USS Indianapolis: Men of Courage Page #5

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All ahead, Bendix.

MAN:
She was a four at port,

but she was a 10 on the ship!

Y'all are really lucky

I cut my right cross today.

Doing what?

Changing your tampon?

Yeah, laugh it up, ya mug.

Okay, $75, Deuce.

That's another 50

to Sanchez, right.

25 to Quinn.

Sh*t.

MAN:
Anybody know

where we're going

after we drop cargo?

MAN #2:
All right, chowder heads,

who took my bag?

MAN #3:
Nobody took your bag,

you idiot.

Are you worth $850,

you shiny devil, huh?

MAN:

Alpha, Romeo, tango.

Sir? Where are we headed

after the drop?

Not my concern.

Or yours.

Hey, so what's

in the crate, huh?

I hear it's toilet paper

for General MacArthur.

(CHUCKLES)

So why'd you join

the Marines?

To kill people.

Your requested cereal,

Chief.

Hey, Lindy here

has a confession to make.

This a**hole wanted

to join the Army.

But he ended up in the Navy,

and he doesn't know how to swim.

I'll tell him tell him why

he doesn't need to know

how to swim.

Because we won't be going

in the water, sir?

Hey, son, you any idea

how old the ship is?

It's 13 years old.

13 is an unlucky number.

We have the unlucky privilege

of carrying God knows what

with no protection

across the ocean.

So you don't need to swim

because if you go in the drink,

and the Japs don't get you...

here... the sharks will.

Sharks, sir?

Si, seor,

the great white shark.

Very top of the food chain.

No natural enemies,

an ancient killer left over

from the dinosaur age

when there was still a big

food supply in the water.

Go that way, you guys.

Now up on the land

by some evolutionary accident,

we developed these big brains,

and we invented weapons.

So we got used to being

at the top of the food chain,

but once you step

in that saltwater,

right back to the bottom

of the food chain.

Even if you swim well,

we look pathetic to sharks.

They think were wounded,

split up the middle, you know?

Five rows of dagger-like

teeth and jaws...

that can bend steel.

(GROWLS)

It's okay. Apparently,

we're not good eatin'.

'Course, they don't know that

until they shred us up pretty good

and we're bleeding

everywhere

and nothing turns a shark

on more...

than blood.

(METAL CLANGS)

- Sorry.

- Yeah.

I was sent down here

for an engine room punch.

- XO send you?

- Yes, Chief.

Yeah?

Look at that nose.

Look at that nose!

Look at it.

You can be thankful

you didn't get an engine room punch

- in the nose.

- Y-yes, Chief.

I wouldn't worry

about it, though.

Our luck will hold

as long as we have

our little white dove of peace here.

She's our good luck charm.

All right, back to work!

Captain wants the boat

at top speed.

Chief, doves have longer

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