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It's... amazing.

I'm gonna get my fuckin' balls blown off out here!

They told us to hold the position! And that's what we're gonna do!

- What the hell are you doin' there? - I'm goin' with him.

- Yahzee. - Let him go.

You must've seen me showering with my war bonnet.

Marked improvement.

- Well, there sure as shit ain't any here. - Ain't that the truth.

We're gonna be the eyes and the ears.

Elevation zero-five-zero.

About gettin' paid three dollars per Comanche ear.

they told me I was a soldier of Christ.

I know what kind of slanty-eyed savage you are, boy.

8th's caught out in the open. We gotta call in the flyboys.

Goddamn it! I can't do it!

Thanks. Thanks a bunch.

I know. Gets you thinkin'.

- I... State your full name... - I, Ben Yahzee...

Command don't want postmarks going to the reservation.

What, Injun poker? Hey, how do you boys do that again?

Sounds nice. What about you, Zee?

- Bill! - I'm out.

I wasn't alone in that, sir. I couldn't have done it without Private Ben Yahzee.

Nellie. Take the satchel charge.

Victor, Victor. This is X-ray. Over.

They're gonna fight for every square inch,

Hey! You hear me?

Now, somebody wearing a lot more stripes than you

You men on the Solomons were lost to a broken code.

Add 325, fire for effect!

I don't wanna die in this shithole.

Ben. You know, you've never called me that before.

Card on the head, only fool can't see it is you.

Well, we ain't got much else to do out here. What the hell?

You're OK. You're good, you're good.

Yahzee teachin' college boys about Custer's scalpin' at Little Bighorn.

Set up defense positions.