Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And his left ear is the worse of the two?

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

A commendation for valor in Shanghai.

Maybe they know our orders.

Come on. You can do it.

That's startin' to sound like something.

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

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

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

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

I'm in for a couple more.

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

Take it off! It burns!

You ought to be careful out here all alone.

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

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

You want morphine?

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

It's 8am, Sunday morning.

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

Sure you did, Chick.

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

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

Come on! To me!

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

Tank! Tank! Tank!

There's a Private Whitehorse...

God willin', America will develop the taste.

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

Nothing more, nothing less.

Well, I need you, Enders.

cos she's havin' a weenie roast.

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

You'll be all right, sir.

It's my war too, Sergeant.

Sheep? As in Chick's girlfriend, sheep?

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

Hoping to teach college. American history.

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

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