Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's 8am, Sunday morning.

Take it off! It burns!

Tank! Tank! Tank!

Enders, get the navy on the horn and tell 'em to dig out those guns.

It's my war too, Sergeant.

You ought to be careful out here all alone.

But I don't think the reporters have been to Kaneohe Bay Hospital.

You know, Whitehorse... he saved my bacon.

Jeez, might as well go all out. I'll get a shot of something.

Now, thinkin' is, we take the mount, Saipan is pretty much ours.

I'm in for a couple more.

I'm Ben Yahzee. Guess the Corps paired us up.

You'll be all right, sir.

No more stupid questions today, Private. That's an order.

That's startin' to sound like something.

Come on. You can do it.

You want morphine?

Sure you did, Chick.

A commendation for valor in Shanghai.

Actually, more interested in bringing some of the reservation back to the world.

cos she's havin' a weenie roast.

It's of strategic importance that we capture this island.

Nothing more, nothing less.

God willin', America will develop the taste.

Maybe they know our orders.

Sheep? As in Chick's girlfriend, sheep?

And his left ear is the worse of the two?

Let's go, let's go, let's go! Come on!

Hoping to teach college. American history.

You know, we could do some things that you don't do in the Corps.

Well, I need you, Enders.

You're not hit. Just shut up. You're not hit.

We're running out of ammo. We gotta get out of here.

All right, you lead off. I'll follow you.

- Oh, come on! - Now there's a bold move.

There's a Private Whitehorse...

Come on! To me!

Supposed to be with a baby-sitter all the time, I thought.

The 8th is moving out already and we need to be ahead of 'em.

I'm gonna build myself a villa on the cliffs of Santorini.