Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's of strategic importance that we capture this island.

There's a Private Whitehorse...

I'm Ben Yahzee. Guess the Corps paired us up.

I'm gonna build myself a villa on the cliffs of Santorini.

Come on! To me!

Actually, more interested in bringing some of the reservation back to the world.

Enders, get the navy on the horn and tell 'em to dig out those guns.

All right, you lead off. I'll follow you.

We're running out of ammo. We gotta get out of here.

No more stupid questions today, Private. That's an order.

You know, we could do some things that you don't do in the Corps.

It's 8am, Sunday morning.

That's startin' to sound like something.

Supposed to be with a baby-sitter all the time, I thought.

The 8th is moving out already and we need to be ahead of 'em.

Nothing more, nothing less.

But I don't think the reporters have been to Kaneohe Bay Hospital.

It's my war too, Sergeant.

And his left ear is the worse of the two?

Tank! Tank! Tank!

Hoping to teach college. American history.

You know, Whitehorse... he saved my bacon.

cos she's havin' a weenie roast.

You're not hit. Just shut up. You're not hit.

Come on. You can do it.

A commendation for valor in Shanghai.

Let's go, let's go, let's go! Come on!

Well, I need you, Enders.

Now, thinkin' is, we take the mount, Saipan is pretty much ours.

Sure you did, Chick.

I'm in for a couple more.

Take it off! It burns!

God willin', America will develop the taste.

Sheep? As in Chick's girlfriend, sheep?

You ought to be careful out here all alone.

Jeez, might as well go all out. I'll get a shot of something.

- Oh, come on! - Now there's a bold move.

You'll be all right, sir.

Maybe they know our orders.

You want morphine?