(Hello. This K Company? We're supposed to be in 60 mortars, second squad.
Jesus. These guys are supposed to be 60 mortars.
This is second squad.
Robert Oswalt.
Eugene Sledge.
You mortars too?
Rifleman, third platoon. Bill Leyden.
Then we'll ignore you.
That's Snafu. That man's De L'Eau, and I'm Corporal Burgin. Find yourself a bunk.)
Taken. Taken.
(Come on, I'll show you around, find you another tent.)
--
(Working party! Three of you boots to go with Snafu. Hurry up!)
You heard the sergeant. Now!
(You don't mind, do you, Leyden?)
You assholes're gonna miss cleanin' out oil barrels pretty soon. You're gonna be humpin' up some fuckin' hill or across a beach, Japs pourin' shit for fire, pissin' your pants, cryin' "Boo hoo," and wishin' you were back here with nothin' asked'a you but to scrub oil outta drums.
(Why don't you grab a brush, give us a hand?)
Fuck that shit. I scrub drums for no man.
(Can we take a break?)
Do whatever you want. This ain't my detail. I was s'posed to dump you all off here then report back to the CP.
(Then why are you still here?)
I like to watch the new guys sweat.
--
[Marines watching a movie, kissing scene] (Whadda you waiting for? Fuck her!)
You think she's blonde down there?
--
(I don't smoke.)
Yeah? [Snaf grins, vomits, then lights up a smoke, what a gross dude c:]
--
Son of a bitch. Those are Jap tanks.
--
You goin' Asiatic?
(Feet are soaking wet.)
What you gonna do in your stockin' feet when the fuckin' Japs bust through the line?
--
(You men got enough ammo?)
Sure thing, Skipper.
(Perimeter's thirty yards out from your hole. LP's out beyond that. The password's "Lilliputian". One man awake at all times.)
Lilliputian?
(Hard for the Japs to say? Hard for me to say.)
[after watching Sledge struggle opening his ration:] Trade you. ...shit, I forgot about that guy. [goes off to stick a knife in a dude's mouth and dig for teeth] We're rich, boys. Jap's got a shitload of gold in his teeth. Gold is what-- 30 bucks an ounce? [pockets the teeth, settles down on some rocks for a sleep] Take the first watch. Wake me up in four hours. Anything moves, kill it.
--
(...Ten yards from where we slept, the fucking Grand Canyon. A mile down, colours I'd never seen before. My dad was right: pictures don't show it. You have to be there, looking down into it.)
Shut the fuck up, you idiot.
(We have to go out there tomorrow...)
--
What the hell you doin'? Break this shit down. Get ready to move.
--
(Quit whining. It'll all be over by the time you cross.)
Japs hate mortars and bazookas's much as riflemen, Leyden.
(How many Japs d'you think are up there?
Anyone got any asswipe?)
No asswipe, no chow, no water, so don't even think about it. A nice cold sip'a water? Little splash on your head? Put it right outta your mind.
(I got a little water. [they pass it around]
Thank you. You've been promoted.)
You gonna give him the mortar sight?
(It's the least I can do for the water.)
--
(Pork chops!)
Pork chops? That's my meat.
--
Saw you readin' last night.
(My Bible.)
Writin' too. Ain't s'posed to write shit down, you know. Gives the Japs valuable intel, they find it.
(I guess I won't show it to 'em then.)
Got a smoke? Thanks, Sledgehammer.
(Sledgehammer. I like that.
Jesus Christ.)
Don't worry, we got a nickname for you too, Bill Leyden. We call you ball-peen hammer. Like a little hammer, for a little man.
(Alright, Snafu. Shit'n'ass... fuck up.)
Little joke from the little man.
--
(You think he'll come back?)
You disobey orders, you get court-martialed.
(You guys, check your weapons. Keep a round chambered.)
Done.
(Can you believe this bullshit about the dog? Some dog's supposed to smell a Jap before me? I don't think so. I appreciate the thought, but ain't no dog gonna make me sleep safe at night.
I've got a dog. His name's Deacon.
You keep fucking with your stovepipe. If the Nips come through here at high port with fixed bayonets, you nail 'em with flare and HE as fast as you can. You think you can do that?)
We got it, Gunny.
(I was asking Sledgehammer.
Yes, Gunny Haney.
Woof.)
What the fuck was that? "Hey stovepipe boys-- woof!" [laughing]
--
What's that?
(Sounds like some guy having a nightmare.)
He better shut up before every Nip on this island knows we're here.
(Quiet that man down.
Hold him down, stick him with morphine.)
Shut that fucker up.
(Stick him with morphine.
Jesus Christ, who the hell is that?
Hold him down. Calm down.
Help me, please! Help me!)
That guy is gonna get us all killed if he don't shut up.
(Hold him down. Hold him. Hit him with something!)
Pavuvu + Peleliu Airfield
Jesus. These guys are supposed to be 60 mortars.
This is second squad.
Robert Oswalt.
Eugene Sledge.
You mortars too?
Rifleman, third platoon. Bill Leyden.
Then we'll ignore you.
That's Snafu. That man's De L'Eau, and I'm Corporal Burgin. Find yourself a bunk.)
Taken. Taken.
(Come on, I'll show you around, find you another tent.)
--
(Working party! Three of you boots to go with Snafu. Hurry up!)
You heard the sergeant. Now!
(You don't mind, do you, Leyden?)
You assholes're gonna miss cleanin' out oil barrels pretty soon. You're gonna be humpin' up some fuckin' hill or across a beach, Japs pourin' shit for fire, pissin' your pants, cryin' "Boo hoo," and wishin' you were back here with nothin' asked'a you but to scrub oil outta drums.
(Why don't you grab a brush, give us a hand?)
Fuck that shit. I scrub drums for no man.
(Can we take a break?)
Do whatever you want. This ain't my detail. I was s'posed to dump you all off here then report back to the CP.
(Then why are you still here?)
I like to watch the new guys sweat.
--
[Marines watching a movie, kissing scene] (Whadda you waiting for? Fuck her!)
You think she's blonde down there?
--
(I don't smoke.)
Yeah? [Snaf grins, vomits, then lights up a smoke, what a gross dude c:]
--
Son of a bitch. Those are Jap tanks.
--
You goin' Asiatic?
(Feet are soaking wet.)
What you gonna do in your stockin' feet when the fuckin' Japs bust through the line?
--
(You men got enough ammo?)
Sure thing, Skipper.
(Perimeter's thirty yards out from your hole. LP's out beyond that. The password's "Lilliputian". One man awake at all times.)
Lilliputian?
(Hard for the Japs to say? Hard for me to say.)
[after watching Sledge struggle opening his ration:] Trade you. ...shit, I forgot about that guy. [goes off to stick a knife in a dude's mouth and dig for teeth] We're rich, boys. Jap's got a shitload of gold in his teeth. Gold is what-- 30 bucks an ounce? [pockets the teeth, settles down on some rocks for a sleep] Take the first watch. Wake me up in four hours. Anything moves, kill it.
--
(...Ten yards from where we slept, the fucking Grand Canyon. A mile down, colours I'd never seen before. My dad was right: pictures don't show it. You have to be there, looking down into it.)
Shut the fuck up, you idiot.
(We have to go out there tomorrow...)
--
What the hell you doin'? Break this shit down. Get ready to move.
--
(Quit whining. It'll all be over by the time you cross.)
Japs hate mortars and bazookas's much as riflemen, Leyden.
(How many Japs d'you think are up there?
Anyone got any asswipe?)
No asswipe, no chow, no water, so don't even think about it. A nice cold sip'a water? Little splash on your head? Put it right outta your mind.
(I got a little water. [they pass it around]
Thank you. You've been promoted.)
You gonna give him the mortar sight?
(It's the least I can do for the water.)
--
(Pork chops!)
Pork chops? That's my meat.
--
Saw you readin' last night.
(My Bible.)
Writin' too. Ain't s'posed to write shit down, you know. Gives the Japs valuable intel, they find it.
(I guess I won't show it to 'em then.)
Got a smoke? Thanks, Sledgehammer.
(Sledgehammer. I like that.
Jesus Christ.)
Don't worry, we got a nickname for you too, Bill Leyden. We call you ball-peen hammer. Like a little hammer, for a little man.
(Alright, Snafu. Shit'n'ass... fuck up.)
Little joke from the little man.
--
(You think he'll come back?)
You disobey orders, you get court-martialed.
(You guys, check your weapons. Keep a round chambered.)
Done.
(Can you believe this bullshit about the dog? Some dog's supposed to smell a Jap before me? I don't think so. I appreciate the thought, but ain't no dog gonna make me sleep safe at night.
I've got a dog. His name's Deacon.
You keep fucking with your stovepipe. If the Nips come through here at high port with fixed bayonets, you nail 'em with flare and HE as fast as you can. You think you can do that?)
We got it, Gunny.
(I was asking Sledgehammer.
Yes, Gunny Haney.
Woof.)
What the fuck was that? "Hey stovepipe boys-- woof!" [laughing]
--
What's that?
(Sounds like some guy having a nightmare.)
He better shut up before every Nip on this island knows we're here.
(Quiet that man down.
Hold him down, stick him with morphine.)
Shut that fucker up.
(Stick him with morphine.
Jesus Christ, who the hell is that?
Hold him down. Calm down.
Help me, please! Help me!)
That guy is gonna get us all killed if he don't shut up.
(Hold him down. Hold him. Hit him with something!)
--
(I guess better him than all of us.)
Sledgehammer's right. Had to be done.