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I mean, she picked them out and all.

Way to go, marine.

Course you were, Joe. You're a damn good fuckin' marine.

Colonel. Can I help you, sir?

What the hell you think you're doin', boy?

Dear Joe, we got great news today.

Relay the damn coordinates!

- You're not hearing me. - I'm hearing you just fine.

May as well join me, huh?

You've done well as a marine, Corporal.

It happens when you're not watching my lips, Joe.

I'm gonna mix my daddy's strawberries in this Swedish concoction called yoghurt.

I remember my granddaddy sittin' on the porch talkin' about huntin' Indians,

Damn it! We got a unit under fire!

Now, Saipan is Japanese soil, and there's 30,000 of 'em dug in.

My whole family's been in the Corps.

What are you talking about?

- They're firing too short! - The Japs gotta be way ahead of us.

No one else is gonna die, Ben.

Didn't think so.

It's rice wine. It's Jap sake. But it does the trick.

At least he keeps me warm at night.

Getting on my uniform.

Hell of a thing, huh?

- You shuffle that deck? - I certainly did.

Nobody else is gonna die.

But sometimes, when I'm lying in bed,

We thought the day would never come.

Keep those hands vertical.

Goddamn you, Joe Enders!

So you may need a relay to get your transmission to command post.

What do we call a tank?

Target reference... dog one...

So where the hell they got us now?

Not many bodies of water in Arizona.

- Indians, sir? - Navajo, to be exact.

- Fuck it. I'm out. - Yeah. I'm gonna go write the missus.

Come on, keep moving!

TBY hasn't got the range of the TBX.

and get our bombers within range of Tokyo.

- Stay low! - Nellie? Pappas?

- How am I doin'? - You're good.

How much of this crap do you have anyway?