Windtalkers Page #3

We're gonna be in front

of the whole damn division.

We're gonna be the eyes and the ears.

We're gonna be

sniffin' out enemy positions,

coordinating the naval gunfire -

exactly what we've been training to do

for the last four months. All right?

Now, we got some new radiomen

from headquarters.

There's a Private Whitehorse...

and Yahzee...

and a couple of sergeants,

Enders and Henderson,

who, if I'm understanding

these orders correctly,

will be covering our Navajos' asses.

Goddamn you, Joe Enders!

...but I'm tellin' you, we'll be steppin'

into our share of the sh*t nonetheless.

Any questions?

Sounds like you're dying.

These might help get rid of the taste.

Charlie and I, we both lost it

on the boat ride from San Diego.

Not many bodies of water in Arizona.

Life Savers really helped.

You want a Life Saver?

What are you doin' here?

Just trying to help.

Not what I meant.

You mean what am I doing

in this uniform?

It's my war too, Sergeant.

I'm fighting for my country,

for my land, for my people.

Not your people I'm worried about.

Listen, Enders, I'm a codetalker.

It takes me two-and-a-half minutes

to do what used to take an hour.

Now, somebody wearing

a lot more stripes than you

thinks that's worth something.

Remind me to time you when

you got bullets flying over your head.

What the hell's wrong with you?

Shave his belly with a rusty razor

Shave his belly with a rusty razor

Early in the morning!

From the halls of Montezuma

To the shores of Tripoli

We will fight our country's battles

On the land and on the sea

First to fight for right and freedom

And to keep our honor clean

We are proud to claim the title

Of United States Marines

Hi.

How's that ear?

Not that you'd ever admit it, but if

it starts aching, take a couple of those.

And call me in the morning.

You're not gonna be here

in the morning, are you?

Shipping out without even

buying me a drink.

Ought to be ashamed of yourself,

hustling a... hustling marines.

What's your poison?

Jeez, might as well go all out.

I'll get a shot of something.

Rum.

Eddie, give me a shot of Bacardi.

Make that two.

May as well join me, huh?

- Why not?

- OK.

Thank you.

Well... to war.

Let's go, let's go, let's go!

Get those men spread out!

Charlie, come on, come on, come on!

Come on, keep up!

Let's go, let's go, let's go! Come on!

- How am I doin'?

- You're good.

Let's go!

Stay on my ass.

I told you to stay on my ass!

- Stay low!

- Get out of there!

Go!

Get him outta there!

Get me outta here!

- Hold still, damn it!

- Get him outta there!

You sons of b*tches!

Fortino! Cover me!

Whitehorse, get down!

Get down!

Pappas!

Corpsman!

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