Oh, man! Is that what I think it is?
All right, cheesedicks. Welcome to the Nam. Follow me.
I'll be dipped in shit. New meat!
You dudes gonna love the Nam. For-fucking-ever.
365 and a wake-up. Oh, lord.
Watch it below!
Morehouse, drop back to slack.
Who's on tail-end Charlie?
Eagle, Eagle, Ripper Six. Pos rep followsº
Lemur, Alpha, Whiskey, Alpha, Foxtrot....
Warren, you get out on flank.
-Hey, Hoffmeister! -Yo?
You got a smoke?
-No, man, I don't. -Sin loi, man.
Bravo 2-6. What's the delay on point?
Having compass trouble again?
Get a move on, boy.
Boy, what you waiting for?
He ain't gonna bite you.
That's a good gook. Good and dead.
-Cherry. -Yo, cherry!
Move it out. Six says we're jamming them up back there. Over.
Tell that dipshit to get fucked.
This is 2-5. Be advised. We're moving out shortly. Out.
What's the matter with you, Taylor?
You are one simple son of a bitch.
I'm sorry, sergeant.
Get that other cherry up here. Gardner. And the doc.
Gardner, doc, up!
Gardner, doc, to the front!
Gardner, get your ass up the hill, you fat fuck!
Hurry up, bubble-butt!
-You all right? -Ants.
I got ants all over my neck.
You got some red ants.
Reds are killers. Black ants are the worse.
Hurry up, lard-ass!
I'm so tired!
Just a little.
Don't drink too much. I don't want you drinking any more.
I don't want you cramping up.
You're humping too much stuff.
You don't need half this shit.
I'll haul it for you.
But next time check with me first, all right?
Thanks, sarge.
-Are you okay? -Yeah.
2-2, this is six. I understand you have a bird inbound at your pos.
Bravo Six, be advised.
Resupply helo is inbound at this time. Over.
Go, you people! Get that ammo off now!
It ain't D-E-R-E. It's D-E-A-R.
And Sarah ain't got no two R's, King. Damn, you dumb!
Don't matter. She know what I mean.
She don't read too good nohow.
Look at this shit! Pork again!
Trade me that turkey loaf for this pork shit, man. I can't eat this shit.
What you been smoking?
I hope you don't get that laundry gig. Your ass need to hump, hump.
Hey, white boy! What you waiting for?
That hole won't dig itself.
Come on. Get your dick skin on that thing!
You ain't got all day! Dig, dig!
Somebody once wrote, "Hell is the impossibility of reason. "
That's what this place feels likeº hell.
I hate it already, and it's only been a week.
Some goddamn week, Grandma.
The hardest thing I've ever done is go on point three times this week.
I don't know what I'm doing.
A gook could be right in front of me and I wouldn't know it.
I'm so tired.
We get up at 5º00 a.m...
...hump all day, camp around 4 or 5, dig a foxhole, eat...
... then put out an all-night ambush or a listening post.
Nobody tells me how to do anything because I'm new.
Nobody cares about the new guys. They don't want to know your name.
A new guy's life isn't worth much because he hasn't put his time in yet.
If you're gonna get killed in Nam, it's better to get it in the first weeks.
The logic being, you don't suffer that much.
If you're lucky, you stay in the perimeter...
... then pull a guard shift, so you sleep three or four hours.
But you don't really sleep.
I don't think I can keep this up for a year.
I've made a big mistake coming here.
We got beaucoup movement.
3rd Battalion got hit 1 5 klicks north of here.
Charlie had claymores strung in the trees.
Blew a whole fucking platoon to pieces. Bad shit.
Got two lieutenants and a captain.
Jesus.
All right, who do you want on ambush?
Elias, you take your squad out.
Warren, stay in, but I need Tex and Junior from your squad.
Roger.
Move out in 2-0 mikes.
I thought it was O'Neill's turn tonight.
Tubbs and Morehouse are short.
Fu Sheng is going on R and R tomorrow. You want to send them out on ambush?
You got the fresh meat, buddy.
They don't know shit and we'll probably run into something. Think about it.
Great. What do you want me to do?
Get one of my guys zapped so a lame ass can get his beauty sleep?
Hey, O'Neill...
...take a break.
You needn't be a prick every day.
Elias, get your men ready.
Guy's in 3 years, thinks he's Jesus Christ.
O'Neill, your short-timers stay in, but you go out.
I need veterans out there.
Sergeant Barnes?
I think in front of the men, I need to give the orders.
Yes, sir.
Shit, looks like rain.
It's gonna piss on us all night.
It'll put a serious case of crotch rot on that ugly face of yours.
Goddamn, man. You break your ass for the white man.
No justice around here.
What's O'Neill got, a nose up the lieutenant's ass already?
Why do we always get fucking ambush?
Because it's politics, man. Politics.
-Did I show you a picture of Lucy Jean? -No, you didn't.
She's the one for me all right, that Lucy Jean.
She's waiting for me too.
She's real pretty. You're a lucky guy, Gardner.
You got a picture of your girl?
That leaves some unlucky girl back home, don't it?
Tuck this in.
Shit-can this.
Don't need this. Turn around.
Come on.
Tex! You got Junior and Taylor here on your position.
Elias, don't mess with my pig.
I ain't getting greased tonight. Keep this cheesedick off my ass.
You got Taylor.
Gardner, you're with me.
In case anything happens to you, you get lost or separated...
-...don't yell out, okay? -Okay.
-Just sit tight and we'll get to you. -All right.
Saddle up! Lock and load!
Mom and Dad didn't want me to come here.
They want me to be Just like themº
Respectable, hard-working, a little house, a family.
They drove me crazy with their goddamn world, Grandma. You know Mom.
Having always been sheltered and special...
...I want to be anonymous like everyone else.
Do my share for my country.
Live up to what Grandpa did in the first war, Dad in the second.
Well, here I am. Anonymous, all right.
With guys nobody really cares about.
They come from the end of the line.
Small towns you never heard of.
Polaski, Tennessee. Brandon, Mississippi.
Pork Bend, Utah. Wampum, Pennsylvania.
Two years high school's about it.
If they're lucky, a Job waiting for them in a factory.
Most of them got nothing.
They're poor and unwanted...
...yet they're fighting for our society and freedom.
It's weird. They're the bottom of the barrel, and they know it.
Maybe that's why they call themselves grunts.
Because a grunt can take it, can take anything.
They're the best I've ever seen, Grandma. The heart and soul.
Hey, Taylor?
Hey, cheesedick, you're up.
-What? -You're up.
-Sure you can work the claymores? -I'm sure.
Flick the safety off and bang on it three times.
Three times. I got it.
Don't catch any Z's on me, or I'll sling your sorry ass! Hear me?
Okay.
Maybe I finally found it way down here in the mud.
Maybe from down here I can start up again.
Be something I can be proud of without faking it. Be a fake human being.
Maybe I can see something I don't yet see, learn something I don't yet know.
I miss you. I miss you very much.
Tell Mom I miss her too. Chris.
Junior.
-All right, motherfucker. -It's your shift, man.
Here, take this.
Blow the fucking claymore!
Take the safety off! Damn it!
Get the safety off!
Feed me, Junior! Get over here and feed me!
-Jesus-fucking-Christ! -Easy, boy.
-Doc, Gardner's hit! -Right there!
Oh, shit. I'm hit!
Doc, Taylor's hit! Taylor's hit!
-Oh, shit. -Doc, doc!
How bad is it?
He didn't blow his claymore!
Relax, man. It's a scratch. Hold this on here.
Don't lie. How bad is it?
He let them walk right up on us! He was asleep on his shift!
No, I did not.
Big Harold, keep an eye on him.
Don't let him go into shock.
Shut up!
Shut up and take the pain. Take the pain!
Red rag, red rag, bravo six. I have NDPs at this time. Over.
Hey, little guy, you're gonna be okay.
Don't worry.
Do you know if you're gonna die?
Do you feel it'll all be fine?
No morbid bullshit. You're about to get out of here.
They're gonna give you three hot meals a day. White sheets.
Pretty white nurses will give you blow jobs if you pay them.
-I heard about them white bitches. -Don't baby talk him.
The cocksucker fell asleep. He let them walk right up on us!
Just shut up, Junior.
You relax. Okay, man?
It's not so bad...
...dying.
How long?
Bird's on the way. Hang in there. You'll make it.
Come on, Gardner, hang in there. You're gonna make it!
Come on. Don't quit.
Come on, Gardner, help me. Don't give up!
You all take a good look at this lump of shit.
Remember what it looks like.
You fuck up in a firefight and l guarantee you a trip out of the bush...
...in a body bag.
Out here, assholes, you keep your shit wired tight at all times.
That goes for you, shit-for-brains.
You don't sleep on no fucking ambush.
The next son of a bitch I catch copping Z's in the bush...
...I'm personally gonna make him suffer.
I shit you not.
Tag him and bag him.
I didn't fall asleep, sergeant.
-lt was Junior. -Shut up, chickenshit.
You're in big trouble, boy.
Excuses are like assholes. Everybody's got one.
Knock it off!
We got two men need attention here.
Police up your extra ammo and frags.
Don't leave nothing for the dinks.
Carry Gardner.
Man would be alive if he had a few more days to learn something.
Hey, Taylor.
What's in the breeze?
Got light duty. Three days' worth.
No shit. Too bad we're in base camp anyway.
What you got? Beers?
Stole some from the Top's supply. Shit, he's been stealing it from us.
What are you, back?
Yeah, it looks like it.
Where'd you get the beers, boy?
I found it.
Found it? You're going on report, son, now.
Both of you, come with me. I got a job for you.
Motherfucker!
I'm too short for this shit, man.
They're always fucking with us.
No letup.
Politics, man.
Fucking politics.
That O'Neill's got his nose so far up Top's ass, he's gotta be Pinocchio.
Thirty-nine and a wake-up.
A pause for the cause and I'm a gone motherfucker.
-Back to the world. -I hear you.
I broke a hundred the other day.
Ninety-two left to go. April 17th.
Home to California.
I'll be sitting outside checking out the babes on the beach.
The surfing's gonna be good.
March, man, in Tennessee.
Sniff the pines. Sniff that pussy down by the river.
Hot damn!
Hey, Taylor, how long you got left?
-Three hundred and what? -Thirty-two.
Three hundred and thirty-two days.
Sin loi, my boy.
I can't even remember when I was 332, man.
You gotta count backwards or something, like you got 40 days in.
Think positive, dude.
How in the fuck did you get here anyway? You look educated.
-I volunteered for it. -You did what?
I volunteered.
I dropped out of college and told them I wanted infantry, combat, Vietnam.
You volunteered for this shit, man?
Can you believe that?
You is a crazy fucker, giving up college.
It didn't make much sense. I wasn't learning anything.
Why should the poor kids go to war and the rich kids get away with it?
What we got here is a crusader.
-Sounds like it. -Shit.
You gotta be rich in the first place to think like that.
Everybody knows...
...the poor's always fucked over by the rich.
Always have, always will.
If you be cool, I'll introduce you to some of the heads.
What are the heads?
Later, man.
What's up, brother?
Your Highness has arrived. What's happening?
I thought you was hanging ten in Cambodia.
Why are you in the underworld?
This ain't Taylor. Taylor been shot. This is Chris. He been resurrected.
You lame, Taylor?
Are you lame or something?
Go ahead, old man. Smoke it.
Your shit's in the wind, troop.
Hey, man. What's happening?
If you do that "baa," you do it right.
You're weird, man.
You're a child. I don't waste time on you.
-First time? -Yeah.
Then the worm has definitely turned for you, man.
Feel good?
Yeah, it feels good. I got no pain in my neck now.
Feeling good's good enough.
Put your mouth on this.
Where the hell is everybody, man?
They're getting high. Bunch of hopheads. They think they're special.
Listen to that. That's a bad jam.
Redneck noise, dude. That's all it is.
Make about as much sense as you do.
All them chucks be rapping about how they losing their ho...
...saying how they ain't got no bread for beer.
Fuck that honky shit! Gotta get me some Motown jams, dig it?
What are you talking that shit for?
Junior, you ever smoke any shit?
That's right.
You trying to keep the black man down and string him out on that shit.
But the time's coming when the black man will throw that yoke off.
Simple. Free your mind, your ass will follow.
Yeah, I can dig it, man. You smoke that shit and everything gets weird.
You hear about gooks putting chemicals in the grass...
...so we don't fight, so we become pacifists.
But don't you worry, Bunny, you's a killer anyway.
But I still like a piece of pussy once in a while.
Nothing like a piece of pussy, except maybe the lndy 500.
Only way you get pussy is if the bitch dies and wills it to you...
...and then maybe.
How's it going, Bunny?
L.T.
Check it out.
You like that?
Terrific.
I'll send it home.
Hey, Junior.
-Lieutenant. -Hello, sir.
Rodriguez, that's quite a shrine you have.
Thank you, sir.
-You need anything? -No, sir.
Now, wait. This guy's three or four times my size.
He's in the O'Neill death grip.
He doesn't know whether to shit or go blind.
-What do you say, L.T.? -How you doing, Red?
Not good. This cocksucker has every card in the deck.
Full house.
You're doing all right.
Yeah, and I ain't even cheating yet.
-Lieutenant, some Kentucky windage? -Oh, thanks, Andy.
Play, lieutenant?
No. Wouldn't want to get raped by you guys.
Why's that, lieutenant? What are you saving up to be?
Jewish?
I gotta run.
I'll catch you men later. Enjoy yourselves tonight.
That is one sorry-ass motherfucker.
What do you say there, Bob? A guy like that make it? Yes or no?
I have to say that's precisely what I saw.
Sometimes I just look at a guy, and I know he's not going to make it.
Just no fucking way.
New Year's Day. 1968.
Just another day. Staying alive.
Lots of movement near the Cambodian border. NVA regiments moving across.
A lot of little firefights, ambushes.
We drop bombs, then we walk through the Jungle like ghosts in a landscape.
Bunker.
Where?
Bravo 2, Bravo 2-5. I've got beaucoup bunkers up here. Over.
2-5, 2. Roger. Bunkers at point. Two actuals on the way. Over.
Bravo 6, Bravo 2. Be advised there is a bunker complex up front.
We're on our way down. Over.
See you next week.
Taylor, get your ass up on that flank, about 50 meters.
Washington, you cover this side.
-Yes, sir. -Get off your ass, Harold.
Shit.
Bummer!
Christ, look at that. The teapot's still boiling. They were just here!
Man, this is spooky, Sander. Let's get out of here.
Watch it, watch it!
Look what we got, Sal.
We got maps.
We got...
-...S-2 stuff. -That's the gooks' stuff. Let's go!
No, Sal, this is important. This is important.
Come on. Let's go.
Booby trap! Get down!
Medic!
Holy gee!
Goddamn it.
We got two men down, sir. There was an explosion.
This-- We need help, sir. ASAP.
Move your ass out of here! One round to get you all!
Rodriguez, move it! Junior, let's go!
Lieutenant.
Tell 6 we need engineers. This pos is full of traps.
They're coming.
NVA were seen at a village half a klick down the river.
Now, 6 says to get there ASAP.
Also, leave four of your men here and a medic.
-All right. -Move it out.
Pull the flanks in! Let's move!
Hey, where's Manny?
Manny, where you at?
We had to reach the village before dark.
We left Elias and some men to keep looking and to wait for the engineers.
But it was King who found him...
...about 1000 yards downriver, not far from the village.
It was the end of the mystery.
The motherfuckers.
The village, which was maybe 1000 years old, didn't know we were coming.
If they had, they would have run.
Barnes was at the eye of our rage and through him, our Captain Ahab...
...who would set things right again.
That day, we loved him.
There he goes, sarge.
-Pick him up. -Yeah, you got it, sarge.
Let's go.
Get that stupid look off your face!
O'Neill, clear out these hooches.
Hey, piggy-piggy. Hey, pig.
Bunny, you've got to bring the hooches down.
Spread out on the right. Watch your back. Let's go!
What do you got here, huh?
Get over there! Move it!
Come on, let's go!
Let's go, Junior, bring them in.
Get out of there, you fuckheads! Move!
Come on!
-Put them in the pigpen! -Get over here.
Get back! Shut up!
Give me your willie pete.
Get back!
Fire in the hole!
Shut up!
Get them out of here!
Oh, fuck! We got one.
Get the fuck out of the hole!
Get out of there. Come on, motherfucker!
Be cool! Be cool! They're scared, man!
Oh, they're scared, huh? What about me, man?
I'm sick of this fucking shit! Come on, motherfucker, move!
Watch this fucker!
Who the fuck do they think we're fighting for?
-You got one more! -Hey, hey!
Well, what have we here?
They have one, two, three, four Mag 58 Czechoslovakian machine guns.
They got two, four....
Barnes, they got enough rice here to feed a whole fucking regiment.
Sergeant Warren, you bring the honcho over here.
Tubbs, get out of there! Junior, burn it!
What the fuck's the matter? I wasn't gonna hurt you!
Look like I was gonna hurt you?
Why didn't you listen to me?! Why didn't you fucking listen to me?!
Fucking stupid?! You stupid asshole!
Get the fuck up here! Come here, motherfucker!
What are you smiling at?! Why the fuck didn't you listen to me?!
Do them, man!
What are you smiling at?! You want something to smile at, huh?!
-You want something to smile at?! -That's right!
-Dance, motherfucker! -Yeah!
Dance, one-legger!
Dance! Dance!
Dance! One-legged motherfucker!
Come on. Come on, let's go, man.
Fucking pussy, man! He's laughing at you!
That's the way the gook laughs.
Yeah, sure you are!
You're real sorry, ain't you?
You're just crying your little hearts out about Sandy and Sal and Manny.
Forget about it, Bunny, huh? Let's go.
What do you say?
Holy shit! You see that fucking head come apart, man?
I never seen brains like that before, man.
I bet you the old bitch runs the whole fucking show.
She probably cut Manny's throat. Probably cut my balls off if she could.
Bunny, we leave now, nobody saw a thing!
You understand, Taylor?
Come on, let's fucking do her! Let's do the whole fucking village!
There's scars on this gook honcho, sarge.
Get out of here, Tubbs.
Where did he get these wounds?
-Says he was hit in a bombing raid. -He's a dink for sure.
Ask him why these weapons are here.
They had no choice. The NVA killed the old honcho when he said no.
-He says all the rice is theirs. -Oh, bullshit, Lerner.
Who the hell was the gook we nailed on the riverbank?
He doesn't know. The NVA ain't been here in a couple of months.
-Maybe he was a scout. -Yeah, sure. A scout.
What about the rice and the weapons?! Who they for?!
An NVC!
That cocksucker knows what I'm saying. Don't you?
Goddamn right he does.
He's lying!
Waste the fucker! Then see who talks.
Look, he says he doesn't know anything.
He hates the NVA, but they come when they want and take over.
What's the bitch saying?
She's going on about why we killed the pigs...
...they're farmers, they have to make a living....
Shut up!
Shut her the fuck up!
You tell him to start talking or I'll waste more of them.
Tell him, Lerner!
Let us in on this, all right?
Let's go for it! Let's do the whole fucking village!
Come on, sarge. What the fuck are we waiting for?
-Let's do them! -Out of my way!
This is his daughter, right? Right?
You lie! No, you lie! You VC!
Barnes!
What the fuck do you think you're doing?
Stay out of this. It ain't your show.
You ain't a firing squad, you piece of shit!
-Get him! -Come on, Barnes!
Get him! Get him! Tear his fucking head off!
Come on, Elias. Send him to hell!
Goddamn it! Come on, break it up!
Break it up!
Elias, chill.
You're dead, Elias! I swear to fucking God, you're dead!
You! You're gonna do time in LBJ!
This shit won't wash, you puke!
Break it up! Break it up! Shut up!
Break it up! Listen up!
Captain says to torch this place, hear that?
Torch this place!
Blow the weapons in place!
Round up suspected VC and shake it up! We ain't got much light left!
Lieutenant, why the fuck didn't you do something?
What are you talking about?
You know what the fuck I'm talking about.
No, I don't. I don't know what the fuck you're talking about, Elias.
Move it out! Let's go! You heard the lieutenant!
Taylor, let's go, for chrissake! Police up the weapons and let's go!
Come on, Harold.
Fire in the hole!
Hey, come on.
You fucker! Get out of here!
Get the fuck off! Don't do it! Don't do it!
You fucker! What is this, huh?!
You a homosexual?
What's your problem? She's a fucking dink.
She's a fucking human being, man! Fuck you!
Total fucking cherry, Taylor!
Fucking animal! All of you! You're fucking animals!
Fucking lame fuck!
You don't belong in the Nam. This ain't your place.
You don't fucking get it, do you?
You just don't fucking get it.
It's okay.
Get out of there!
Police up your dicks and let's go.
-I didn't see anything, sir. -I did.
Sergeant Barnes reported the dink as NVA.
My report will have Lieutenant Wolfe as being witness to the shooting.
All right, Elias.
-Staff Sergeant Barnes. -Sir!
I want a full report from you when we get back to the CP.
You got a diary. I have plenty of eyewitnesses, sir.
Not now, goddamn it! Not now!
We'll get into this at the base camp.
I can promise you, if I find out there was an illegal killing...
...there will be a court-martial.
Right now, I need every man in the field, and you two will cease fire.
Staff Sergeant Barnes. Sergeant Elias. You hear me?
-Yes, sir. -Yes, sir.
We're going back into that NVA bunker tomorrow, this time from the east.
You people get some rest, and be back here at the CP at 1900 for a briefing.
-Yes, sir. -Yes, sir.
Come on, man! You think these chucks give a fuck about you and me?
It could have been you, Harold, you got in Barnes' way.
And that Bunny?
That motherfucker's crazy.
I mean, he scares me.
He just scares me.
You bloods are getting too hung up on this shit.
These gooks are a lot smarter than you think.
You know, Barnes knows his shit, man.
They was NVA, every last of them.
He got us this far. He'll get us the rest of the way.
I don't know, Holmes.
A Christian don't go around a village, cutting off heads and shit.
This shit is really getting out of hand, blowing out of control.
Seems to me that you don't seem to know the difference...
...the way you always shoot up that shit.
I don't know, brothers...
...but I'm hurting real bad inside.
Don't worry, sarge. Elias won't be able to prove a thing.
He's a troublemaker.
Elias is a water walker. Like them politicians in Washington...
...trying to fight this war with one hand tied around their balls.
Ain't no need or time for a courtroom out here.
-Sarge. -Thanks, Bun.
How did it go there, Bob?
Yeah, thataway, sarge! Fucking Elias, man.
He's a fucking rat, that's what he is.
He'll get everybody in this platoon in deep shit.
Somebody ought to frag his ass.
So, what do you think? Gonna be an investigation or what?
Bob?
O'Neill, you worry too much. Sarge will take care of him.
It's a beautiful night.
Yeah, I love this place at night.
The stars....
There's no right or wrong in them. They're just there.
That's a nice way of putting it.
Barnes has it in for you, huh?
Barnes believes in what he's doing.
And you? Do you believe?
In '65? Yeah.
Now?
No.
What happened today is just the beginning.
We're gonna lose this war.
Come on.
You really think so? Us?
We've been kicking other people's asses for so long...
...I figure it's time we got ours kicked.
Day by day, I struggle to maintain...