just a minute.
yeah .  you know what really pisses me off about these people?
we're supposed to be helping them and they shit all over us every chance they get .  i
i hate da nang, joker. i want to go out into the field. i've been in this country almost three months, and all i do is take handshake
a high school girl could do my job. i want to get out into the shit. i want to get some trigger time.
aye-aye, sir.
yes, sir.
the stare?
i will?
joker, is this for real?
sir? permission to go with joker?
thank you, sir.
starts shooting pictures of the lieutenant.
well, who'll be the indians?
well, at least they died for a good cause.
freedom.
well, i don't think there's any question about it. i mean we're the best. i mean all that bullshit about the air cav .  when the shit really hits the fan, who do they call? they call mother green and her killing machine!
well, it depends on the situation. i mean, i'm--i'm here to take combat photos. but if the shit gets too thick, i mean, i'll go to the rifle.
negative!
i'm coming, too.
holy shit! the sniper's got a clean shot through the hole in the wall.
we got the sniper!
i saved joker's ass. i got the sniper. i fucking blew her away.
am i bad? am i a life-taker? am i a heart- breaker?