"Don't you be looking at me, boy." "New rifles, LT." "They got extra uniforms in their packs." "Fresh recruits." "We got beaucoup sandal prints, LT." "Looks like wheel tracks from the antiaircraft gun." "LT." "The village secure?" "More than that." "The place is a ghost town." "I mean, it's empty." "All right, everyone stay awake." "Johnson, what are you doing?" "Flag's mine." "Brockman, you leave your brain at boot camp?" "That stinking flag's probably booby-trapped." "Negative over here." "Well, it takes a whole lot of bad guys to get them to abandon their village." "Yeah, but those prints were too deep to be some skinny little paddy-daddy." "Heavily armed troops?" "That's what I figure." "Me too." "I smell something big." "Maybe we can get our prisoner there to tell command all about that." "Maybe he can tell us." "How's your Vietnamese today, sergeant?" "Number one, GI." "Good." "Brockman, bring that outstanding citizen over here." "Aah!" "Look out!" "Anybody hurt?" "You all right?" "Yeah." "I believe that prisoner killed himself to keep from telling us about the build up." "Sir, this is happening." "You can feel it." "Feel isn't good enough, lieutenant." "I need something concrete." "Well, what about the deserted villages?" "What about the antiaircraft tracks?" "What about the new VC recruits?" "If that doesn't sound like a build up..." "If there were a significant build up, we'd know." "G-2 has the most sophisticated equipment in the Army." "Infrared monitors that can see Charlie in the dark, hair samplers that can pick up his urine at 500 meters." "I'm willing to rely on them." "I'm giving you an eyewitness report from an experienced combat platoon." "They have been out too long, lieutenant." "Seven days straight." "Take a load off." "That's an order." "Can we get G-2 to evaluate my findings?" "I'll think about it." "Yo!" "Come in." "You're listening to the Armed Forces radio." "Hey, LT, how you doing?" "All right." "Saving the good stuff?" "Finally got some news." "Guess what Major Darling said?" "Let G-2 handle it." "I knew it." "I guess he'd rather get his intelligence from a piece of equipment than from the guys that are in the field." "Yeah, well, has he got equipment over there that'll explain to me why in the hell my ex-wife has not gotten her child support allotment for the last three months?" "Only three months, huh?" "My daughter ain't got money for school clothes." "Well, sergeant, I got some money..." "Oh, come on, LT." "Sorry." "I mean, I can handle it, you know?" "I'll go over there in the morning and bang some heads together, as soon as I post the duty roster." "Actually, Darling's decided to give the unit a couple days off." "So tomorrow we got no duty." "Damn!" "You know what?" "That's gonna make me a hero around here." "Yeah, you can take Taylor into town and win your allotment at the poker table." "Mm-mmm." "I mean, normally, that might be a good suggestion, but that Lieutenant Patterson from the Inspector General's office, she said that she would like to see Spec 4 Taylor first thing in the morning." "Has Taylor got himself into something?" "I don't know, but if he has, that little woman is gonna find out." "This bureaucracy wastes more energy investigating itself, and Charlie gets stronger and stronger." "I mean, that..." "That prisoner that we caught today, he killed himself instead of talking to us." "That boy had motivation, LT." "I hate to say this, but that's the difference." "They believe in what they're doing." "Meanwhile, we've got a major that won't listen to field reports because he only takes intelligence from G-2." "But then, who really cares as long as the paperwork's in order?" "Look, my ex-wife has not gotten a check for three months now." "She's had my daughter to the doctor a couple of times, she's got bills to pay, she needs money." "And like I said, I need a note from your first sergeant." "No one comes to Personnel without a note from his first sergeant." "Sergeant Major Tweety's orders." "I don't need these till tomorrow, Sweet." "They're done." "Look here, sergeant major, give me a break, will you, please?" "I just got back from two weeks in the bush." "We all have our problems." "Mine is handling Lieutenant Patterson's audit." "And these old boys are gonna keep Sergeant Hart here past quitting time." "Yeah, well, Charlie kept me past quitting time plenty." "Didn't stop me from taking care of my men." "Stop giving my boss grief." "Get a note, come back tomorrow." "Sergeant Anderson!" "Spec 4 Sweet." "Maybe I can straighten out your records for you." "On, man, forget about it." "Hey, you shouldn't have to put up with all this bull." "You guys do all the fighting." "Since when do you rear-echelon types give a hoot?" "I didn't volunteer for Vietnam to be a clerk." "I want to go to the field." "Now, if I fix your records, would you let me into your platoon?" "Wait a minute, hold on, slow down a minute." "You want out of a desk job?" "Oh, you bet!" "Sergeant Hart keeps promising to transfer me, but I know he never will." "I'm gonna be a chair-borne ranger for the rest of my tour unless someone from a combat unit speaks up for me." "Now, you listen to me now." "Combat is serious." "So am I." "Yeah, but you got to be trained." "I've qualified expert in all the weapons at Fort Dix." "Let me show you." "Now, look here, my beef is with the sergeants who make the rules, all right?" "Now, I appreciate and I believe the fact that you're on my side." "Sergeant, I want to be in a combat unit." "Just give me a chance to show you what I can do." "Rifle range, 1600 hours." "Ohh..." "All right, all right." "All right." "You're welcome." "I hear you're friendly with Lieutenant McKay." "I thought maybe you could speak to him before he becomes tied up in a formal inquiry." "Why would he be involved in an inquiry?" "He's a PX officer." "And PX goods have become a staple on the black market in Saigon." "I also hear he has a penthouse on Todo Street that would make Hugh Hefner proud." "Wait a minute, wait a minute." "Johnny's a scrounger, but he is not a crook." "Selling government property to the Vietnamese?" "That's not his style." "Anyone who can afford a penthouse on lieutenant's pay must know who to grease." "Maybe you could... ask him to point me in the right direction." "I can do that." "Come in." "Thank you, Miss Devlin." "Yeah." "Johnny will be tickled to hear you think he's a major criminal." "Private Taylor." "Miss Devlin." "Specialist Taylor reporting as ordered, ma'am." "At ease, specialist." "I asked to see you because I thought you could help me with my investigation." "I'm not much of an investigator." "Well, they tell me you know everything that goes on around here." "Is that true?" "If you're trying to say I've done something," "I haven't done nothing." "A lot of people are taking advantage of the Army." "Everybody in the rear has gotta hustle." "But besides from a few guys trading greenbacks on the black market, I..." "I can't help you." "Can I count on you to come and see me if you hear anything?" "Can you handle that?" "Come see you?" "Yeah, I can handle that." "I can get into that." "Look, Lieutenant Patterson, this may be out of line, but I gotta say it." "But I'm really attracted to you." "Please..." "No, just hear me out." "See, I never felt this way about anybody before." "And I know you're an officer, but I'd like to see you." "I think you better go now, specialist." "Yes, ma'am." "Yes..." "You're right." "Hey." "Ready on the firing line." "Now the prone position." "Well, I'd say that's pretty good shooting for a desk jockey." "Thanks, sir." "Try this here submachine gun everybody's making a big fuss about." "Not bad." "Anybody who shoots like that deserves a beer." "Come by the club Saturday." "Meet some of the guys." "Solid." "Later." "So, what do you think?" "Well, what I think is... you know how to handle a rifle." "Yeah, and I also know how to handle your allotment problem." "Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm." "Man, I ain't never felt like this about anybody." "Marcus, I'm telling you, you're asking for trouble, man." "This is an officer." "I don't care." "All I know is I can't sleep at night," "I can't think about anything but her." "So you're telling me you're in love." "I don't know what it is." "All I know is I feel funny inside." "Think it down, brother." "You been in combat too long, and it's getting to you." "It's driving me crazy." "What you do?" "Let go of me." "I'm a U.S. Army officer." "You get out of here!" "Go away!" "These goods are from the PX." "My business, I pay." "Go away!" "I'll go away as soon as you tell me who sold you these things?" "Was it Sergeant Major Boyd?" "No business with Boyd." "You go." "Now!" "Drop it." "Drop it!" "You all right?" "Yeah, I'm fine." "This property's stolen!" "You get out!" "Yeah, let's get outta here." "Lowlife punk!" "Thank you, guys, for helping me." "No big thing." "Oh, I gotta go hook up with the guys." "Oh, yeah, man, all right." "I'll be checking with you." "You know, you gotta be more careful." "These people down here play rough." "This war, this whole country's corrupt." "Maybe." "But look at it this way." "It got us together." "Chance meeting, specialist." "Well, the only chance I want is to be with you." "Please, don't say that." "Why?" "Why can't I say that that's the way I feel?" "Because we're not even supposed to be walking around like this." "The UCMJ forbids fraternization between enlisted personnel and officers." "Yeah, well, then, that's downright discrimination." "What?" "You want us to get a court-martial?" "They have to catch us first." "Besides, some things are worth taking the risk." "Look, I like you, Marcus, but I'm not..." "Then just listen, just listen." "I'm gonna be at the Paradise Hotel tomorrow afternoon." "Meet me there." "Don't get the wrong idea." "We don't have to do anything but talk." "Room service could bring up lunch." "That way, nobody could see us." "I can't." "It could be weeks before we have another chance like this." "I could be called back into the field any time." "Be there." "I don't understand it, man." "You've been to college, you got other skills, you don't have to get shot at." "Yeah, but I have to do it for myself." "What for, to get yourself killed?" "What good will that do you?" "That's not what I'm talking about." "I want to know how I'll stand up under fire." "Maybe it was listening to too many of my dad's war stories, seeing too many movies, but it just seems like it's something you do." "You know, like rites of passage to manhood and all that stuff." "Well, it ain't nothing like a movie, brother, believe me." "Yeah, the fear don't go away when the lights come up." "I know that." "But I gotta find out for myself." "You're an honest man, Sweet." "But you are a fool." "Well, I don't know, Ru." "I mean, I remember feeling that way, wanting the experience." "You were the same way." "Yeah, I was crazy." "All this is crazy, Sweet." "But you got to go through it to know that." "I hear what you're saying." "And I still hope they don't let you go." "What you guys doing drinking with this clerking jerk?" "Lighten up, Taylor." "He ain't doing no harm." "Oh, no, he ain't doing nothing." "See, me and Hockenberry have been waiting six months for an R and R." "And these rear-echelon clowns, they're going all the time." "Well, I've been here eight months and I haven't gone yet." "Maybe that's 'cause your job is like permanent R and R, huh?" "Take a hike, Treadway." "No, Ruiz." "Just for the record," "I work from 7 to 7, seven days a week." "Oh, 7 to 7?" "You're breaking my heart." "And there's another report that I have to file every night between midnight and 2." "So don't talk to me about work." "Look, I'll talk to you about any damn thing I want to!" "And I'll also knock your in-the-rear-with-the-gear, no-fighting butt into the middle of next week!" "Knock it off, Treadway." "I'll see you outside." "Oh, come on with it, come on with it." "Hey, Sweet, you don't have to do this, man." "Yeah, I do, man." "Pssh." "Can't you see that?" "Percell, Percell!" "What's going on?" "Looks like Sweet bit off more than he can chew, sarge." "All right, Tread, take his head off, homey!" "Hey, you damn rear-echelon punk," "I'll teach you to talk back!" "And you're never gonna tell me I can't fight!" "And, man, if you ever call me a punk again," "I'm gonna ram your M-16 down your sorry throat!" "Hold it, hold it, just take it easy." "It looks to me like you pretty much carried the day here." "I can fight, Sergeant." "Hey, hey." "Ain't nobody here arguing with that." "Is there?" "No!" "No way." "No, sarge," "Is there?" "Here's the shampoo you wanted." "Thanks, Johnny." "Where'd you get it?" "Buddy of mine from Bien Hoa." "You know," ""No sweaty doll, GI."" "Yeah." "You know, that Lieutenant Patterson's pretty interested in you." "Did you tell her you got first dibs?" "Well, she thought you might be into some heavy criminal activity, you know?" "A lot of rumors about your big penthouse downtown." "Well, let me tell you, Alex." "I am the most misunderstood guy in the world." "Oh, yeah, right." "I come to this country like a babe in the woods." "Make a few deals, win a few bets, and everybody thinks I'm Al Capone." "Uh-huh." "Well, how are we gonna redeem your reputation, huh?" "Well, as a matter of fact, I'm getting a delivery tomorrow." "You could come by and check the place out." "You know, report on what a haven of serenity I've built in the midst of all this chaos." "Haven of serenity, huh?" "Seeing is believing." "Yeah." "All right, you're on." "Okay." "Thanks." "Did you bring a note this time?" "I'm having lunch with the sergeant major." "It ain't about me." "It's about your man Sweet here." "He wants to join my platoon." "I happen to think he's pretty good with a rifle." "No offense, sergeant, but it don't take Einstein to be handy with a rifle." "Wait a second." "I'll be happy to take him in my platoon." "And that's what he wants." "It's what I want that counts." "Sweet, I don't like people going behind my back." "Well, talking to your face hasn't gotten me a transfer, and I think I deserve one." "Son, when are you gonna see the light?" "I need you at that typewriter." "The only thing I'm going to be typing is a little story about you and Sergeant Major Boyd." "About how and why assignments get made around here, and then..." "I'm gonna hand it to Lieutenant Patterson because I think she'll find it real interesting." "Hey, Sweet, I'll take care of you." "I get a transfer, or I will blow the whistle." "Fine!" "Fine!" "Get the hell outta here!" "Let Charlie put a bullet in your face." "But if you ever..." "ever try to mess me up, you'll regret it." "Yo, Sweet." "You mind telling me what in the hell you're talking about back in there?" "The fact that guys like Carter are turning into con men." "Oh, now, so, what else is new?" "You got something on him or what?" "The man takes bribes." "He gets Sergeant Major Boyd's people to sign whatever Boyd wants." "Now, Sweet, that isn't all that serious." "It's all mixed up with the PX and running the clubs." "I know they're stealing them blind." "Well, that's serious, all right." "You got a half million GIs over here playing slot machines in the clubs." "You think all that money's going back to the till?" "We're talking about millions of dollars here." "Sweet, Sweet, look here, this isn't any of my business, you understand, but if you know something, you better be talking to somebody, otherwise, you're guilty by association." "Oh, so I should just add stool pigeon to my list of accomplishments here in Vietnam?" "No, thanks." "I'm out of there, and that's all I wanted." "Besides, I can't wait to get to the boonies." "Um... you want a drink?" "I already started, but..." "I didn't come here to drink, Marcus." "Kiss me." "Yes, ma'am." "We're moving out tomorrow." "The 5-0 deuce ran into a full company outside Falk Bay." "Think the men are ready?" "Well, hell, LT, they had two whole days of rest." "What more do they want?" "How's Sweet doing?" "Well, the boy is rarin' to go." "But I think I better keep a pretty close eye on him." "Well, let's hope his enthusiasm rubs off on the rest of us." "How about you?" "Oh, hell, LT," "I've been here so long that, uh, the bush feels like home to me." "Honest to God, I'm more comfortable out there than I am here." "I know the feeling." "No complications, no paperwork, and nobody lying to you." "It's simpler." "It's simpler." "Look, here, do you, uh, think it's gonna be bad?" "There's no way of telling." "But Charlie's upped the ante, so... either he'll find us or we'll find him." "That's what it's all about." "Is it?" "Don't tape it too tight, Sweet." "You might never get it off." "I just want to be ready." "You're as ready as you're gonna get, Sweet." "What you really need only comes with experience." "Truth of the matter is, it's scary as hell out there all the time." "Don't listen to him." "He's always uptight before a mission." "Hell, maybe he should be too." "'Cause all he's going in there with is some training." "Yeah, I know that." "You don't know nothing." "Nobody knows what's gonna happen tomorrow." "Nobody knows how they're gonna feel." "Except... they are gonna be scared." "I understand that." "But I still wanna go." "And I realize that somebody I meet today might not come back tomorrow." "Don't ever say that." "I never met anybody like you, Camille, I swear it." "I've always been attracted to men like you, Marcus." "You're not afraid." "And you go after what you want." "And I'm gonna find a way to make this work, believe me." "Let's not think about that now." "Let's just enjoy this afternoon." "What the hell are you doing?" "Shut up, boy, or I'll have you in the stockade before you can put your pants on." "What do you want, sergeant major?" "You've been sticking your nose into a lot of places it shouldn't be." "And it's gonna stop." "You don't find out anything about me," "Major Darling and the rest of the command won't have to look at these photographs." "Next time, why don't you pick someone with a little class?" "You lowlife..." "Hadn't been for me, this whole thing wouldn't have happened." "It happened because of both of us." "But I kept pushing it." "We both pushed." "But I didn't have a right to." "I mean, look at you." "You've been to college, you made officer, you got a career going." "I got no business dragging somebody down like you." "Don't talk about yourself like that." "You're a special person." "I wouldn't have been there if you weren't." "But I am not gonna sit still for those bastards!" "What do you mean?" "What do I mean?" "I got a job to do." "And If I close my eyes to the corruption," "I wouldn't be able to live with myself." "No, no way." "Hell, no." "They got those pictures." "They could ruin you." "What else can I do?" "I'll think of something." "Now, I gotta get back for bed check, and we're out in the boonies in the morning." "Promise me you won't do anything until we've had a chance to talk." "You take care of yourself tomorrow." "I don't care about myself if I can't be with you." "I can't." "Not now." "Yo, Sweet." "How you making it?" "Oh, feels great out here, sarge." "Yeah, well, if Taylor don't slow down, we're gonna pass out from exhaustion." "Yo, Taylor." "Tay..." "You're pushing kind of hard, ain't you?" "I'm fine, sarge." "The rest of us ain't." "Now, your mind on what you're doing or not?" "I'm cool, sarge." "Yeah, well, you slow it down then." "We're way ahead of where we need to be." "You got me?" "Hey, Taylor!" "Watch it, man." "Hold it!" "Hold it!" "Good eye, Sweet." "Thanks, man." "Oh, man." "Maybe you ought to shoot the buffalo, Taylor." "Might be a couple Cong inside." "What the hell you doing, Taylor?" "Sorry, sarge..." "Sorry don't mean squat." "Johnson, you're on point." "Sergeant, get these men moving." "First of all, you're walking point like you're in a foot race or something." "Then it takes a newbie to spot a tripwire." "That's your job." "Then you go rushing in." "You don't know what you are gonna find." "It was stupid." "I admit it." "I..." "I got things on my mind." "Your job ain't one of them." "There's a man hit!" "We need a damn medic!" "Go!" "Stay with 'em!" "Hold your fire, hold your fire!" "First squad, out." "Yo, Taylor, you're going back with the dust-off." "They don't need me." "Neither do I." "Not when your head's someplace else." "Look, sarge..." "I ain't negotiating this with you now." "You go back, you get your head straight." "You get on that chopper, now." "In the clear." "Let's go, let's go." "Sweet." "Hey, man, you okay?" "All right, how about it?" "You all right?" "Yeah, man." "I'm all right." "Here we are." "Not bad." "Not bad at all, Johnny." "Just a few of the comforts of home." "Yeah, right." "Where'd you get all this stuff, huh?" "Come on." "Where'd you get it, really?" "Like I said, traded for a little of this, paid for a little of that." "Uh-huh." "Nothing illegal, my dear." "Scout's honor." "You love it here, don't you?" "Why, because I try to keep myself comfortable?" "No, no, it's not that." "It's just..." "I mean, I know the combat gets to you, even though you try to act like you're so tough." "But sometimes I get the feeling that you'd, um..." "Well, you'd rather be here than anywhere else." "I don't know, Alex." "I just can't see myself back in the world." "Really?" "Come on, you must have lots of opportunities waiting for you." "Like what?" "Well, maybe if I'm really lucky," "I can fly a chopper over a freeway with some idiot in the back giving a traffic report." "Oh, boy, the thought of that really makes my blood rush." "Johnny, come on." "I mean, there's more to life than that." "You could stay in the Army and teach other pilots." "And you, you're definitely smart and quick enough to make it in business, that's for sure." "I don't know." "It's kind of like being an athlete, you know?" "Over the hill at 25." "Oh, get out of here." "What the hell?" "I got a lot of memories, right?" "If I ever go too stir crazy," "I can always rent a chopper and fly over the treetops somewhere." "And I'm always gonna remember you too, Alex." "That's for sure." "Well, I doubt I'll forget you either." "Yep." "Mmm..." "And I'm always going to regret the fact that you met Myron Goldman." "Oh, I'm sorry." "I'm sorry, I just..." "I can't do it, you know?" "That's cool." "I understand." "Thanks." "Well, what the hell?" "Even I'm starting to feel loyal to the guy." "Why pick this moment for those feelings?" "Well, friends?" "Always." "Boyd!" "We got business to discuss." "What's going on?" "Nothing that can't be remedied, specialist." "And you're gonna be a private in Long Binh Jail." "What happened?" "I don't get it." "Rough day?" "Nothing special." "What did you do?" "I couldn't sit on it." "I would have hated myself too much." "You went to the MPs?" "Major Darling and the CID first." "He called the MPs." "I think we got enough to put these guys away." "What about the pictures?" "They've got those too." "It's better this way, Marcus, believe me." "What's gonna happen to you?" "I gotta talk to Major Darling about that now." "Whatever it is, better than living a lie." "I'll talk to you in the morning." "Yo, Sweet!" "How you guys doing?" "Getting any sleep?" "It's just like a feather bed." "How about you, Sweet?" "Yeah, a little." "What's that?" "Shh!" "Must be at least a platoon." "I better go tell LT." "Man, I must have been crazy to want this." "All right, just take it easy, Sweet." "I'm scared, man!" "I'm scared!" "We're all scared." "First time I came out here," "I couldn't wait to kick ass and take names." "You know what I did?" "I peed in my pants." "I got scared quick and I stayed that way." "That's the smartest thing you can do." "Yeah, well, I'm doing it!" "Everybody's gotta learn the hard way." "I'm just glad I'm here to tell you about it." "Sir, I'm coming back." "Ammo in them tunnels." "Beaucoup." "On the other side too." "I got the feeling we're sitting right on top of a powder keg." "Roger, Three." "We got activity everywhere." "Over." "Too big for you, 2-6." "Proceed to Halsey-Charlie-Delta." "Over." "Roger." "Out." "All right, we're going." "Looks like Colonel Stringer wants us to live to fight another day." "Bless his heart." "Soldier, if I have to talk to you again about anything, it'll cost you a stripe." "Now get out of here!" "Yes, sir." "What happened?" "Company punishment." "Lose a little pay, couple extra weeks duty." "It's nothing." "What'd they do to you?" "They're gonna transfer me to Da Nang." "Da Nang's way on the other end of the country." "Maybe the separation will be good for us." "Separation ain't good for anybody." "I'm in love with you, Camille." "What am I going to do with that?" "Marcus... even if I stayed, we couldn't be together." "They'd be watching every move I make." "I can't..." "Say it." "I never thought I'd see the day when I'd be at a loss for words." "Especially with a woman." "But I never felt this much for anybody before." "And I don't know what to do about it." "We'll figure out something." "Kemper!" "Yo!" "Take up right flank security when we get across the swamp." "Get out!" "Get out!" "There's no time!" "He's gonna get himself killed!" "Lay down some cover!" "Sweet!" "Sweet!" "Fall back!" "Cover him!" "Aah!" "Sweet, I'm coming!" "Three, this is 2-6." "We're cut off from Charlie-Delta, headed east to Charlie-Echo." "Medic!" "Medic!" "You guys go back." "I'll be okay." "We go back together, Sweet." "We go back together!" "Easy, Sweet, I know you're hurting, man, but you got a million-dollar wound." "You're going home." "You did good, Sweet, real good." "You stood up, I know that means a lot to you." "Looks like I'm gonna have a limp to remind me." "Guys got back to cover because of you, man." "You put it on the line for your buddies." "That's the only thing that matters in this war, Sweet" "Request immediate extraction." "Send Blue Velvet." "It's gonna be hot." "G-2 confirms you're in the middle of the 31st NVA regiment." "Get the men, first and Second squads." "We're pulling back." "Roger." "Out." "Let's go." "All right, listen up." "Take the wounded first." "We'll give you 20 seconds of cover, and then we'll follow." "They're moving up." "Johnson, Percell, flank left." "Sergeant, you'll move flank right." "Got it." "Let's go." "Johnny!" "Johnny, hey!" "What's happening?" "They're in it, Alex, deep." "I'm going after them." "It's that bad?" "NVA raid, and there's lots." "Don't worry, Jim-dandy to the rescue." "Here they come." "Go!" "Go!" "Move!" "Move!" "Go!" "Everybody, go!" "Go!" "Go!" "Go!" "Keep moving, keep moving!" "I got him, I got him!" "Move!" "Go!" "You hit?" "My leg." "Just relax, sirs!" "We gotta go back!" "We're taking hits!" "I'm pulling pitch!" "We need the radio." "Three, this is Blue Velvet." "Over." "Roger, Blue Velvet." "I'm hit, Three." "I've pulled pitch with men on the ground!" "Over." "Who's down, Blue Velvet?" "2-6 and 2-5." "Over." "They got enough surprises in those tunnels to blow up half of Saigon." "LT?" "We gotta call it in." "Three, this is Bravo 2-6." "Over." "Go, 2-6." "We're at Bravo X-ray, 3-3-0-2-7-niner." "We need some arty." "Danger close." "Over." "Say again, 2-6." "You heard me." "Let it rain." "Danger close." "Now." "What is "danger close"?" "They're calling in artillery on their own position." "Red Wing 3, this is Red Dog 3." "Fire mission." "Over." "Maybe this is a major NVA headquarters, huh?" "Well, it's better to go out with a bang than a whimper." "Think we'll be remembered for this?" "It don't mean nothing." "LT." "Let's get some."