- Heard about the tunnels?

- Yeah.

- Ever been in one?

- A few.

Well, sh*t.

Welcome to the camp.

- Porterson.

- Johnson.

All right.

Thanks.

Johnson, right?

Miller. Bob Miller.

And you are...?

- Porterson.

- Porterson.

Right.

Man, I just cannot

get used to this food.

My mom's the best cook.

Her brisket

is out of this world.

Every Friday night,

we have the best Shabbat dinner.

Me, her, the entire

neighborhood.

I can't wait to get back.

She's sick, my mom.

Every week I'm away, it breaks

her heart more and more.

If I lose her

before I get back...

- Gary, right?

- Yeah.

Miller.

People like Miller

got no business being here.

- I know.

- Blabbermouths.

Nothing they say

is ever worth hearing.

Talking too much out here can get

you hurt, get other people killed.

Take a look at them,

for example.

Battle-hardened vets, they come

in, eat their chow and leave.

Then you got enlisted types who

think this is a f***ing game.

Then there's guys like Miller.

Future KIA.

Someone who talks a lot because

he's scared shitless to be here.

Well, I hope this

makes you feel better.

You wanna play God,

you son of a b*tch?

Is that what you

wanna do, play God?

It ain't about God or the devil,

Harris. It's about survival.

All right.

Charlie's gonna kill you

just for f***ing being here.

He doesn't care

if you're a nice guy.

Same old sh*t.

Verano, come here.

- Sarge?

- What's wrong with the food?

Just tastes bad, sergeant.

I know. Where you from?

- Michigan.

- Yeah?

My wife's folks have a place in

Charlevoix. Know where that is?

- Yeah. Really?

- It's around the lake.

It's beautiful.

- Can I ask you a question?

- Yeah.

You ever get scared out there?

Let me tell you the

only thing you need to know.

This place is

all about survival.

It's not black and white.

It's all grey.

The sooner you realize that,

the better chance you've got

of packing your sh*t

together one day

and doing that

duffle bag drag

back to the world.

- Understand?

- Yeah.

All right.

Now finish your meal.

Over here. Over here.

- All right, going for three?

- Going for three.

You beat me twice. I think

you're trying to hustle me, boy.

- Show me the queen.

- Here we go.

- The queen, you got it?

- Got it.

Look at this beautiful

black queen.

- Lookin' at her?

- Yeah.

Keep your eye on her, boy. Come

on. You ready? Where's she at?

You got her, right?

Keep your eyes open, boy.

All you've gotta think about

is that beautiful, black,

- thick queen. Where's she at?

- She's right there.

- You sure?

- Positive.

- Damn, boy. Look at that.

You're getting hustled,

Verano.

Stop corrupting Terence.

Nobody's corrupting.

Am I corrupting you?

- No.

- Trying to learn something.

- OK.

- Damn this thing.

Big, heavy ass.

Come on, split six.

- Six?

- Yep. Come on.

- You ready?

- I'm ready.

Let's go.

Where you at, boy?

- Where's she at?

- She's right there.

- You sure?

- I'm positive.

Uh-oh. Shame, boy.

Come on, pay up.

- Big f***ing surprise.

- All good. You'll win next time.

Better save your cigarettes,

Terence.

Ain't got nothing

to do with you.

What you reading

over there, man?

Romans, Chapter 11.

Romans, Chapter 11.

You hear that?

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