Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I want you to meet Private Desmond Doss.
Okay.
Stop! Stop! Stop!
Christian Prulisic after scoring his first goal tomorrow
You ready to get out here. I'm sure am.
How do we sound Desmond?
Perhaps.
Well I dont' have your belt.
But now I judge people quicker and I got you very wrong.
I won't touch a rifle, sir.
Oh hey.
I'm prepare to give my life for my men.
No matter what.
You okay here for a while?
Be there tight. You gonna be right as new.
Sometimes men just get cold feet.
Here's come the morphine. Here's come the morphine.
Sometimes.
Good hat.
Hal can you hear me?
complicated as yours. They are very simple.
Here. Come on give me your hand.
New directors be like One more
Howell's still out there.
I'm so very sorry.
You okay.
One more.
Keep struggling Teach.
I don't know what he's gonna do.
I could've killed him.
Doss.
I love you.
How much longer would you like to wait, Dorothy?
Get off!
No. Your name is Private Idiot.
And if by certain I don't know miracle chance you
But I still don't like you at this moment.
I am what I am.
You know you find that you whack us with her don't you?
Doss.
Block him with your right Desmond.
Drive. Drive.
As indeed.
I never claimed to be sane.
Everyone I knew was on fire to join up, including me.
Your honor.
- Private Doss is praying for you. Who the hell is Private Doss?
They just keep coming.
Looks like a movie star.
Move! Move! Get your assess over there!
Yeah.
This is a personal gift from the United States government to each and everyone of you.
Huh boy?
No Sarge.
It's just carrying a gun and taking a human life.
You see I don't think this is a question of religion, fellas.
- It is, sir.
You'll end up killing the rest.
Where the hell you going Doss?
I don't know what that could be.
Easy. Let me see.
Yeah.
Well Desmond we can't take your blood two days in a row.
How many?
Get down!
Blood it ran down through this fellow's face and eyes.
Last time wasn't anything left for something to fix.
I am Sgt Chester Or Sarge
Desmond.
Hey cheater.
Help me get him down!
Okay guys let's go. Coming through.
Priority. You haven't of triage?
Go!
I'm coming back.
Rifles will just do.
Wake up. Can you hear me?
Don't forget behind your ears. Let's go. Move!
Can't help you buddy. He's gone.
Hold on now.
You what?
Are you a chipmunk? - No, sergeant.
He can't hear me.
They will walk.
There's Nips everywhere.
You're American you'd be taller.
I don't.
He didn't make it.
Please! Please dont!
We caught it about six times.
It's alright. It's alright.
Let's go. Move it. Move it.
Joshua your pick up?
Get out of my sight.
You have to ask your mom about that greaseball.
Smitty Riker.
Come on ladies. Pick it up.
Hal can you hear me?
Then I shall henceforth call you Chief.
Fort Ham, Maam.
I'm sorry I didn't think you mind.
Nice work. You might've save this boy's life.
Alright.
He will not even deign to touch a weapon.
Help me get one more.
I got you.
Go back! Fall back! Go!
Stick it Ghoul.
Look around you.
Take a breather.
That is not a joke.
I got it.
That's a shame. I've been practicing that all night.
Stanford and Murphy.
Good Private Idiot.
I just hope that when all hell get shot it's through the front of his jacket.
you're comfortable with your stay here with us?
But it's gonna cost you.
Let him go.
Who place the knife there Private?
What the hell is your delay, Captain?