"A story." "A man fires a rifleNfor many years... and he goes to war." "he turns theNrifle in at the armory... and he believesNhe's finished with the rifle." "But no matter what elseNhe might do with his hands... build a house... change his son's diaper... his hands remember the rifle." "or yellow or red!" "You are now green!" "You are light greenNor dark green!" "Do you understand?" "sir!" "Swofford!" "sir!" "You the maggot whose fatherNserved in Vietnam?" "sir!" "Outstanding!" "NDid he have the balls to die there?" "sir!" "Too fucking bad!" "NHe ever talk about it?" "sir!" "NGood!" "Then he wasn't lying!" "Are you eyeballing meNwith those baby blues?" "sir!" "sir!" "Swofford?" "sir!" "huh?" "sir!" "sir!" "motherfucker!" "NJody's banging her right now!" "Get on your faceNand give me 25... for every timeNshe gets fucked this month." "Down on your face!" "It was shortly after meetingNDrill Instructor Fitch... that I realized that joiningNthe Marine Corps... might have beenNa bad decision." "What in the fuckNis this?" "sir!" "JosephNand doggie-style Mary!" "That is a pileNof dog shit." "sir!" "then?" "Isn't my scribe supposedNto know how to draw?" "the recruitNdoesn't know!" "sir!" "Of course the recruitNdoesn't know!" "The recruit doesn't knowNbecause I haven't told him!" "Ncum-for-brains... show me exactly where yourNSkivvies and running shoes go." "the recruitNcan't think... sir!" "You can't think while I'mNgiving you a few love taps?" "How the fuck are you goingNto fire your rifle... when grenades are going offNin your face?" "What the fuckNare you even doing here?" "sir!" "now my handsNwere dick skinners." "A flashlight was a moonbeam.NA pen was an ink stick." "My mouth was a cum receptacle." "A bed was a rack.NA wall was a bulkhead." "A shirt was a blouse." "Nand a belt a belt." "But many other thingsNwould never be the same." "Swofford." "What kind ofNfucking name is that?" "It's English." "My great-grandfather came overNhere in the 19th century." "Whatever." "I'm putting youNin Golf Company." "It's full of retardsNand fuck ups." "Maybe you can elevateNthe sons of bitches a little." "Or maybe not." "Next." "Jarhead:" "Noun.NSlang for "Marine."" "Origin:" "NFrom the resemblance to a jar... of the regulationNhigh-and-tight haircut." "therefore... also a jar." "An empty vessel." "Hey!" "May I help you?" "I was assignedNto Second Platoon." "Second Platoon?" "Yeah." "man." "man." "boys!" "NFresh fucking meat!" "What kind of meat?" "NWe don't want you!" "motherfucker!" "Get some!" "fuck." "we switched outNthe hot brand." "Little fuck-fuck trickNwe play on the new guys." "Nice." "Nyou gotta earn it." "Welcome to the Suck." "Swofford?" "I can't seem to shake it." "That's all right.NNot everyone's cut out for the Marines." "there was nowhereNelse." "That was the truth." "NI was made in a war." "Here's Mr. And Mrs. SwoffordNon RR from Vietnam." "1969." "I can't watch... and neither can you." "And here are some other thingsNI can't show you." "Visiting my sister." "Making muffins with Mom." "Breakfast conversationsNwith Dad." "But here are some thingsNyou can see." "Taking a dump." "Thinking aboutNgoing to college." "Studying after schoolNwith my girlfriend." "too." "Giving awayNmy favorite USMC T-shirt." "I'll write you every day." "Hey!" "Swofford?" "Swofford?" "NYo." "What the fuck?" "You're sick?" "sir." "Staff Sergeant Sykes." "I'm with SurveillanceNand Target Acquisition." "STA." "I heard it took six guys to pullNthat little branding trick on you." "either." "So you better get un-sick mostNmotherfucking ricky-tick... because there's a chance thatNyou could be a scout sniper." "What the fuck is this?" ""The Stranger by Camus." "Marine." "Mary however..." "That's when we ran upNto the office..." "Indoc class starts on Monday.NI suggest you have your ass there." "NStaff Sergeant?" "It's a fucking opportunity." "It's a fucking honor." "It's the best fucking jobNin the Marine Corps." "Staff Sergeant." "NStaff Sergeant!" "NSounds good." "Could I have my..." "You know what?" "NI got a better idea." "You play any instruments?" "NStaff Sergeant." "Played the trumpetNin third grade?" "Good." "You still play?" "for small holidayNconcerts and festivals." "Good." "You ain't gotta beNChuck Mangione." "All I need is a bugler." "Battle March... raise the morale.NDoes that interest you?" "yeah." "0600." "NStaff Sergeant!" "My pleasure." "Can I get my book?" "There's 60 of you.NI only need eight." "That means 52 of youNwill perish." "Do the math." "There's no possible wayNthat all of you can make it." "If you thinkNyou're worth some shit..." "Staff Sergeant Sykes!" "Private SwoffordNreporting for bugle tryout!" "Indoc!" "Atten-hut!" "I don't give outNtoo many special treats..." "Nwe have a very special treat." "Private Swofford here is goingNto play Reveille for us." "Nplay Reveille." "NStaff Sergeant." "You don't have a what?" "NI don't have a bugle." "damn." "You better playNwith your mouth." "What?" "play itNwith your goddamn mouth." "Fuck." "I love that tone.NSounds good to me.NMy morale is lifted." "You knowNany Stevie Wonder?" "You know You AreNThe Sunshine Of My Life?" "that's a classic." "Will you shut the fuck up?" "NThere is no bugle program." "You sizzle-dick motherfucker." "someNkind of Kenny G or some shit?" "Staff Sergeant.NGood." "Ndo you have what it takes... the most savage... unforgiving motherfuckersNin God's cruel kingdom?" "Staff Sergeant!" "though I walk..." "NI will fear no evil... because I am the baddestNmotherfucker in the goddamn valley"?" "Staff Sergeant!" "We shall fucking see!" "Staff Sergeant!" "what?" "NStaff Sergeant." "So fucking be it." "Fall in!" "One mile!" "none mile!" "Ain't shit!" "NAin't shit!" "Two miles!" "NTwo miles!" "Your mission is to kill me." "and I'm good." "Nthey hurt?" "I can't see!" "dick face!" "In order toNengage your target... butNyour target must not see you." "Shevitz." "you die." "you will die." "youNbetter shit in your pants." "Swoff?" "sir." "This suit will hide you.NYou will become a tree.NA rock." "and dust." "sir." "In order to fire accurately... you must be able to judgeNdistance and wind direction." "How far are those trees?" "500 yards.NNo." "600.N300." "300." "How did you figure that?" "NThree football fields." "Nthat's right." "You take what you knowNand then you multiply." "Please don't useNyour dicks." "Nand I can't count that high." "000 inches." "wind.NYou use what you have." "a little bit of dust." "Spit on your fingerNand hold that bitch up." "These are formulasNthat you can use..." "Nyou have to trust your gut." "gentlemen." "Details is gonna be the differenceNbetween you killing your target... and your target killing you." "N"Thou shalt not kill."" "But hear this:" "Fuck that shit!" "consider your target." "in thatNwindow will one day emerge... the figure of the enemy." "The JFK shot." "The pink mist." "fire." "Hit." "fire." "The sounds that youNare hearing are live rounds." "You will get the fear out of you.NKeep moving." "Nyou will get fucked up!" "Let's find outNif we have any bitch in you!" "You guys crawlNlike old people fuck!" "Keep moving!" "NGet the fear out of you." "Keep moving!" "ndo not bunch up!" "Keep moving!" "NI can't!" "Keep your head down!" "man!" "NMove!" "Keep it moving.NJust fucking move!" "Come on!" "NNo!" "Keep moving!" "Don't bunch up!" "You can do it!" "You can fucking do it!" "NKeep moving!" "Come on!" "I can't!" "NKeep moving!" "NDon't bunch up!" "I can't!" "No!" "Cease-fire!" "NCease-fire!" "Corpsman!" "Shit!" "Shit." "I told you to keepNyour fucking head down!" "If you listened to me... you would still beNfucking alive right now!" "Stupid fuck!" "God help me." "You are now scout snipers." "I know you've heard this butNI'm going to tell it to you again:" "Snipers do not work alone." "You work as a team." "shooter." "shooter." "shooter." "shooter." "Npull out your M40A1 rifles." "Nyou will repeat after me." "This is my rifle.NThis is my rifle." "Nbut this one is mine." "Nbut this one is mine." "NI am nothing." "NI am nothing." "Nmy rifle is nothing." "Nmy rifle is nothing." "000 poorly placed rounds." "Fucking right." "The sniper dies... for that one perfect shot." "Hit." "fire." "I was hooked." "Hit." "fire." "Hit." "fire." "Hit." "I wanted the pink mist." "Good evening.NIraq invaded and took over... today." "That set off worldwide protestsNand drew sanctions..." "NGreat Britain and the Soviet Union." "The governmentNof dictator Saddam Hussein... claimed it went in at theNinvitation of revolutionaries... who had overthrownNthe Kuwaiti government." "We have appealed to all ourNfriends around the world... includingNthe United States... to come to our aidNand assistance." "We're going to fucking war." "Shoot that motherfucker." "motherfucker." "Fuck." "Shoot that motherfucker!" "Die!" "Charlie!" "Now hear this." "Now hear this." "All personnel from 2-7... are to report immediatelyNto your company area." "Marines." "Get some!" "I had a choice... either join the MarinesNor go to jail." "And you knowNwhat the shit of it is?" "asshole." "NI'd be getting out today." "thanks." "are they warm nuts?" "I believeNthey're room temperature." "maybe later you canNcome and warm up my nuts." "NI don't really like the little ones." "is that all?" "NYeah." "Would you like some nuts?" "You poor bastard." "huh?" "You fucking A." "Cocksucker knew the price of everyNwhore from Olangapo to Stockholm." "000 miles." "Fucked byNthe green wienie again." "What would you be doingNif you were a civilian?" "Njacking off... trying to getNto that ninth level?" "You know what happensNwhen you get there?" "Nothing.NYou just start all over again." "How long you thinkNwe'll be there?" "Two weeks?" "man.NWe'll be back so fast... we'll still beNshitting out those nuts." "now." "now." "Want to keep me companyNfor two weeks?" "now." "yeah." "Damn!" "Attention on deck!" "Take your seats." "sir!" "did you just land in aNwar zone or a funeral parlor?" "sir!" "I just felt my dick move." "For those of youNwho don't know me..." "Nyour battalion commander." "We are now a part ofNOperation Desert Shield." "just north of us..." "Saddam Hussein's gotNone million Iraqi soldiers." "And some of those boysNhave been fighting... since you were nineNor ten years old." "They are tough." "They will stop at nothing." "They've used nerve gas againstNthe Iranians and the Kurds." "here's a picture." "I knowNwhat you're thinking." "Let'sNkick ass and take names..." ""and end this shitNthe day before yesterday."" "Yeah!" "But the bureaucratsNhave a lot of jawboning to do." "these IraqisNwho have raped and pillaged... poor little KuwaitNare not yet in our gun sights." "Our current mission is toNprotect the oil fields... of our good friendsNin the Kingdom of Saud... until further notice." "NI'm talking a lot of oil." "A lot of oil." "Nyou will train..." "Nand you'll hydrate some more." "And you will be ready." "You will maintain a constantNstate of suspicious alertness... and one day soon..." "Saddam Hussein is gonna regretNpulling this sorry shit." "Ooh-rah!" "We're gonna kickNsome Iraqi ass!" "What did you say?" "sir!" "son." "you gonna win the MedalNof Honor all by yourself?" "What's the restNof my battalion gonna do?" "Kick some Iraqi ass!" "NI think it's time for me to retire." "I can't hear a fucking thing!" "Kick some Iraqi ass!" "NI just got a hard-on!" "huh?" "We need to get outNof this shit hole soon." "I need to shoot something!" "You're gonna getNall you want soon enough." "First to fucking fight!" "Yeah." "For what?" "I've been around these oldNwhite fuckers all my life." "They got their fat handsNin Arab oil." "The motherfuckers drink itNlike it's beer." "Nto protect their profits." "You're full of shit.NHe's full of shit." "Who do you think gave SaddamNall his fucking weapons?" "We did!" "all right?" "NWe're here." "All the rest is bullshit." "Yeah." "man." "I'm taking a break." "What you got?" "Photos." "man." "You better shoot yourselfNin the foot... and get a ticket home... because Jodies areNgonna be all over her!" "Look at her!" "NAin't she an animal!" "They won'tNleave her alone!" "man." "Nice?" "Come on." "I'd drink a gallon of her peeNjust to see where it came from." "Nall right." "This is hardcore right here." "This is close to porn.NLet me see that one.NLet me see." "She's gotNa baby fist down here." "dream on." "man.NI'm storing it for later." "y'all horny fucksNwanna see a beautiful woman?" "Yeah!" "niet's see it.NLet's see it." "Give it up!" "NCheck this out." "give it up." "no." "no!" "PleaseNdon't love me!" "tell them how many tortillasNshe had before that picture." "man." "man." "man." "fuck you guys!" "Married guys." "married guysNlose brain cells by the billions." "If the Corps wanted youNto have a wife... they would haveNissued you one." "they would haveNissued you one." "Yeah!" "Swofford?" "man." "Thanks." "right?" "Yeah." "She have her own clothes?" "ain't this cozy as fuck?" "NYou guys get settled in?" "Staff Sergeant!" "if you're not too busy..." "NGas!" "Gas!" "Gas!" "Right now!" "NI'm talking about gas!" "niet's go!" "Let's move it!" "Nwhat the fuck are you doing?" "Let's go!" "Get it on!" "Right now your dicksNare falling off!" "Your skin is bubble wrap!" "niet's go!" "Move it!" "Don't get lazy." "Didn't I tell youNnot to get lazy?" "Let's go!" "Let's go.NWhat are you doing?" "you moron!" "niet's go!" "It's been 30 seconds." "What the fuck are you doing?" "NGet it on!" "Nyou ain't got to get ready!" "You nasty motherfuckers are soNlazy!" "I told you to stay on point!" "That's 45 seconds!" "NWhat you doing?" "NWhat you doing?" "You better get yourNmotherfucking ass in gear!" "You gonna be the first motherfuckerNI kick up in the ass." "Get it on!" "NI'm trying!" "They packed mine wrong!" "Nlet's go!" "Put it on!" "Let's go!" "Stop!" "NStop it right now!" "Luke." "Luke." "55 seconds." "You're all dead." "And since you're all dead..." "I guess you wouldn't mind takingNa little run in these suits." "Let's go!" "Nif you don't pick it up..." "I'm gonna shoot you in your fucking foot!" "NMove it!" "The price of crude oilNhas nearly doubled." "President BushNsends in more troops." "Nwe gather for formation." "Nall of it." "And we hydrate." "hold them up." "We patrol the empty desert." "Get down!" "And we dehydrate." "We throw hand grenades... into nowhere." "We navigateNimaginary minefields." "We fire at nothing." "And we hydrate some more." "You will hydrateNtill I get full." "There you go.NHold it down." "hold them up." "Ntowards the border... and we wait for them." "This is our labor." "We wait." "I got one!" "A white one!" "Master race." "Check her out.NIt's beautiful." "Chango's reign of terrorNis over!" "Over!" "Come on!" "NChango." "come on." "Chango!" "kid!" "Come on!" "Come on!" "whitey!" "Come on." "Come on." "Come on!" "Come on!" "Nmotherfuckers!" "All right!" "I told you!" "Chango!" "Chango!" "Chango!" "Chango!" "Fucking asshole." "Suggested techniquesNfor the Marine to use... in the avoidanceNof boredom and loneliness:" "Masturbation... rereading of letters from unfaithfulNwives and girlfriends... cleaning your rifle... further masturbation... rewiring Walkmen... arguing about religionNand meaning of life... discussing in detail every womanNthe Marine has ever fucked... suchNas Cuban versus Mexican..." "Harleys versus Hondas... left- versus right-handedNmasturbation... further cleaning of rifle... studying of FilipinoNmail-order bride catalog... further masturbation... planning ofNMarine's first meal on return home... imagining whatNthe Marine's girlfriend... and her man JodyNare doing in the hay... or in the alley... or in a hotel bed." "Is she up there yet?" "NWhat?" "man." "she will be.NShe'll be right there." "She's gonna look beautiful up there.NYeah. Thank you." "I wonder what she's doingNright now." "No way to know." "here are the rules." "Nyou do not get specific." "Tell them that there's noNbetter shooters in the world... than Marine snipers." "Tell them that you're happyNto be here." "You're proud of the mission.NAll right?" "And you can't wait to mashNthe fuck out of these Iraqis." "Anything other than thatNcomes out of your mouth..." "I get fucked up." "NI'm gonna fuck you up." "Take your shirts off.NShow your muscles." "You've been working out.NThis is censorship." "This is what?" "NCensorship." "You're telling us what we canNand can't say to the press." "That's un-American." "what about freedom of speech?" "NThe Constitution?" "you signed a contract.NYou don't have any rights." "you complain toNSaddam Insane... and you seeNif he gives a fuck." "that's exactlyNwhat Saddam Hussein does." "You're treating usNthe same way." "You are a Marine." "There's no such thingNas speech that is free." "You must payNfor everything that you say." "speed." "You're a MarineNhere in Saudi Arabia." "Are you glad to be here?" "NI'm glad to be here." "My uncle and my fatherNserved in Vietnam... so I'm proud to serveNmy country here." "I have supreme confidenceNin all my leaders... from my team leaderNto my President." "yeah." "who's waitingNfor you back home?" "Can I give a message to my brother?" "NSure." "hey." "He's gonna get this?" "NUh-huh." "Tim!" "What's up?" "Nand you are a maniac." "You're crazy.NHe'll understand that." "You're a MarineNhere in Saudi Arabia." "How do you hopeNthe Kuwaitis will greet you?" "How do you feelNabout the Iraqis?" "They're the enemy.NDo you have nightmares about them?" "How do you..." "I love it out here.NThis is what I want." "'Cause I count for something." "Back home..." "I'd be working some nowhere job.NNobody would even know I was alive." "We burn the fatNoff our souls." "he said that." "Who's waitingNfor you back home?" "NI have a girlfriend waiting for me." "Anything you'd likeNto say to her?" "sure." "Yeah." "Kristina." "Here we are." "Are you scared?" "NI'm very happy to be here." "I love my country." "Dad." "They're treating meNall right here." "It was an opportunity for meNto defend America... the country which has givenNfreedom to me and to my family." "And it is an honorNto fight for that freedom." "To defend my country... and to serve my country... and to learn skills to eventuallyNgo into law enforcement." "Are you scared?" "Look..." "I'm 20 years old... and I was dumb enoughNto sign a contract." "I can hearNtheir fucking bombs already." "I can hear their bombs." "yeah." "all right?" "So in caseNof a chemical attack... what provisionsNdo your men have for that?" "This is what we callNthe NBC suits." "That's nuclear-biologicalN- chemical protective suits." "We also have a mask.NThis is the M17 A1 mask... which is fittedNwith a drinking tube... so these guys can drinkNfrom their canteens... without taking offNtheir masks." "really?" "NWant to try it?" "sure." "it is." "we need theseNin order to protect us." "They fight with all thisNin all this heat?" "they do.NThey fight with it and... let me giveNyou a small demonstration of that." "get rid of the ball." "Get rid of the ball." "Kruger!" "Get ridNof the fucking ball." "Ball.NFuck." "Give me the ball." "Ntoday is your lucky day." "These reporters want to seeNhow your NBC suits work." "so we're gonna continueNthis little football game... in full chemical gear." "let's go.NIt's 112 degrees." "will you?" "Let's play!" "Swoff.NI'm gonna hurt you so bad." "Do you like pain?" "Hut!" "Swoff!" "NWhere's the fucking ball?" "what is that?" "huh?" "Using his head." "Hut." "Hut!" "Cortez!" "bitch!" "I want him." "let's take him." "I'll takeNthe fucking midget." "you squishy-faced retard." "Don't you ever call meNa squishy-face." "squishy-face!" "squishy-face.NMotherfucker!" "that's it!" "NThat's halftime!" "Put the masks back on.NBring the water." "We're gonna furtherNthis demonstration." "these M17 A1Ndrinking tubes... are designed to work perfectlyNwith your canteen and your mask." "Take the narrow partNof the tube... with your fingersNextended and joined... and place it intoNthe appropriate receptacle... on the canteen lid.NThe lid on my canteen's fucked." "Watch your mouth.NI got another one for you right there." "NStaff Sergeant." "We're gonna die of dehydration.NWe're not gonna die.NJust cool it." "Nmy drinking tube fell off... at the gas chamber at Pendleton.NIt's been four months... and I wantNeverybody to understand this!" "Fucking piece of shit!" "NAnd I want you to play fucking ball!" "baby!" "Go!" "Kruger of Arabia!" "field fuck.NField fuck?" "Field fuck!" "It's just goodNold American..." "Shit." "Nyou assholes." "Stop it!" "Put your clothes on!" "bring the camera." "You're gonna put your clothes onNand quit acting like monkeys." "assholes!" "Come on." "Let's go check outNthe artillery and everything." "Field what?" "NHe said "field fun." "That's one of the exercisesNthat we run here in the field." "The armory." "let's... you hear?" "I don't hear you laughing now." "I can't hear you." "That's better." "Sounds jovial." "Platoon!" "Atten-hut!" "Staff Sergeant!" "Staff Sergeant!" "I haveNmore important things to do... like play with my balls." "Nyou guys are scheduled... for a little two-day vacationNback in the rear... so I suggestNyou get your shit together." "You can startNby taking all that down." "Fuck!" "whatever." "pack up." "Fergie." "What are you listening to?" "NMy mom's Christmas tape." "You're a retard." "you and your momNgot fire watch tonight." "2200 to 0200." "that's twoNstraight weeks." "Why does it have to be me?" "'Cause you're so boot.NYou are boot." "yeah." "man.NWhat's that?" "I just want it to sayN"no preference." "Is that so fucking hard?" "What difference does it make?" "NGod knows you're "no preference." "At least they gotNthe blood type right." "which would you rather get?" "NThe wrong prayer or the wrong blood?" "One lonely pink letterNfrom Sacramento." "Kristina." "I wonderNwhat she's up to?" "I dare you..." "Go jerk off outside." "my God.NWhat?" "I have a son!" "man!" "I got a little boy!" "niet's see." "Look at that cute kid." "man." "No way." "That's definitelyNMontezuma Jr." "as long as he'sNnot a Cuban with a little dick." "can I see him?" "Pinko." "man." "I'll put my little boy up." "Doesn't look good." "man.NShe got a new friend?" "Nand she says he's a good listener." "man." "I told you." "I told you." "She's one of those girlsNwith a military fetish." "and she's getting offNwhen she tells the Jody... that her boyfriend'sNa jarhead." "fuck off." "I can see it.NI can see it now.NShe works in a hotel." "right?" "N"Jody!" "Jody!" "Six-foot-four!" "hey." "Go pull the legs off a spider." "Corporal." "man." "We heading back to the rear.NWe'll get some AC..." "Nyou can use the phone." "I'm gonna call her.NYou fucking A." "Even if she is fuckingNsomeone else." "Root beer shower!" "NNo more monkey ass!" "Root beer shower!" "What?" "Where are you going?" "NTo work." "Where you going?" "Nbut smaller." "Fuck!" "Fuck!" "Hello?" "it's me." "Hello?" "NHello." "Tony." "How are you?" "I'm good.NHow are you?" "Missing you." "too." "I saw your mom.NWe went to visit your sister." "How is she?" "NYour mom?" "Rini." "She's doing better.NShe's doing really good." "So this guy..." "NDid you get the pictures?" "I got them.NThey're great." "Did you see the oneNof you and me?" "The guy at the hotel..." "NWho?" "NKris?" "Carl?" "He's just a friend." "How well do you know him?" "he's just a friend." "I'm here." "Hello?" "NKris?" "Tony?" "NI'm here." "Tony!" "NKris?" "God.NKris?" "man." "Dettman's wife sent himNDeer Hunter." "Let's go watch it." "Put it on!" "Nyou fucking shit bird!" "Shut the fuck up." "You shut up already." "Yeah!" "you fucking boot." "Swoff." "What the fuck?" "That's my wife." "That's my fucking wife!" "fuck." "That's my wife." "That's Clancey.NThat's my fucking neighbor." "I lent him my fucking car.NThat's my wife." "That's my fucking wife!" "You fucking bitch!" "No!" "You slut!" "No!" "Fuck!" "baby." "come on." "Dettman." "Come on." "Fuck!" "I wanna go home!" "I wanna go home." "NBrian?" "man!" "niet's watch it again!" "That's enough!" "That's enough!" "no!" "Why?" "NThat's his fucking wife!" "No fun!" "What are you doing?" "I'm waiting for you to leaveNso I can watch it again." "Why do you want toNwatch it again?" "I want to watch it again." "Why?" "I want to seeNwhat it's like... to watch somebody elseNfuck your girlfriend." "Come on." "Get your shit." "Come on." "We're going back." "For most problems... the Marine is issuedNa solution." "go to sickbay." "call corpsman." "Nreport to graves registration." "however... no standard solution exists." "No... standard... solution... exists." "buddy?" "NMerry Christmas.NYeah." "I hear you got some good shit." "on winged feet." "Here... read this." "What is it?" "nit's a love letter for the Major." "I write all of his letters." "NI wish I was up in you now... with a finger in your ass." "Captain Skinboat." "I studied classicsNat Dartmouth." "It's a good school." "five gallons." "Swoff.NWhich way do I mount this?" "What does it say?" "yeah." "Got to be a clue.NThanks. Sorry." "NI'll pay you back." "Not again." "It's Christmas Eve." "I'll send you outNa fucking tree." "a tree.NMerry Christmas." "Fucking killers!" "Shit!" "Shit!" "Shit." "shit!" "What the fuck?" "Come on!" "Now!" "Let's get some!" "Fuck!" "Fuck!" "Fuck!" "Fuck!" "Fuck!" "What the fuck is that?" "It's time to do it all!" "nit's time for me to... guys." "I'm really sorry." "It was my sausages." "Fucker's fucked now." "So do you have all of that unauthorizedNbeverage out of your system?" "NSwofford?" "It was mine.NIt was yours." "But since you don't know howNto handle responsibility... we are demoting you." "You are now a private." "You think you're the only oneNthat's bored around here?" "Nand it will begin..." "I don't want youNcovering my ass." "So guess what's next?" "Instructions for theNeffective burning of shitters." "The Marine will needNthe following:" "None pair of welder's gloves..." "Nand one box of matches." "Marine." "So you are the fucking idiotNwho tried to burn down my camp." "sir." "Stick that back in there." "sir." "I don't careNif it's full of Chanel No. 5." "I'm not going to the other side ofNthis camp for my morning glory." "Stick that fuckerNback in there." "I'm waiting." "I left you a little giftNin there." "not too soft." "Perfect." "sir." "Private." "Done." "Done." "Again." "Again." "Done.NDone." "Cortez?" "NTwenty-six in a row." "What would you say if I told youNI was gonna kill you... for fucking me over like that?" "Nit was an accident." "An accident." "Right.NLike when this trigger slips." "your nice littleNmom and dad are where?" "Cottonwood Falls.NCottonwood Falls.NThey'll be sad." "They won't have their littleNboy to send fucking cookies to." "I'll say it wasNan accidental discharge." "I might even spend some timeNin the brig... but I'll endNthis fucking waiting." "And I'll know what it's likeNto kill a man." "What are you doing?" "I'm in the firing positionNknown as the sitting position." "itNis the platform most likely... to enable a Marine toNeffectively kill his target." "Ngenerally an enemy... but sometimes a friendNor friendly." "Nor friendly fucking... or getting friendly fucked." "Nit was your watch." "and I was justNsitting there thinking about home." "Cortez?" "You think I'll accidentally killNyour homeboy from boot camp?" "Sure you'll kill him.NAccidents happen." "right?" "NI don't see shit." "This ain't even my tent." "Swoff." "man?" "The M16A2 service rifleNis a lightweight..." "Nmagazine-fed shoulder weapon." "It fires a 5.56 mmNball projectile... 800 feet per second." "This is my rifle.NRepeat after me." "Repeat after me." "Repeat after me!" "This is my rifle.NThere you go." "That's right." "Say the fucking words!" "There are many like it.NThere are many like it." "But this one is mine." "you fucking idiot!" "No.NThis is my rifle!" "Nbut this one is mine!" "NI am nothing.NThis is... come on!" "NShut the fuck up." "Shut the fuck up." "Shut the fuck upNand repeat after me!" "I'm..." "This is my rifle.NThere are many like it!" "my rifle isNnothing!" "Fucking say it!" "NRepeat after me!" "NI am nothing!" "I am nothing!" "NI am nothing." "Shut the fuck up.NI'm nothing." "Shut the fuck up.NShut the fuck up." "Get up." "then.NFucking shoot me!" "Shoot me in the fucking face!" "NI don't want to." "Do you fucking seeNhow hard it is?" "you fucking faggot!" "I don't want to.NFriendly fucking fire!" "you fucking pussy!" "NNo." "Fuck!" "Fuck." "Fuck." "Fuck." "Fuck." "So you had a round in the chamber?" "NYou were locked and loaded?" "man." "Look at him.NHe's fucking shaking." "man." "Okay." "Look at him." "Nand I will shoot you myself." "All right?" "Well?" "man." "What was that?" "It might be an echo." "too." "Call it in." "See if there areNfriendlies in the area." "Lima 2 Charlie." "Lima 2 Charlie." "man." "Nand we have this fucking shit." "man." "Nspread it out." "Troy." "Troy." "man?" "NI don't know." "man." "Nwe're gonna fucking melt." "Form a line!" "Okay." "What do we do now?" "Looks like they wanna talk." "Yeah?" "How you gonna do that?" "That's his left hand.NShoot him!" "easy.NHold your fire." "what are you doing?" "NSwoff!" "cover him." "Fucking crazy motherfucker." "man?" "What?" "What is he doing?" "Calm down." "What the fuck is he doing?" "Don't fucking touch the rifle!" "Back up!" "Back the fuck up!" "No fire." "No fire!" "What did he say?" "NSomeone shot their camels." "man." "Eight men for five camels." "Swoff spoke Arabic." "but he spoke Arabic." "yeah." "But at leastNwe finally saw something." "You guys should seeNwhat the.40 does... though." "NFowler?" "It turns the head inside outNin about three fucking knots." "too." "slow..." "Boom!" "shit!" "Wow!" "Here they are!" "NMy lady love!" "boys!" "teach me some of that Arabic.NWhat's "Come suck my dick"?" "...ducks fucking... get with the hero.NI like you." "Fowler.NThat's the one." "You saw." "man." "That bitch wanted me.NDid you see that?" "man." "You just haven't gotNto kill anything yet." "man.NDon't fucking touch me." "You'll get to kill somethingNsometime." "man.NYour day will come." "Listen up!" "I'm about to read to youNwhat Mr. Saddam Hussein... has just saidNto the Iraqi people." "And you better not considerNthis a bunch of bullshit." "The mother of all battlesNis upon us." "The sacrificesNthe Iraqi people will make... are equal to the importanceNof the victory." "Kuwait is the branch thatNmust be returned to the tree." "The blood of the infidelsNwill flow like a river." ""Jihad is the wayNof all Arab people."" "We are nowNOperation Desert Storm." "And we're the fuckingNrighteous hammer of God." "And that hammer is coming down.NIt's real now." "We're going to the border." "Ooh-rah!" "Let's go!" "Let's move it!" "Let's punch in this clock.NWe got work to do." "Let's go." "Let's move." "Come on!" "Let's go!" "Move." "Listen up." "When we cross this bermNtomorrow... 000Ncasualties the first day." "There will be gas.NIt will be fucking nasty." "These atropine-oxime injectors goNalong with your PB pill packs." "In the event that you're attackedNby nerve agents such as soman... these agents will produceNcasualties immediately... if you do not deploy theseNcountermeasures fucking ricky-tick." "if we've alreadyNtaken a set of PB pills... and just now been issuedNthe fucking injector?" "Shut the fuck up.NI'm sick of your shit." "man.NCalm down." "they don't want chemicallyNdead fighters on CNN." "Kruger." "What the fuck is this?" "nit's a waiver." "It says these pillsNaren't proven." "It says you won't sueNif you get fucked up." "fine." "Nand a year later... my asshole will turn inside outNand start fucking talking to me." "It's all a bitch.NThese pills ain't worth a shit." "Nyou country motherfuck!" "Saddam InsaneNused chemical weapons... and he killedNthousands like fucking that." "theirNkids came out fucked up." "Nno anal opening... blind." "Such fucked upNlittle motherfuckers... they should haveNjust killed them all anyway." "Ndon't take the pills." "Nsign the fucking waivers... and take the fucking pills!" "Nget your pills in your hand." "Get them out.NGet them so I can see them." "Now take the pillNand put it on your tongue." "Swallow the pill." "Now let me see your tongues." "doesn't that feel better?" "NDon't we all feel better?" "Staff Sergeant!" "NGood." "dig your sleeping holes." "Dig your holesNwith the hands God gave you." "Fucking zoomies." "They're gonna win the warNall by themselves?" "too." "man?" "NWe're scout fucking snipers." "Nwe lead the fucking way.NOoh-rah!" "Ooh-rah." "look around.NYou hear those planes." "This war is gonna moveNtoo fast for us." "000 yards." "Nthat would take a week." "a year." "it's gonna takeNabout 10 fucking seconds." "By the time we haveNour rifles dialed... the war is going to beNa mile down the road." "Wake up!" "Jesus!" "What the fuck is going on?" "Get out of my sleeping hole." "andNyou're fucking with their heads." "Get out of my sleeping hole." "Lucky day!" "Listen up!" "0900." "you got to signNyour waiver again." "I can't readNyour fucking handwriting." "Staff Sergeant." "Done." "I could read it the first time." "Troy got turnedNdown for re-enlistment." "What?" "You're fucking with me." "watch your mouth.NI don't need your fucking attitude." "is to be in the Suck." "Nbut the Suck doesn't want him." "He had a criminal record.NHe lied about it." "And he lied about itNon his application." "Nhe's out." "He's out." "The reason I'm telling you is soNyou can keep him from fucking up." "You thinkNyou can manage that?" "Can you manage that?" "What?" "nso you weren't even gonna tell me?" "What?" "Why don't you just shut the fuckNup and mind your own business?" "man?" "man." "man." "Sent it backNlike you send back a ring." "What did she write?" "NKristina." "Nthen?" "NSwoff." "not anyone." "Time doesn't stopNback in the real world... 'cause we're about to go in the shit.NWe're Marines." "we're jarheads." "what the fuckNdo you know?" "Nand that's all I need to know." "Jar-fucking-head." "what's theNMarine Corps birthday?" "1775." "Older than the USA.NFucking A." "Philadelphia." "That's the cityNof brotherly love." "A. Tarawa?" "Bloodiest battleNof World War II." "Dan Daly?" "Killed 37 Chinese by hand duringNthe Boxer Rebellion of 1900." "The greatest weapon on earth?" "NThe Marine and his rifle!" "You wanna winNyour fucking war?" "You tell it to the Marines!" "Get the brand!" "Get the brand!" "NNow!" "Now!" "Now!" "Get him down!" "He's yours." "man." "We turnedNthe inside of our tent... into a circus." "Nwe cannot be injured." "Nwe cannot be touched." "But we are insane... to believe this." "Incoming!" "Corpsman!" "Get the fuck in here!" "NGet the fuck in here!" "Get the fuck down here!" "Incoming!" "My combat action... has commenced." "Corpsman!" "Corpsman!" "Are you all right?" "man?" "I pissed myself." "Got to find the fucking FO.NWhat?" "Nthey got us dialed in." "We gotta find the fuck..." "NGet down!" "you get on the binos." "You get your binosNand you find him." "get on that radio.NRadio's dead." "Go to the com truck!" "NLook up!" "NAnd get some batteries!" "Where is it?" "nit's over there!" "Jesus!" "nit ain't getting no closer." "Get the fuck going!" "Fuck!" "Corpsman!" "Corpsman!" "Do not fucking die!" "ndo not fucking die!" "Do not fucking die!" "Do not fucking die!" "This fucking holeNisn't deep enough!" "What are you talking about?" "NWe need batteries for the 77." "we are fucking dying!" "I need a fucking batteryNfor the 77." "Why are you fuckingNarguing with me?" "What are you doing?" "NThose are dead batteries!" "Shut up!" "What took you so long?" "NFuck you." "Ncall that fucker in." "I just ran through incomingNto get a dead fucking battery." "Welcome to the Suck." "Fuck!" "you was too fucking slow!" "NThey're already retreating!" "Sykes says we're going after them!" "NWe're gonna get some!" "baby." "Those thingsNare fucking tank killers." "Fowler." "zoomies!" "Let's dropNthat righteous hand of God!" "get backNin formation." "stay in position." "They're gonna drop the handNof God all over the Iraqis!" "stay in your formation.NYeah!" "get..." "Are they supposedNto come back?" "Get in formation!" "Incoming!" "Nthis is Echo 5 Charlie." "priority." "Nin grid 671 584." "Nover." "What are they doing?" "NSupposed to be flying." "Fucking assholes." "Nand we keep moving." "They fucking thoughtNwe were Iraqis?" "Keep moving." "Come on." "Keep moving." "They could be overNthis next berm." "let's stay focused.NWe're heading north." "Let's move out." "Keep your eyes open." "What are you doing?" "NThey were trying to get away." "man." "Come on." "here." "Thanks." "NI gotta take a shit." "Stay in voice range." "Spaghetti marinara." "huh?" "You all right?" "NYeah." "What's over there?" "Nothing." "Holy shit!" "What?" "NOil wells." "They lit up the oil wells." "fellas." "You ever see that movieNGiant?" "man." "Bick." "Bick.NRicher than you." "shut your trap.NThat shit's poison." "Come on." "The earth is bleeding." "N'cause we're gonna be living in it." "boys." "Shit." "Shit's stinging my eyes." "My eyes is burning!" "Shit!" "NI can't see." "it's burning!" "nit's burning!" "get me some water." "it's burning!" "Calm down." "It's okay.NWhat are you doing?" "Don't rub your eyes.NDon't rub your eyes." "it's burning!" "I need that towel." "there you go.NYou want me to wipe your ass now?" "Shit!" "NPut them back on." "man.NPut them back on." "man." "listen up!" "The wind's changed.NWe're moving out this shit." "Let's move!" "I came here to fight." "I've just got to get outNof this fucking oil." "man." "Let's go." "man.NCan't we get our own fucking music?" "Krug... what's Fowler doingNdigging way over there?" "He ain't digging." "what are you doing?" "Fowler!" "What are you diggingNover there?" "Nothing." "Our ordersNare to dig over here." "Mind your ownNfucking business." "H2O?" "come here.NI gotta show you something." "man." "Who's under there?" "NJust my friend." "Ta-da." "Fowler." "huh?" "Jesus.NGet that out of here." "Fowler." "guys." "Check outNwhat I put in his mouth." "Swoffy?" "NSwoff doesn't like Ahab." "man." "a fag?" "NI will beat your fucking head in." "I swear to God.NHey." "Get it out of here." "The whole goddamn desertNis shitting dead ragheads." "Have we done anything?" "Have we done anythingNbut walk around in the sand?" "I didn't kill him.NHe's dead." "Move." "Fuck you." "man." "I'll get as many as I want." "You won't get this one." "man!" "'Cause I don't evenNfucking want that one!" "I don't." "Fowler... stay sharp." "It's all right." "You're gonna be all right." "It's all right." "Whoa." "You're coveredNin this fucking oil." "but the Marines don't." "NFowler will be passing out shit-paper." "I could be workingNwith my brother right now." "He's got a dry-wall businessNin Compton." "the metal studs." "I could be his partner." "Said he'd give me that brand newNDodge Ram Charger." "the 318 Magnum?" "NThe beast?" "too.NLots of AC." "maybe." "Take my kids to schoolNevery morning." "too." "Probably increase productivity 40 to 50%." "000 a year." "Do you know why I don't?" "Because I love this job." "I thank God for every fucking day thatNHe gives me in the Corps." "Ooh-rah." "who else gets aNchance to see shit like this?" "You know what I'm saying?" "Staff Sergeant." "Do you?" "Listen up." "Colonel saysNhe wants my best snipers." "it's you two." "Nwhole fucking units... but the Republican GuardNis still out there... and they areNmost definitely hardcore." "So you keep your shit together.NGo over there." "Staff Sergeant." "Staff Sergeant." "What?" "NThank you." "Njust don't fucking die." "Let's go." "Fucking A." "Nyou fucking pussies." "Sykes thinksNyou boys are good." "sir." "if it comes from himNit's not bullshit." "I got the kind of mission... scout snipers would popNtheir grandmother to get." "We got 750 Republican GuardsNdug in around a control tower... at airfield Al Jabar." "Grid 703 003." "The recon reports two high-rankingNofficers in the tower." "All my air is tied upNfarther north till 1800." "So if you couldNtake out those officers... maybe the cannon fodderNwill white flag it... and save me having to takeNthe whole battalion..." "Nright up the middle." "sir." "This is not Rambo time." "understood?" "sir.NOutstanding." "Some of my officers think thatNscout snipers are prima donnas." "They think STA standsNfor Sun Tan Association." "sir." "Then fucking show me." "Clear." "shit!" "man." "The sun's going down." "Shit!" "Wait." "Jesus." "Charlie." "This is Lima 2 Sierra." "Over." "Officers in control tower.NOver." "huh?" "Range?" "900 yards." "Wind is?" "west to east." "Charlie." "Requesting permissionNto take the shot." "Over." "Set.NWe have the shot." "Over." "Affirmative." "Out." "Permission to fire." "Fire." "Fire." "Fire." "What the fuck frequencyNare you on?" "fuck." "We got air.NI'm calling it in." "We have permissionNto take the shot." "you wereNjust gonna shoot one guy." "it'll blowNyour fucking minds." "Bad knees.NCollege football." "sir." "Request denied." "You never know how many chancesNyou're gonna get to do this." "wait." "just let us take this one shotNright before the air comes in." "NMarine." "Hitman 45... wait." "wait." "Nwe won't tell anybody." "We don't need to tell anybody.NWhat difference does it make?" "We have a perfect shot.NJust let us take it." "Negative." "sir." "Hitman 45." "Hitman 45.NThis is Corporal... he's dead anyway!" "NJust let us fucking do it!" "NCorporal.NTroy." "What difference does it make?" "NGive him back the handset." "If it doesn't makeNa fucking difference... why the fuckNdo you have to do it?" "Because we have the goddamn shot!" "NThat's why we're here!" "Give me the fucking handset!" "NFucking fuck!" "Fucking stop!" "Stop it!" "NThat's my kill!" "Fuck!" "That is my kill!" "NThat is my kill!" "You fucking desk jockey!" "He's a fucking prick." "hell!" "It isn't done!" "Let go of me.NJust fucking let go of me." "I was trying..." "I was trying to explain..." "Fuck!" "man." "You STA boysNare some weird motherfuckers." "Hitman 45." "Hitman 45.NThis is Bravo 4 Lima." "Over." "Are we ever gonnaNget to kill anyone?" "Fuck if I know." "When are they gonnaNkick you out?" "Two weeks after we get back." "I already haveNmy separation papers." "You got any ideas?" "I'll sell some crack.NSling some dope." "all you want is in." "All I want is out." "Welcome to the Suck." "Where's our pickup?" "Shit." "man." "it's gottenNthe battalion." "We don't know that.NThey could be friendly." "You ever hearNfriendly fire like that?" "Fuck." "you hear that?" "NWhat is that?" "NScreaming." "Nover this berm." "Ready?" "Are you ready?" "Let's fucking getNthose motherfuckers." "I'll cover you." "Go!" "Go!" "Go!" "Shit." "You motherfuckersNwere still out there?" "did you?" "Having a little party.NYou're a little overdressed." "motherfucker.NYou didn't die." "Have a cigar." "It won't kill you." "Party on!" "Ndid you get a fucking kill?" "man?" "NNo." "shit." "We're fucking..." "NThis fucked up rodeo is over!" "We're going home!" "boys.NI'm burning all these." "We don't need them anymore." "man!" "NHe's fucking history!" "he's fucking history!" "We never have to come backNto this shit hole ever again!" "I never shot my rifle." "You do it now." "Four days." "Four hours." "One minute." "That was my war." "You want some beer?" "I got a beer." "The party's started now." "Marines!" "Marines!" "Ooh-rah!" "You did it." "You did it clean." "You made us proud." "Semper Fi." "Semper fucking Fi." "Marine." "Welcome home." "son." "Staff Sergeant." "You mind if I sit downNin your bus?" "Every war is different." "Ooh-rah." "Every war is the same." "Give me one shot... where you going?" "Yeah?" "man." "how you doing?" "NNice haircut." "thanks.NCome on in." "man." "A story." "A man fires a rifleNfor many years... and he goes to war." "And afterwardsNhe comes home... and he sees that whatever elseNhe might do with his life... build a house... love a woman... change his son's diaper... he will always remain... a jarhead." "And all the jarheads... killing and dying... they will always... be me." "We are still... in the desert."