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You... you what?

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I took my grenade and...
and I threw it and I blew him up.

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What the hell is wrong with you?

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Yahzee!

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Yahzee! Yahzee, no!

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Get up!

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Come on. You can do it.

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- Yahzee.
- Let him go.

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Yahzee, no.

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Go on. Why can't... Come on. Do it.

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- Do it!
- No.

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We heard about Whitehorse, Yahzee. We
shall honor his name and his memory.

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Farewell, Charlie, farewell.

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Yes, Charlie, farewell.

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

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Wonder what George Armstrong Custer
would make of that.

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I remember my granddaddy sitting on
the porch talking about hunting Indians,

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like he was talking
about gophers or something.

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About getting paid three dollars
per Comanche ear.

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I know. Gets you thinking.

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Another 50 years, who knows, we could
be sitting down with the Nipponese.

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Drinking their sake, shooting the shit...

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looking for somebody else's ass to kick.

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You think too much.

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First time I ever been accused of that.

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Thought I told you not to go
traipsing around on your own.

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You know, Charlie blessed my son
in the Navajo way the day he was born.

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He wondered about cowboys
watching Indians' backs.

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Something about it didn't seem right.

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I thought it was Charlie just being Charlie.

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He didn't even want to come
to this damn war. I talked him into it.

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Maybe you made a mistake.

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Maybe we all did.

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I was following orders, Ben.

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My orders were to protect the code.

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If one of you got caught, talked,
the code would be useless.

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I was following orders, Ben.

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

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The Viking wants to see you.

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He says right away.

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I want you to brief everybody,
make clear what's happening.

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All right. Got no problem
with point, Gunny.

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- That's good.
- You wanted to see me?

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Yeah.

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

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The destination is that big piece of rock
you see over there.

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The last defensible ridge on this island.

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

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Yesterday, bombers
beat the shit out of that rock.

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The brass is nervous. They expected
more resistance over there.