Korea, 1950.
America fights in a war that leaves two million dead.
The fighting ends in a draw, leaving Korea divided-
North and South- and technically still at war.
The North becomes a surreal blend of Stalinism, Communism...
and cult of personality dictatorship, known to the world...
as the Democratic People's Republic of Korea, or the D.P.R.K.
April 1994. The D.P.R.K. Stuns the world...
when it announces its withdrawal from the nonproliferation treaty...
and reveals its plan to build nuclear weapons.
May 1994.
Determined to prevent North Korea from becoming a nuclear power...
President Bill Clinton orders Defense Secretary William Perry...
to draw up military OPLAN 5027-
a U.S. Surgical strike on the nuclear reactor at Yongbyon.
Many voice their concern the D.P.R.K. Might retaliate...
with their 11,000 artillery tubes trained on Seoul, South Korea.
Just as the N.S.C. Is meeting to discuss the evacuation...
of all nonmilitary personnel in Seoul...
there is a telephone call from former U.S. President Jimmy Carter.
As a private citizen, President Carter had flown to Pyongyang...
met with North Korea's leader, Kim II Sung...
and struck a deal which averted military action.
Had OPLAN 5027 been executed...
the Pentagon had projected up to one million deaths.
Few people realize, in June 1994...
America was days, if not hours, away from war with North Korea.
They're gonna crucify Weylon for this.
- How long till launch time? - They're saying six days.
- Ten-hut! - Good morning, sir.
All right, Weylon. Tell me what you know.
Mr. President, Secretary of Defense Beekman is in Qatar for the week...
unless you direct him home sooner.
General Vance, as Chairman of the Joint Chiefs...
- will be discussing the military viewpoint. - Mr. President.
General.
Sir, a-approximately six hours ago...
the Satellite Reconnaissance Center analyzed imaging data from a-
- Mr. President, um- - Oh, I'm sorry, guys. Be seated.
Imaging data from a KH-12 over North Korea...
showing what we can now say with certainty...
is a three-stage, Topol-class intercontinental ballistic missile...
at the Yongjiri missile center.
We were fortunate to acquire these images as the crane was loading the missile...
into its underground silo.
If it was half an hour later, we never would have seen it.
The longest-range missile North Korea had prior to this...
would have run out of fuel somewhere over Alaska.
Three stages means it can hit New York, Washington, D.C. - Anywhere in CONUS.
- What do we know about its payload? - It's impossible to say.
- Could it be a warhead or a nuclear device? - We can't say.
It's not likely, Mr. President.
The Lockheed KH-12 has a rotating periscope mirror...
which means it can get a high angle of obliquity.
We're gonna spin the bird around, get a better angle.
That'll help us determine the load.
We've always assumed North Korea would never deploy a long-range missile like this...
because of our certain and inevitable military response.
Sir, even test-firing a three-stage rocket is a 10-year leap forward...
in their strategic capabilities...
and it represents a direct and grave threat to our national security.
We won't let that happen.
Let's try to keep things under control tonight, okay?
Let's try.
- Shultiess, how you doin'? - Good, sir.
What are you doing?
Master Chief asked me to tell him when this old man gets off the phone.
Well, carry on.
Where'd you find the banana? Looks like he's 12.
He speaks some Korean, and he's a hell of a shot.
I need, like, 200500-won coins just to call Boston. Isn't that ridiculous?
- L.T., did you get the score of the 49ers game?
- What was that, 36-27? - Guys, come on. I'm tryin' to count.
- The field temperature was, like, 97. - You happy?
You guys suck. Get me a beer.
- Meideros, what's goin' on? - I got two 8,000-pound laser-guided chopsticks...
suspended from an extended-range CH-53 chopper, and I'm figuring-
Bad idea. You're way vulnerable to R.P.G.'s coming from those soy sauce bottles.
Bound to be small-arms fire coming from the fish flakes.
I bet you even money there's a sniper hiding in that bowl of jigae.
- Gotta think. - That's why I roll with you, man.
- Master Chief! - Keep your eye on these.
- Baby, is that you? - Fifty bucks says he starts bawlin'.
- I'll take that. - I love you so much.
- Here it comes. - I miss you.
Just tell me what's going on? Are you okay? Yeah. Yeah.
Wait, wait. Here it comes. Wait for it.
- A girl? - Wait for it.
- This is sad, man. I can't look. - I got a baby girl?
- Waterworks. - What's up with that?
Hello? Amy!
Hello? This goddamn-
- It's a girl? - It's a girl, dude.
- I got a baby girl. - Yeah! Congratulations, man.
Yo, um, I already talked to Amy about it.
We're gonna name her Bobbi.
That's real nice, Spaz.
- I got a baby girl, man. - You got a baby girl.
I got a baby girl, gentlemen!
What's on offer, General?
Sir, we propose Operation Sheet Lightning-
a surgical strike on the missile site.
Multiple Cruise missile launches concurrent with sorties...
from seven B-2 Stealth Spirits and five -117 As.
Ellie?
If it was any other sovereign nation, sir, I'd urge negotiations.
But D.P.R.K. -
There is just no viable diplomatic option.
And if they do test that missile...
it devastates our footing in the multilateral talks.
Yeah.
- Have the warning orders been given, General? - Yes, sir.
Okay. So we take out the missile site.
What's Pyongyang gonna do?
Well, sir, I think Kim's people could be persuaded to stand down.
I think the general overestimates my skills of diplomacy, sir.
What are they gonna do, Weylon?
Either a cantankerous political-diplomatic protest...
or some sort of military response- not much in between.
Sir?
Sir, that is Commander Tim Mackey...
Commander, U.S. Naval Base, Jinhae, South Korea.
Mr. President, if we attack that missile site...
the D.P.R.K. Will most surely counterattack at Seoul...
using their 11,000 artillery tubes.
That's possible.
Or a more proportional response would be Scud missile attack...
against the research center at Taejon.
The South Koreans respond with a strike at the D.M.Z. -
Or the Pyongyang nuclear facility.
And the North Koreans respond with their artillery.
We bomb them- They bomb their neighbors.
We have a contingency, sir, should the North attempt that-
Operation Swift Rage.
We can neutralize 90% of North Korea's response capabilities...
in the first 24 hours of hostilities.
And we'd be at war.
Sir, I believe we've been at war for at least six hours now.
Mr. President, if I may?
Negative, Commander.
Go on, Commander.
Mr. President, in 1997...
North Korea opened its air space to commercial airliners.
A platoon from SEALs Team 1 could board a commercial airlines flight in Seoul...
deploy over North Korea-
You don't think the North Koreans would pick up a commercial airliner...
leaving from a U.S. Military base in South Korea?
Leaving from a U.S. Military base in South Korea?
Sir, we would just dress the SEALs up...
walk 'em right through Incheon International...
put 'em on a chartered commercial airliner and take off...
mixed right in with civilian traffic.
Completely undetectable.
We would deploy over North Korea...
glide the 60 miles to the Yongjiri missile site...
and sabotage the missile as it's being fueled.
Secondary explosions should destroy the entire complex.
Whole thing will be perceived as an industrial accident of some kind.
North Korea'd have no grounds to retaliate.
And if it turned out to be a nuclear warhead, what about the radiation?
The blast from the fuel explosions would be massive, sir.
Even though it wouldn't be an atomic blast...
it would probably create its own mushroom cloud.
The heat from the blast would incinerate any nuclear materials...
alleviating any radiation concerns.
Sir, I don't recommend this.
If they're detected, it's an act of war, and we lose the element of surprise.
What's the window of opportunity to explore a Special Ops plan?
I'd say 72 hours, but I wouldn't-
- Seventy-two hours. - Sir, a covert action?
L-We need to send a strong proportional and visible response...
to the North Koreans- to the whole world-
to put them on notice that that dog don't hunt.
We will never allow them to be an I.C.B.M. Power.
Commander Mackey, could you be ready in 72 hours?
Yes, sir. I believe we could be ready.
Admiral?
It's not much time to put a mission together, sir, but-
I understand.
Gentlemen, keep up with your preparations.
I'll give you a decision within six hours.
Yes, sir. We'll give it everything we've got.
Thank you, Mr. President.
"Give it everything we've got." Tell me I didn't just say that.
What are you looking at?
- Get Lieutenant James in here. - Yes, sir.
Mr. President...
- Kim Jong II is 5'2'". He wears four-inch lifts. - Sexy.
He lives in a pleasure palace where he indulges his penchant for Swedish prostitutes.
This missile is pompous grandstanding by a very small man.
Sir, in 1996, the Korea Institute for National Reunification...
applied a computer model that accurately predicted Eastern Europe's collapse.
- Yeah? - According to the model-
North Korea should have collapsed in 1992.
I say we give this job to Special Ops and make this all go away...
and let North Korea collapse when it collapses.
Cam?
Yeah.
Okay.
Tell Mackey his mission is a "go."
But keep General Vance and his Stealth bombers on standby...
should the SEALs fail.
- Lieutenant. - Colonel. Thanks for the lift today, sir.
- Well, they gave us a nice plane for this one. - I see that.
- We gonna get miles for this? - No, but I did order you the kosher meal.
- L.T.C. - Okay, guys, grab a seat and stow your stuff.
Let me know when you and your guys get settled in. We'll be on our way.
Appreciate the hell outta that, sir.
- Hoo-ya, Lieutenant James. - Hoo-ya, Shultiess.
- How you feelin' today, papa? - I feel immortal.
- I'm "the Stoke." - Stoke?
- Oh, it's just my new call sign. - Wasn't aware you had an old one.
Well, my old one was for mortals, and I am immortal.
- I'm the Stoke. - Whatever.
Okay. Good evening, gentlemen...
and welcome to United States Air force light 738...
with nonstop service to the skies over North Korea...
where we'll be jumping from an altitude of approximately 33,000 feet.
- Meideros in the hatch. Barnes, Shultiess, Ballantine.
AK-47s.
Not a scratch, guys. The airline wants this plane back...
in the same condition they gave it to us in.
- You got it, Daiwi. - Daiwi? Why do you guys call him that?
I don't call him that, but I've known him since, like, the second grade.
- Hey, hey! What did he just say? - I'm sorry.
It's okay, kid.
Hey, you scared? Don't lie to me.
Uh- I don't know. Maybe- Maybe a little.
Damn straight you're scared. Who wouldn't be?
- Yeah. - Yeah.
Stick with me, kid. I'm immortal.
Go. Go.
Yeah. A P.V.C. 77 SATCOM.
That's you, schoolboy.
- Give it to Ballantine. - I got it.
Okay, gentleman, time to give up the personal shit.
Throw in the jewels. Let's go, boys.
Be careful with that. That's my wife.
I want these back.
What are those, son?
I said, what are those, Ensign?
- Silver wings, Master Chief! - Bullshit!
Army lead wings, son.
You get 'em inside CrackerJacks.
- Where'd you get 'em, son? - Ort Benning, Master Chief.
Ort Benning, Georgia.
The army's version of 48 hours of intensive training...
crammed into 21 days.
Making pussy-ass static-line jumps out of an Army C-141...
and landing on firm ground.
My one-year-old, Scott Jr., can do that.
- You see these? - Yes, Master Chief.
Navy gold wings, son.
Get those out of my sight. I will teach you to drop like a Navy SEAL-
from heights where there's no air to breathe...
into water so cold you'll wish you was dead.
You will drop at night with N.V.G.'s...
fall five minutes before you pull your cord.
And if you manage to stay alive through all that...
we'll see about getting you a pair of these.
Is that clear?
Hoo-ya, Master Chief!
I don't know why you always bring these, sir.
You just make sure I get 'em back.
Yes, sir.
Check your "O" rings.
How you doin' there, Shultiess?
Good, sir.
Sir, it says here that the Koreans, uh, believe in shamans.
Sometimes he appears as an old man. Sometimes as a tiger.
- Sometimes as a leopard. - Everything's gonna be all right.
Y-Uh-
It's just, uh-
I was glad to read about those shamans, you know?
I don't want to die in a godless land, sir. That's all.
Hey.
Nobody's dying from my stick. You copy that, sailor?
Yes, sir.
Makes me look bad.
- Pressurize in six. - Pressurize in six.
Six minutes. Six. Six to go.
On deck. Six minutes.
- Sir, we're ready for the bounce. - Okay.
Two minutes.
- All right, listen up. - What is your problem?
I'm throwing up. I hate jumping out of airplanes.
- Swallow it. - I am.
"Pencil-dick" engineers designed this aircraft...
to carry pussy-ass businessmen from Omaha to St. Louis.
- If they see you chuckin', they're gonna red tag you. - I know.
We may find it useful to jump out of a commercial piece of shit such as this.
What I don't get is why you go Navy SEALs when you hate jumping out of airplanes.
I like swimming. I'm a good swimmer.
Depressurize.
Now, obviously, the pencil dicks in Seattle...
didn't design this ramp to be deployed under these conditions.
The system's hydraulics can't compete with the overwhelming force...
of the airstreams under the fuselage...
preventing the stairs from locking into place.
Fortunately, the U.S. Navy has devised "the bounce."
Now, personally...
I've seen men injured, maimed...
and even killed attempting to do this.
So I suggest you pay close att-
Like I said-
Anyone laughs, you're fucking dead.
Shultiess. You're jumping first.
Trust me. It's better that way.
The high-altitude, high-opening drop- the HAHO.
The single most effective aerial infiltration available to the special warfare operator.
Ensign James, if I hear one snortle, one snicker...
one chuckle out of you or Callaghan...
I will personally give you both one of these. I shit you not!
- Understood? - Hoo-ya, Master Chief.
The MT1 X-The crown jewel- The crown jewel-
The crown jewel of naval parachutes.
It can put a spec war operator anywhere on this earth at any time.
Provided, that is, you survive the jump.
- All right, Barnes. Open her up. - Oxygen.
Although the missile has already been lowered into its underground casing...
we were able to use thermal imaging to acquire these new target folders.
Rom this lower perigee...
these images clearly show a diamond-shaped missile tip.
Indicative of a nuclear-tipped warhead.
Mr. President, we can now say with high confidence...
that this missile was designed to deliver a nuclear device.
How do we know it's carrying one?
How do we know it's not a dummy warhead...
that's tricked out to look like a nuclear warhead?
Well, sir, when plutonium is reprocessed to make a nuclear bomb material...
it emits a radioactive gas- krypton-85.
Our Lacrosse synthetic aperture radar detected this gas from Yongjiri...
at levels consistent with the existence of a mid-range...
three-to-five megaton nuclear device.
Mr. President, we are as sure about this as we ever were about any Soviet missile site.
That is an actual, live, nuclear-tipped missile on the launchpad.
What's more disturbing, Mr. President, is they seem to be fueling this missile...
to its highest alert level.
In this condition, it could be launched within three minutes of receiving a "go" order.
- And then how much time do we have- - Thirty minutes.
That's right.
A Topol-class missile launched from North Korea...
would strike the United States...
in approximately 30 minutes.
Once it's in the air, there is no asset in our arsenal that can bring it down.
Sir, in light of this, I think we ought to revisit your decision...
to give Mackey's team the go-ahead.
- Mazetti, you're up. - Let's go, Mazetti!
- Good bounce. - Thank you, sir.
Good bounce, Mazetti!
- Ten bucks says the new guy freezes. - Shut up, Mazetti!
Shultiess!
- Happy jumping, Shultiess. - Thank you, sir.
Meideros!
This is what we do, boys.
Whoo!
Mazetti, hold on.
Hold on, guys. Back up.
Team Leader, this is the cockpit. Pentagon is saying stand down.
Abort.
- Abort! - Abort!
Un-fucking-believable.
We have an abort mission. You keep these boys on the plane!
Bobby!
- What the hell's going on, Chief! - Get back, sailor.
Mazetti, on the hatch. Ballantine, check the hydraulics.
What are you doing? Our guys are out there!
Following orders. Now step back, Master Chief.
That's bullshit! They got no SATCOM!
Bobby is completely fucked down there.
They will send a cleanup team. Mazetti, on the hatch!
Ballantine, take it off. Take it off!
Callaghan, what are you doing?
Can't send a clean-up crew, 'cause they'll never find 'em, and the North KO's will.
That's not for you to decide. Mazetti, on the hatch!
Callaghan, you will not exit this plane.
Barnes, I am making this jump!
Callaghan, don't be an idiot!
Track this leg for coordinates.
Stay on oxygen until we stabilize.
Exit airplane, proper body position.
Forget that.
Today, we're gonna go through a variety of non-optimal parachute functions-
inversions, cigarette rolls, line-overs, totals...
And my personal favorite- the Mae West.
All of which have one thing in common- They're all fatal.
Stay with the program. Don't deploy in spin.
Spin recovery- full spread eagle. Spin recovery- arch back.
Don't deploy. Recover position.
Gain control. Deploy parachute.
Come on, Bobby, stay with the program.
Gain control. Deploy parachute. Brace for opening shock.
On rare occasions, your parachute will fail to deploy.
It is for this reason the U.S. Navy provides you with a reserve chute.
But before you attempt to cut away your main chute...
you must first cut away your Twinkie.
Cut away the chute.
Get to the Twinkie. Get to the Twinkie.
Worse than a total deployment failure is a partial deployment.
Centrifugal force rushes all the blood from your brain to your feet.
Fifteen seconds, you get tunnel vision.
Ten seconds, you black out.
After that, you die.
Ka-bar knife. Right thigh pocket.
Full spread eagle. Brace for opening shock.
Crown jewel, my ass.
What's going on, Admiral?
The situation's very fluid here.
Our of my guys jumped before the recall order was-
That's not how I heard it, Commander.
I heard two of your guys, including your lieutenant, jumped after the red.
Rom what I gather, General Vance...
Lieutenant James slipped and was sucked out the plane.
- And Callaghan? - Well, he may have jumped before the order.
- His comm unit was probably- - Don't bullshit a bullshitter, Mackey.
Your men lack discipline. They got no respect for chain of command.
- I disagree with that assessment, sir. - You think they're heroes?
They're cowboys. They're gonna get people killed. You better pray they're not detected.
I've ordered Team 1 Helo Platoon to organize an exfil-
No, sir. You will not.
- General, my guys are my res- - Your guys will dig in and stay put.
The president has ordered a surgical strike at the missile site.
Your guys will do B.D.A. And when that's done, our guys will pull 'em out in a Pave Low.
And when is this happening, sir?
You'll know when you need to know, Commander.
Echo 7 Yankee. Any up?
Report in. Over.
Echo 7 Yankee. Any up? Report in. Over.
Get that.
Echo 2 on site.
Also Echo- Uh, what number are you?
- That would be three. - Also Echo 2-3. Three. Over.
Copy that. Echo 2, Echo 3.
- What's your position? Over. - Give me your G.P.S.
Uh-
- 221 by 39.851. Over. - Copy that. Stand by.
Okay. We're 20 miles apart.
Proceed to coordinates 2107 by 38.720. Over.
- Roger that. - Get there as fast as you can, Echo 3.
L.T., where are the others?
We're it. Over.
Not entirely, Echo 7. Echo 12 in the air.
- No shit? - No shit.
All right. Echo 3, you got a 10-mile hump ahead of ya.
- Get movin". - Roger that.
Echo 12, glide to these coordinates.
Sir, why haven't we turned this plane around? We have got to get back to base.
Son, we're flying commercial airspace with a commercial I... signature.
- Any deviation of our flight plan, they'll- - Shit.
You're right. I'm sorry, Colonel.
We got to get back to base, A.S.A.P.
I got four guys down there that need my help.
I understand.
We'll drop off the North Korean radar somewhere over Kazakhstan...
then vector back to Seoul.
I'll have you in South Korea in under four hours.
Thank you, sir.
Did you jump on the red?
- Oh, Jesus, man. You scared me. - Did you jump on the red?
Yes, I did. How about a little help getting me down from here?
- That was real dumb, Spaz. - Yeah, I know.
It's not funny, Neil.
- I don't suppose you brought a SATCOM? - No.
But I did bring my travel backgammon.
One P.V.C. 77 satellite-encrypted transceiver.
Good job, Spaz.
- Thanks. - But you're still in a lot of trouble.
- How are they? - There's four of them on the ground.
They're all okay. They're scattered in two spots.
- What's his call sign? - Echo 7.
Echo 7, you all right? Any injuries?
Yeah, we're all tip-top, sir.
Okay, listen up. Your mission has been recalled.
I want you to reconnoiter to a safe hide site and dig in awaiting exfiltration.
Keep your terrestrial comms to a minimum.
There's not a lot of R... up there. You guys'll stick out bad.
- Sir, we had a rubber-duck contingency. - It's been aborted.
- Any time estimate on exfil, sir? - Not at this time.
Understood.
Make contact again at 1800.
Alpha Whiskey out.
1800. Echo 7 out.
All right. Let's hump, Stokeman.
Hey. It's "the Stoke."
Sir? Master Chief Barnes is here.
- Sir. - Master Chief.
Requesting permission to mount a boat-drop rescue mission.
Barnes...
there's not gonna be a boat drop.
They're gonna exfiltrate using an MH-53 Pave Low.
How's a chopper gonna avoid detection, sir?
When we're bombing the shit out of them, we won't be so worried about detection.
Sir, we've got four Navy SEALs downrange behind enemy lines.
- They are sitting ducks- - Did you come in here to tell me that, Chief?
There's not gonna be a navy rescue.
Flyboys will handle this.
- Return to your staging area. - Sir.
Shultiess, get the computer and bring up a sat image of the area.
There's a little village about a half klick down the hill that wasn't even on this goddamn map.
Of course.
At nightfall, we're gonna move to the top of these mountains...
then east, over into this area here.
It's more remote, but it's closer to the missile site.
They're probably gonna ask us to do B.D.A.
- So we might as well dig in near the site. - Hey, L.T. Look-
all due respect-
I didn't risk a court-martial to do bomb damage assessment...
for a bunch of faggot-ass F-117 flyboys. Now, look.
Let's just go find that missile site and blow its ass up.
You done?
Shh!
Bobby, he saw us. What should we do?
Shut up!
- Callie, check the window! - L.T., what do you want me to do?
I got her.
Neil, cover that window.
Stop! You got to shut up!
Neil, shut her up!
- Shultiess, grab her! - Meideros, grab her!
I got her!
Bobby, get out of there!
Shultiess! Meideros! On me!
Neil, let's go! Come on!
Meideros, get us restocked! Shultiess, check our six.
Fucker shot me right in my Kevlar.
Seeing how we're compromised...
can we call in for an exfiltration?
Negative on that. We're on our own.
This way's no good. Cliffs.
All right. We're gonna have to turn around, take the fight to them.
- We're gonna leapfrog in pairs. Meideros, you're with me. - Gotcha.
No different than a live-fire exercise, San Clemente.
Hey! Radio frequency charts are in my right thigh pocket, okay?
And all the instructions are right there too.
I expect you to hand them to me if I need them.
On your command, Daiwi.
Let's go to work.
Come on, kid.
- Advance! - Callie! Come on!
R.P.G.!
Meideros! Get over here!
Echo 7 to base. Do you copy?
Base, this is Echo 7. Do you copy? Over.
Bobby! We're gonna die!
Bobby! Man down!
We got to get out of here! Come on!
Stay with me, Shultiess. Stay with me.
I can't see anything!
Echo 7 to base. We have brevity code Charlie. I repeat- Charlie.
We're facing heavy enemy fire. We have engaged. Do you copy? Over.
No one is dying on my stick. I told you. Hold tight.
Our father, who art in heaven-
- Mr. Ambassador. - Mr. President.
I was just about to call your president on the phone.
Mr. President, wars are started over misunderstandings.
- I don't quite- - Wars.
And this war will be fought on South Korea's soil.
Your USS Ronald Reagan has made way to the Sea of Japan...
and your destroyer, the USS Lassen is on course to the Yellow Sea.
You don't think North Korea could misconstrue your actions...
as a provocation towards engagement?
- I wouldn't confuse the navy- - from your ships' movements...
I assume you have seen the missile.
Your Navy SEALs were captured...
by the D.P.R.K. Fifth Regiment in Kimhyongjik.
I should say, two captured.
Two of your men... were killed.
How did you get these?
Your government spends billions of dollars on your satellites...
all to avoid putting human intelligence inside hostile territory.
These photos came from one soldier with a $3,000 camera...
connected to a satellite phone.
They were taken four hours ago.
We discovered the missile at Yongjiri 10 days ago...
and we've been watching them assemble it in the caves.
Our Special Operations Task force 121 infiltrated the area.
We were wondering when you were going to discover it.
Were you ever planning on telling us about this grave threat?
Mr. Ambassador, when we first discovered the missile...
we had hopes for a preemptive Special Operations mission.
- It required the utmost secrecy- - Your mission was compromised.
Yes.
It was an act of war against the D.P.R.K.
- We felt that we could count- - Their retaliation will be against my country.
How could you have such-
We're trying to preserve a fragile peace.
By attacking a sovereign country.
Your administration has always preached regime change, and now you see the chance to effect it.
All that stands in the way are the many hundreds of thousands of lives-
Korean lives- that will be lost in the process.
- It won't be hundreds of thousands. - That'll be all, General.
And should you succeed, what then?
- We have no plans for- - Twenty-three million hungry North Koreans.
Where do they go? New York? Philadelphia?
They come to Seoul.
They come to Seoul like East Germany went to Berlin.
They come to Seoul and destroy our economy.
We are not ready for this. We did not ask for this.
And you- now you- give us no choice but this?
What of China's reactions? Japan's? The United Nations'? The world's reactions?
Mr. Ambassador, we assure you there will be no further military action conducted...
until South Korea and the United States see eye to eye.
That's right.
Then turn your ships around.