that's 27, sir.
incoming !
stepped on a booby trap, sir -- got blown all to hell --
i don't know -- don't have any idea -- i'm just the night man --
i gotta get out a here -- ill pay -- i got money.
fuck you, you'll get what's coming to you.
incoming.
you came right to it, son of a bitch --
beverly hills --
straight up the road -- a concrete bunker -- beverly hills -- where else you think he'd be?
get your asses down, buddy.
hey, buddy, that boat still runs, eh?
do me a favor buddy, please.
send these out when you get back to the world.
it's to everyone i really knew -- the first girl i screwed -- my brother -- best friend -- i wanted to tell 'em how much i enjoyed knowing 'em -- it's been a great twenty years. i gotta let 'em know.
nobody comes in here.
the n.v.a. 312th -- over there the 307th -- on that hill we counted fourteen different guns in one minute -- they got rockets mortars, snipers in those trees, there's a million of those shitty little bastards out there -- we're all gonna die.
i'm gonna be dead.
you got a chance in that boat -- by morning you could be five miles down the river.
spooky.
no, it'd be spooky without the war -- give 'em back.
wow.