Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Heartbeat‘s regular.
Look, you guys, I‘m gonna be...
|fthat bomb should explode, I‘m prepared for us...
While we‘ve still got one.
Let‘s get the hell outta here. We‘ve only got two minutes, maybe.
Justin Alumbaugh COMES TO MY HOUSE AND SHOOTS OUT THE PORCH LIGHT.
Hawkeye, Regimental Headquarters, Colonel Hersh. Was that a——
How do you know that, sir?
Theyjust fumbled on their own one—yard line.
Headquarters? I can‘t hearyou. Speak up, will you?
Listen, Father, you don‘t have to write your name.
Was he mad?
[ Static, Tuning Stations]
Ijust hope I‘m here when you do.
I have a confession to make.
[Radar] Yes, sir, we did hear.
No. All I wanna do is get out ofthe army.
|fwe had only met in another time, in another place.
Why, not at all.
We‘re trapped under constant enemy fire, we‘re loaded with wounded,
Short match goes out and gives the bomb a physical.
Twenty—one, twenty.