Seriously. I'm gettin' that yellow jaundice that's been goin' around, I know it. The heebie-jeebies.
(It's hepatitis and you don't have it.)
I'll catch a fever then turn inside out through my asshole like Carson in Love Company. C'mon, look in my eyes. I'm dyin', Sledge.
(Hey.
Hey.)
Check out my eyes, Jay. They look yellow?
(I just got transferred outta King.
What? Where?
Headquarters Company.)
It'll be alright, Jay. Shit, you're jus' down the road.
(Yeah. I'm just down the road. Least I can do is buy you guys a drink at the slop shoot.)
--
Shut the fuck up, Kathy. Don't you hear good? They're Okinawans.
(Fuck off.)
What you say, boot?
--
New ponchos are full'a chemicals.
(Chemicals, huh?
What chemicals?)
They treat 'em with all kinda chemicals. That shit'll make you sick. Real, real sick.
(I didn't hear that.)
Yeah, you think they're gonna tell you? ... Here. Take mine.
(Hey, thanks.)
Semper fi.
--
(Well look what we got here.
I thought you didn't take prisoners.)
Those are th'army prisoners, boo.
[...]
Outta the way, Hirohito. Move, you slant-eyed bastard! Move!
(Shoot him!
Sit down.)
Move!
(Sit down!)
Move!
(You can't mistreat these men! They're protected by the Geneva Conventions...)
Fuck the Geneva Code!
--
(Lock it in there. Make sure this is straight.)
Hurry the fuck up!
--
(Put a small hole at the bottom, helps with the drainage.)
Don't know why you bother. They'll be dead in a few days. Don't wanna know their names.
(Hamm: H-A-two Ms. Just use it to get my attention.)
Hamm, with two Ms. Now I gotta forget somethin'. I need some long thin ones.
(Try this.)
I got one.
--
(Holy hell.)
Jesus Christ! What the fuck is that stench?
(Shit. Unbelievable. Start diggin'.)
Fuckin' horseshit.
(Oh man.)
--
Short round! Short round!
(Shit.)
Let's go. Try again. Fuck!
(Misfire!)
Misfire!
(It's hot.)
Clear it. Easy. Got it.
(Try again?)
No, our fuckin' rounds are all wet!
(Keep firing, goddamn it! Pour it on!)
Our rounds are wet!
(Get more, then. There's ammo up the road.)
Dice, Hamm, with me. You stay here!
--
(Why aren't we giving them safe passage?)
Whatchu talkin' about?
(The civilians. We should be-- We should be giving them safe conduct.
A lot of them are helping the Nips, Hamm.
That family wasn't.)
Only thing that matters up here is killin' Japs.
(You know, the first time you see someone get killed, it's something.
You get used to it.
I was fifteen. A buddy and I were hopping subway cars in Brooklyn. We went through a tunnel that was a little bit too small. I fractured my skull, he, uh-- His brains and bones got sprayed all over my face and chest. You never ever forget something like that.)
Good thing your damn head's so fuckin' hard. You got nine lives, Bill Leyden. ... What's the matter, Kathy? One day'a combat and you're all wore out? More excitement's on the way, princess. Japs fighting for their own turf now. Every damn foot we go South they'll get meaner and meaner. You better get mean too, boo. [grabs Kathy's picture] Ooh. Ooh, la la la. Now that's a piece'a ass.
(Careful, that's a man's wife you're talkin' about.)
Mmm.
(Wow.)
Yeah.
(I'd marry her.
Marry? Who said anything about marriage?
Give it back.
Kathy Jones? I thought you said your name was Peck? She's not-- She's not your wife!)
Oh, that's rich! What's the missus think about kitty cat?
(I met her after I was drafted.
What?)
Drafted? What kinda marine is drafted?
(Hamm, were you drafted too?
No.)
I don't believe it. No way that broad is bangin' some drafted marine. No way.
(I don't care what you think.)
--
Great. 'Cuzza you we're gonna get our asses shot up.
--
We need more damn men up here.
--
(Incoming!
Those are ours.
Short round!)
Our own fuckers are shellin' us.
--
This is fuckin' bullshit! If I ever find the fuckin' FO that called that arty, I'll shoot 'im!
(The sons of bitches will just do it again.
Why did they shell us?
Because some asshole officer read a map wrong, and nobody gives a shit about us! There is no goddamn reason.)
--
Eugene. Gene?
(My dog died.)
'm sorry.
(He was a good dog.)
How old was he?
(Got him as a pup about nine years ago. Maybe ten.)
They say dogs live, what-- seven years to every one of ours?
(My brother was on the Bunker Hill.)
Wow.
(Ship got hit by two kamikazes. Five hundred guys died, asshole. How the fuck can they do that? Fly themselves into a ship?)
Emperor is God. Duty to God.
(They can't fuckin' surrender?
I hope they don't. I hope we get to kill every last one of 'em.)
--
Hey. Why don't you get a newer poncho off a dead body?
(This one suits me just fine.
Man. I thought it'd be different.
Different from what? Books you read? Movies you saw?
Nah, I just-- I'm just saying.
Grow up, Hamm.
Fuck you, Sledge. [Snafu laughs.] Why don't you pull yourself in the hole next time, okay?)
That's the talk.
(Yeah. Fuck you too.)
The Hammbone did learn somethin' in boot camp. Where you from, Hamm with two Ms?
(So now you wanna know where they're from?)
--
(We got here April 1st. Easter Sunday.)
Fuckin' April Fools, no matter how you look at it.
(That's sixty-six days.
We're never getting off this island.)
Aw, c'mon, Kathy. Summer's right around the corner, then Halloween, and then there's Thanksgivin'. Look, I'm already workin' on your Christmas present.
(Outta the sticks in '46.)
Hell to heaven in '47.
(The Golden Gate in '48.)
--
(Screw it.)
We need some reinforcements up here.
(Give it a rest.)
Fuck you, Eugene.
(Yeah, fuck you too, Shelton.)
Fuck, I'm so fuckin' tired. I'm fuckin' tired of this maggoty stench. First they order us to push forward when we ain't got enough bodies then they order us to sit in our own shit--
(Shut up.)
They fuckin' shell us with our own artillery!
(Shut up.)
I'm so fuckin' tired of not havin' enough fuckin' bodies!
(Jesus Christ, shut up!)
Fuck you!
(Shut up!)
Fuck you, Sledge!
(Shut up, Shelton!)
Fuck you!
(Hey Peck--
Peck, sit down!)
Peck!
(Come on, you fuckers!
Peck! Shit--
Come on! Come on! Come and fucking get me! Come on! Come on, you motherfuckers!
Peck! Peck, come on--
Come on and get me! Come on! Come on! Come and fucking shoot me!)
Eugene!
(Come and fucking get me.
Hey, Peck! Peck!)
[Snaf to Sledge:] Stay down!
[Hamm gets shot and killed :c]
(You stupid bastard. You stupid-- You stupid stupid stupid bastard! You fucking idiot! You stupid stupid bastard!)
My pleasure. [to girl walking past:] Hiya. I'm Merriell Shelton. How 'bout I take you to the back of the train and you can show me your caboose? [she slaps him lmao] Fiesty.
(Snafu just got pinked on the train home.)
If we'd'a been here six months ago that broad woulda given us all blowjobs. [the guys laugh] Lied to again. This entire division didn't do that "plus six months" horseshit we did.
(They got home a week after V-J Day-- parades, pretty girls. 1946, the party's all over. Not as much as a complimentary beer.
Somebody had to stay and clean up after the war.
I suppose I'm gonna have to get a job too.)
Doin' what?
(I dunno. Anything between digging ditches and owning a bank. First I gotta get Florence home.
Wait, Florence from Melbourne?
Mm-hmm.)
You shippin' her all the way over here and this the first we hear 'bout it?
(Come on, Snaf. It was Okinawa. Figured it'd be bad luck to talk about it then.
Well, when's she coming?
I dunno. I cabled her but we've been at sea. I guess I'm gonna find out soon enough whether I'm getting married or not. What about you, Sledgehammer?
I'm just hopin' this Florence girl comes to her senses. [they laugh]
You got a job lined up in Mobile?
Nah. No job, no girl. No plans.)
How long you think that's gonna last?
(As long as the sheriff lets me.)
I'm gonna get that girl.
(Aw, leave her alone.)
You boys watch. I'm gonna get that girl.
(You've been saying that about every girl since San Diego.)
--
(There's my little brother. No sign of Florence.)
Melbourne's a hell of a long way, Burgie. It'll take Florence a while to get from Australia to here. Thanks... for doin' all you did to keep us from gettin' our fool heads shot off.
(You're good marines.)
--
[THEN SNAF FUCKING LEAVES WITHOUT SAYING GOODBYE. ASSHOLE.]
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Pavuvu + Okinawa
(Why would your eyes be yellow?)
C'mon, your old man's a doctor. Look in my eyes.
(Give it a rest, Snafu.)
Seriously. I'm gettin' that yellow jaundice that's been goin' around, I know it. The heebie-jeebies.
(It's hepatitis and you don't have it.)
I'll catch a fever then turn inside out through my asshole like Carson in Love Company. C'mon, look in my eyes. I'm dyin', Sledge.
(Hey.
Hey.)
Check out my eyes, Jay. They look yellow?
(I just got transferred outta King.
What? Where?
Headquarters Company.)
It'll be alright, Jay. Shit, you're jus' down the road.
(Yeah. I'm just down the road. Least I can do is buy you guys a drink at the slop shoot.)
--
Shut the fuck up, Kathy. Don't you hear good? They're Okinawans.
(Fuck off.)
What you say, boot?
--
New ponchos are full'a chemicals.
(Chemicals, huh?
What chemicals?)
They treat 'em with all kinda chemicals. That shit'll make you sick. Real, real sick.
(I didn't hear that.)
Yeah, you think they're gonna tell you? ... Here. Take mine.
(Hey, thanks.)
Semper fi.
--
(Well look what we got here.
I thought you didn't take prisoners.)
Those are th'army prisoners, boo.
[...]
Outta the way, Hirohito. Move, you slant-eyed bastard! Move!
(Shoot him!
Sit down.)
Move!
(Sit down!)
Move!
(You can't mistreat these men! They're protected by the Geneva Conventions...)
Fuck the Geneva Code!
--
(Lock it in there. Make sure this is straight.)
Hurry the fuck up!
--
(Put a small hole at the bottom, helps with the drainage.)
Don't know why you bother. They'll be dead in a few days. Don't wanna know their names.
(Hamm: H-A-two Ms. Just use it to get my attention.)
Hamm, with two Ms. Now I gotta forget somethin'. I need some long thin ones.
(Try this.)
I got one.
--
(Holy hell.)
Jesus Christ! What the fuck is that stench?
(Shit. Unbelievable. Start diggin'.)
Fuckin' horseshit.
(Oh man.)
--
Short round! Short round!
(Shit.)
Let's go. Try again. Fuck!
(Misfire!)
Misfire!
(It's hot.)
Clear it. Easy. Got it.
(Try again?)
No, our fuckin' rounds are all wet!
(Keep firing, goddamn it! Pour it on!)
Our rounds are wet!
(Get more, then. There's ammo up the road.)
Dice, Hamm, with me. You stay here!
--
(Why aren't we giving them safe passage?)
Whatchu talkin' about?
(The civilians. We should be-- We should be giving them safe conduct.
A lot of them are helping the Nips, Hamm.
That family wasn't.)
Only thing that matters up here is killin' Japs.
(You know, the first time you see someone get killed, it's something.
You get used to it.
I was fifteen. A buddy and I were hopping subway cars in Brooklyn. We went through a tunnel that was a little bit too small. I fractured my skull, he, uh-- His brains and bones got sprayed all over my face and chest. You never ever forget something like that.)
Good thing your damn head's so fuckin' hard. You got nine lives, Bill Leyden. ... What's the matter, Kathy? One day'a combat and you're all wore out? More excitement's on the way, princess. Japs fighting for their own turf now. Every damn foot we go South they'll get meaner and meaner. You better get mean too, boo. [grabs Kathy's picture] Ooh. Ooh, la la la. Now that's a piece'a ass.
(Careful, that's a man's wife you're talkin' about.)
Mmm.
(Wow.)
Yeah.
(I'd marry her.
Marry? Who said anything about marriage?
Give it back.
Kathy Jones? I thought you said your name was Peck? She's not-- She's not your wife!)
Oh, that's rich! What's the missus think about kitty cat?
(I met her after I was drafted.
What?)
Drafted? What kinda marine is drafted?
(Hamm, were you drafted too?
No.)
I don't believe it. No way that broad is bangin' some drafted marine. No way.
(I don't care what you think.)
--
Great. 'Cuzza you we're gonna get our asses shot up.
--
We need more damn men up here.
--
(Incoming!
Those are ours.
Short round!)
Our own fuckers are shellin' us.
--
This is fuckin' bullshit! If I ever find the fuckin' FO that called that arty, I'll shoot 'im!
(The sons of bitches will just do it again.
Why did they shell us?
Because some asshole officer read a map wrong, and nobody gives a shit about us! There is no goddamn reason.)
--
Eugene. Gene?
(My dog died.)
'm sorry.
(He was a good dog.)
How old was he?
(Got him as a pup about nine years ago. Maybe ten.)
They say dogs live, what-- seven years to every one of ours?
(My brother was on the Bunker Hill.)
Wow.
(Ship got hit by two kamikazes. Five hundred guys died, asshole. How the fuck can they do that? Fly themselves into a ship?)
Emperor is God. Duty to God.
(They can't fuckin' surrender?
I hope they don't. I hope we get to kill every last one of 'em.)
--
Hey. Why don't you get a newer poncho off a dead body?
(This one suits me just fine.
Man. I thought it'd be different.
Different from what? Books you read? Movies you saw?
Nah, I just-- I'm just saying.
Grow up, Hamm.
Fuck you, Sledge. [Snafu laughs.] Why don't you pull yourself in the hole next time, okay?)
That's the talk.
(Yeah. Fuck you too.)
The Hammbone did learn somethin' in boot camp. Where you from, Hamm with two Ms?
(So now you wanna know where they're from?)
--
(We got here April 1st. Easter Sunday.)
Fuckin' April Fools, no matter how you look at it.
(That's sixty-six days.
We're never getting off this island.)
Aw, c'mon, Kathy. Summer's right around the corner, then Halloween, and then there's Thanksgivin'. Look, I'm already workin' on your Christmas present.
(Outta the sticks in '46.)
Hell to heaven in '47.
(The Golden Gate in '48.)
--
(Screw it.)
We need some reinforcements up here.
(Give it a rest.)
Fuck you, Eugene.
(Yeah, fuck you too, Shelton.)
Fuck, I'm so fuckin' tired. I'm fuckin' tired of this maggoty stench. First they order us to push forward when we ain't got enough bodies then they order us to sit in our own shit--
(Shut up.)
They fuckin' shell us with our own artillery!
(Shut up.)
I'm so fuckin' tired of not havin' enough fuckin' bodies!
(Jesus Christ, shut up!)
Fuck you!
(Shut up!)
Fuck you, Sledge!
(Shut up, Shelton!)
Fuck you!
(Hey Peck--
Peck, sit down!)
Peck!
(Come on, you fuckers!
Peck! Shit--
Come on! Come on! Come and fucking get me! Come on! Come on, you motherfuckers!
Peck! Peck, come on--
Come on and get me! Come on! Come on! Come and fucking shoot me!)
Eugene!
(Come and fucking get me.
Hey, Peck! Peck!)
[Snaf to Sledge:] Stay down!
[Hamm gets shot and killed :c]
(You stupid bastard. You stupid-- You stupid stupid stupid bastard! You fucking idiot! You stupid stupid bastard!)
Peck. You're okay, Peck. You're okay. You're okay.
(Hey. What the fuck happened?
Hamm's dead. And Peck's gone.)
--
(Might be a trap.)
Lots'a people fired mortars up here.
(That doesn't matter.
What the hell's the matter with you two?)
--
Find anythin'?
(No. Alright, let's get these boots squared away. Where's Burgie?)
--
(Burgie.
Where'd you get this, Hammer?
Gunny Haney gave it to me.)
Pops.
(Took it with him from Guadalcanal all the way to Peleliu. I heard Leyden made it back to the States.
Son of a bitch always said he was first.
Alright, enough with the sunbathing. Let's go. Move out.)
--
You see that? Line'a stars anglin' up?
(Yep?)
That's Snafu's pecker.
--
"What do we do now?" What an idiot.
(Well. I'll show you what I'm doin' now. [drinks] Well, there it is: my first official act of peacetime. Snaf?)
[Snafu drinks]
The train home
(Thanks, Snaf.)
My pleasure. [to girl walking past:] Hiya. I'm Merriell Shelton. How 'bout I take you to the back of the train and you can show me your caboose? [she slaps him lmao] Fiesty.
(Snafu just got pinked on the train home.)
If we'd'a been here six months ago that broad woulda given us all blowjobs. [the guys laugh] Lied to again. This entire division didn't do that "plus six months" horseshit we did.
(They got home a week after V-J Day-- parades, pretty girls. 1946, the party's all over. Not as much as a complimentary beer.
Somebody had to stay and clean up after the war.
I suppose I'm gonna have to get a job too.)
Doin' what?
(I dunno. Anything between digging ditches and owning a bank. First I gotta get Florence home.
Wait, Florence from Melbourne?
Mm-hmm.)
You shippin' her all the way over here and this the first we hear 'bout it?
(Come on, Snaf. It was Okinawa. Figured it'd be bad luck to talk about it then.
Well, when's she coming?
I dunno. I cabled her but we've been at sea. I guess I'm gonna find out soon enough whether I'm getting married or not. What about you, Sledgehammer?
I'm just hopin' this Florence girl comes to her senses. [they laugh]
You got a job lined up in Mobile?
Nah. No job, no girl. No plans.)
How long you think that's gonna last?
(As long as the sheriff lets me.)
I'm gonna get that girl.
(Aw, leave her alone.)
You boys watch. I'm gonna get that girl.
(You've been saying that about every girl since San Diego.)
--
(There's my little brother. No sign of Florence.)
Melbourne's a hell of a long way, Burgie. It'll take Florence a while to get from Australia to here. Thanks... for doin' all you did to keep us from gettin' our fool heads shot off.
(You're good marines.)
--
[THEN SNAF FUCKING LEAVES WITHOUT SAYING GOODBYE. ASSHOLE.]