Troy: Yeah, if you'd gone to jail. It says these pills aren't proven. Not a lot of memorable special effects were used in this money. We're gonna further this demonstration. But this one is mine. A burning, fiery oil hell awaits us. If we get carved to oblivion out there, it doesn't matter, as long as we don't massacre surrendering Iraqis, and the current mission is to convince the Iraqis to surrender.
Inside of our circus, we cannot be touched. There are many like it. See if there are friendlies in the area. We might just as well call marksmanship training by this name. I don't care if it's full of Chanel No.
You know, I think it's time for me to retire. We don't need them anymore. And he lied about it on his application. And he goes to war. The marine and his rifle.
You don't have a what? Want to keep me company for two weeks? You the maggot whose father served in Vietnam? Staying up late, jacking off. I like rock music, but I don't think it belongs in my war. Việt Cộng soldiers armed with Norinco Type 56 rifles. I am alone and full of despair - the same despair that impelled me to write this book, a quiet scream from within a buried coffin. Saddam Hussein's got one million Iraqi soldiers. In that film Mendes showed off his ability to use stark contrasting colors to draw emotion from the audience.
I'm Lieutenant Colonel Kazinski, your battalion commander. Oh, my God, I love you. Let's find out if we have any bitch in you! Oh, my God, man, I have a son! You want to shit, you better shit in your pants. We can also hear the fires, and they sound like the echoes from extinct beasts bellowing to reenter the living world. Nothing stays the same, Swoff. They're gonna drop the hand of God all over the Iraqis! Of course, your nice little mom and dad are where? Our days consist of sand and water and swear and piss. And I'd run his crews, too, probably increase productivity 40 to 50%.
I just ran through incoming to get a dead fucking battery. You know, I don't really like the little ones. But no matter what else he might do with his hands, love a woman, build a house, change his son's diaper; his hands remember the rifle. Now to the rest of you, do you have what it takes. I remember the dreams and the naïve wishes, the pathetic pleas and the trouser - pissing horror. One scene will always stand out to the audience. How do you feel about the Iraqis? A tie was still a tie, and a belt a belt.
I thank God for every fucking day he gives me in the Corps. Maybe the men are screaming into the earth, living their half lives, hoping to be heard. Is this what we've done? Somewhere, at regiment or division, or even higher, a major and a light colonel are busy crunching the numbers, and a six-man scout team or a two-man sniper team from a marine infantry battalion have been deemed worth losing. Cortez: I'm the midget, huh? They're gonna win the war all by themselves? Does the inside of office buildings — you know, the metal studs. They tried it on rats, and they say it might be an antidote to nerve gas. Now, here are the rules. By the time we have our rifles dialed, the war's gonna be a mile down the road! I'm very happy to be here.
Now, dig your sleeping holes. Before you take a shot, you must get clearance, understood? Tell them that you're happy to be here. Details is gonna be the difference between you killing your target. Do you understand me, recruits? Drill Instructor Fitch: Jesus, Joseph, and doggy-style Mary! One night between the thirteenth and twentieth of November 1969, I was conceived at the Honolulu Hilton. Give it up, give it up.
Swofford: Sir, the recruit's never been good at drawing, sir! And it is an honor to, to fight for that freedom. But when men are at war, the weapons system is simply a system, and those who understand and maintain the system understand and maintain order, and they are more likely to survive, and those who fail to understand the system, they might die faster. I don't need your fucking attitude. I'm about to read to you what Mr. But you know, we need these in order to protect us. I open a map of southern Kuwait. At times I thought I might write myself away, fit my entire body and mind into a few thick envelopes, and that way, as a stowaway, escape the ghastly end that awaited me.