Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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