Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Didn't think so.

Damn it! We got a unit under fire!

Getting on my uniform.

Dear Joe, we got great news today.

- They're firing too short! - The Japs gotta be way ahead of us.

You've done well as a marine, Corporal.

I mean, she picked them out and all.

Course you were, Joe. You're a damn good fuckin' marine.

TBY hasn't got the range of the TBX.

What do we call a tank?

Target reference... dog one...

Way to go, marine.

Keep those hands vertical.

What are you talking about?

- Fuck it. I'm out. - Yeah. I'm gonna go write the missus.

- You're not hearing me. - I'm hearing you just fine.

How much of this crap do you have anyway?

My whole family's been in the Corps.

I remember my granddaddy sittin' on the porch talkin' about huntin' Indians,

So you may need a relay to get your transmission to command post.

Relay the damn coordinates!

- How am I doin'? - You're good.

What the hell you think you're doin', boy?

But sometimes, when I'm lying in bed,

Come on, keep moving!

May as well join me, huh?

Hell of a thing, huh?

- Indians, sir? - Navajo, to be exact.

I'm gonna mix my daddy's strawberries in this Swedish concoction called yoghurt.

Goddamn you, Joe Enders!

and get our bombers within range of Tokyo.

Colonel. Can I help you, sir?

- You shuffle that deck? - I certainly did.

It's rice wine. It's Jap sake. But it does the trick.

Nobody else is gonna die.

- Stay low! - Nellie? Pappas?

It happens when you're not watching my lips, Joe.

Not many bodies of water in Arizona.

We thought the day would never come.

No one else is gonna die, Ben.

Now, Saipan is Japanese soil, and there's 30,000 of 'em dug in.

So where the hell they got us now?

At least he keeps me warm at night.