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He's a soldier. He doesn't need a weapon. He's got rocks. He's got bare hands. |
Says he's one of the soldiers that was in the helicopter. |
He lived through that? |
Maybe we should give him some water. |
All last night he could have been |
I think he wants something to drink. |
I'm not wasting my water on him. |
So we'll take him with us. At least 'til we get back to the Hummer. |
He'd just slow us down, and drink our water. And if we ran into any more Iraqis you know he'd sell us out. |
Maybe we ought to...you know, bury him. Say some words over him. |
You want to say some words? |
You're going to burn up in those. |
The white reflects the sun; it keeps you cooler. That's why they wear them. |
Think the Iraqi's killed them all? |
Probably shot a few. Scattered the rest. Murderers. |
When my Shi'ite friends saw that they had shot an American they were very apologetic. Turns out we've been kicking ass in this little war. They figure we've finally gotten Saddam off their backs. They brought me to their camp, cleaned me up, fed me... I'm their new best buddy. America number one, Joe. But there's something the Shi'ites can't figure out: They can't figure out why my two buddies, two fellow Americans, left me out in the desert. They can't seem to figure out what those same two guys were doing in an Iraqi outpost. It's almost as if they were Iraqi spies, or something. And I've got to tell you they hate anything that's got to do with the Iraqis. See how I mean? |
We had to take shelter in the checkpoint. Jesus, Wes, I killed the Iraqis in there. |
You actually got around to killing someone. I'm impressed. I guess you're only half a bitch. |
Woods. |
Hey, Jaeger. What's up. |
I'm looking for a favor. I need a map of Iraqi. |
A map? All I got is maps. I'm gonna have Delayed Map Syndrome when I finally get out of here. What kind of map you need? Topographical, geographical, thermal? |
That shouldn't be too hard to read. Iraq is the pink thing. |
I could use some recon photos too. |
Planning on going to war all by your lonesome? |
Just...want to be ready when we do. |
Ready for what? Sightseeing? |
The photos. |
Some good ones. |
They're all good ones. Satellites we've got can snap a shot of the boil on Saddam's ass. |
Saddam's got a boil on his ass? |
Atatatatat. Atatatatat. |
What are you doing? |
What does it look like I'm doing? I'm killing Iraqis. Atatatatat. Atat atat |
Atatatatat. |
Knock it off! |
Don't get pissed at me, just 'cause I want to be ready when this war starts. |
Ready for what? What are you supposed to be doing? |
I told you, I'm shooting Iraqis. |
No you're not. |
You know what? I think you got Schwarzkopf. You did! You got the General right in the ass. Now that's good shooting. |
Blow me. |
Another month in this desert and I might just. |
Don't worry about Jaeger. He uses his personality as a form of birth control. |
Blow me. Have I said that to you guys recently? Blow me. |
Oh, man, you're not going to fall for that. |
There might be something in there. |
Yeah, the deed to the Brooklyn bridge. |
There might be. |
This is stupid. It's going on a month now. How long are they going to let the Air Force piss on those bastards? They can bomb them all they want, Saddam ain't going anywhere without a ground assault. What the hell is the army waiting for? |
Why you in such a hurry to get to shooting? |
I've got to have something to tell people when I get home besides I protected a stretch of dirt that nobody wanted for nothing in the first place. |
You all want to lay off? God. I hope the Iraqis shoot me; put me out of my misery. |
OH MY GOD! |
What!? What!? |
I did it! I got the box open. |
You think? |
Yeah, that's exactly what I think. You and the five thousand other suckers who bought those boxes. Let's get out of here. We got sand to protect. |
They finally start the ground war, and where are we? Same place we've been since we got here. Securing freedom for the dirt. |
Everybody's got a job to do. Figure it this way: At least you get to go home alive. |
I'd like to go home alive with a couple of Iraqi scalps hanging from my belt. |
Don't even. You're not going to show me that tired map. |
Wait. Wait. |
I think you've got some issues to deal with. Really, when we get out of here I'm pretty sure it's shrink time for you. |
Just listen to me! I've been doing some reading. In the Sixteenth century this region was invaded by the Turks. It became part of the Ottoman empire. When the Turks rolled in they raped, they pillaged, the usual stuff. Anybody who had anything wanted to hide it from these bastards. They buried their treasures, drew maps, and hid the maps in puzzle boxes. I read about this, man. I read about it. |
Wellllll, if you read it it must be true. Was it in the Star, or the Enquirer? |
Christ! Wes, tell him. You know this stuff. |
And you know what that area is? It's Iraq. IRAQ! We're doing a little thing with them right now; Desert Storm. Maybe you've read about it. |
What we're doing is kicking ass. For God's sake they got Iraqis surrendering to news crews. The war is over. We've just got to keep shooting people 'cause the army spent all this money, and we've got to put on a show for the taxpayers. |
It's war. People get lost all the time in war, cut off |
We disappear for awhile. We disappear, we came back; nobody knows nothing. |
But we all got to be in for this. We all go, or we do nothing. |
It's going to be cool, Wes. It's all all right. |
We go, we get rich, we go home. It's that easy. |
Now this is war. |
Roger that. |
You're such a pussy, you know that? How'd you get in the army? |
Cool it, Jaeger. Hey, Wes? Wes? |
But that's the great thing about Gold. A little goes a long way. |
You know what I'm doing with my part of the gold? |
Third. What you're going to do with your third. |
Yeah. I meant... You know what I'm going to do with it? I'm going to buy a Sixty three 'Vette Stingray. All tricked out and cherry. I'm going to be so sweet. |
A car? You're going to buy a car? |
You're getting gold, and you're going to blow it on wheels? |
What are you going to do with your <u>third</u>? |
Invest it. |
Oh, that's fun. |
It's not about being fun. It's about being smart. You take that money, you take care of it, let it grow, and you don't ever have to do anything again. Ever. That's freedom. That's what I'm talking about. |
And I'm talking about enjoying myself. |
You know, you sound just like a boy who's never |
Take the binoculars. |
Whwhat do you think |
TAKE THE GODDAMN BINOCULARS! |
Shut up! Both of you shut the hell up! |
We've got to do something. We've got to turn around. |
We can see them, they can see us. We run, they chase. |
They'll shoot us! |
We run they'll shoot us anyway. If we keep driving they might think we friendlies; Iraqis. Or even if they know we're Americans they might get scared, think we're part of a detachment and keep on going. |
They're not going to |
It's the only way. We drive! |
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