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No, man,
I don't know...

I've seen
a lot of green beanies,

but I don't know...

Come on! Move it!

Go!

Break it up!

These boys got "cherry"
written all over them.

Yeah, sarge,
what's going on?

I don't know, Ruiz.

I just got here
my own self.

Looks like
the senior class trip.

They're kids!

Not for long.

All right.

That's it.

Back it on up.

Hey, what the hell is this?

Hey, what are you guys
doing in our hooch?

Hey!

Oh, lord.

You boys are back earlier
than I expected.

You've ruined
my little surprise.

What are you doing,
Hannegan?

This is personal
property, Hannegan.

We got new people coming in,
and they got no place to sleep.

Hannegan,
you can't shack us up

with a bunch of FNGs.

You all had
this hooch to yourselves

too long anyway.

Welcome back to the Army, boys!

Look, sergeant,

we've been out
for five days.

Now, we're tired,
and we're hungry,

and we're dirty.

Ooh, I can tell.

You smell like a dog

that's rolled in something
real fresh.

So I'll tell you what.

Uh, we'll just go stand

under some hot water
for awhile,

and we'll...
We'll come back

when you're done.

Make it an hour.

I'll have these men

heave your goods
back in the hooch,

and you can set up housekeeping
to suit yourselves!

Sir, we swept this
entire area in here.

And there's absolutely
no indication

of a force of either
North Vietnamese

or Viet Cong.

That doesn't make sense.

The information
was damn specific.

CIA was convinced.

The CIA?

Was this Duke Fontaine's
information?

Colonel, Fontaine
will terrorize these people

into saying whatever the hell
they think he wants to hear.

I wouldn't
trust the information

if they gave it willingly.

Hell, I know
it's a crapshoot,

but it's
the only game we got.

We have to check it out.

Command is almost certain

the enemy will launch
a countrywide offensive

during Tet,

just like last year.

MACV has attached
Camp Barnett

and its
Special Forces teams

to the capital of
Military Security Command.

Now, our specific
objective

is to secure
the five provinces

around Saigon.

You'll be working with
regular infantry units

while attached
to this command.

"Working with" or "part of"?

It's gonna vary.

Each assignment
could be different.

What about the SOG missions?

Those go on.

The downside
is replacements.

They're not going to have
the kind of experience

your team needs,

so you're going to have to
make allowances for it.

Well, begging your pardon, sir,

this sounds a little rough
around the edges to me.

Sergeant Edwards!

Looks like you used up
all the Boy Scouts,

now you're headed for the Cubs,
right?

According to my information,
two of these puppies are mine:

Bell and Griner.

Bell, Griner, step forward!

I'm William Griner.

William?

Aye-aye, William.

Oh, William.

Where are you from,
William?

From North Carolina.

Is that right?

My daughter's
in Fayetteville.

Don't know it.

I'm from up above Old Fort
in the mountains.

Oh, I see.

Bell?

Yes, sir,
I'm Eddie Bell,

from... From Texas.

Eddie Bell from Texas,

I got to be honest
with you.

You don't look
near old enough

to be in this man's Army.

Yes, sir, I know.

My whole family's
like that.

They just look younger
than they are.

Uh-huh.

Well, I don't know
why in God's name

they assigned you all
to a SOG team,

but, uh, welcome
to Camp Barnett.

SOG team?

Yeah, what's that?

SOG. S-O-G.

"Same Old Grind."

Y'all grab your gear.

We'll find out
"what's that."

Lieutenant.

Goldman, come on in.

I really must be beat.

I thought this was my hooch.

No, Goldman, wait...

McKay, not now.

I gotta get some sleep.

Come on in, roomie,
and close the door, would you?

We can't keep
the whole camp cool.

What are you doing here, McKay?

McKay, what the hell
are you doing here?

Damn, mellow out, man.

Enjoy the cool air for a change.

Have yourself a beer.

Didn't Colonel Stringer
tell you?

Tell me what?

They waged a full platoon
of grunts into my digs.

You're going to have to
share your hooch with somebody,

so I figured,
what the hell, why not me?

Oh, McKay...

McKay!

All right,
I just want to get some sleep.

Relax, Goldman.
Enjoy the tunes.

You'll sleep a lot better,
I promise you.

Have yourself a smoke.

I don't want a smoke!

I just want to get some sleep,
okay?

Suit yourself.

Your side, my side.

Nothing from your side
comes onto my side,

including music.

Good night.

Sweet dreams.

It's like going up
and down a ladder.

Putting it back's

just the other side
of taking it apart.

Okay, I think I can get that.

I think.

I don't care
if it is mystery meat.

I'd rather have regular chow

than c-rats any day.

I still can't believe

what they did
to this place.

Yeah, it stinks, doesn't it?

Hannegan.

We ought to get him for this,
guys.

Quit dreaming.

Yeah, it'd just give him
one more reason

to make life miserable for us.

How many cots you need, cherry?

What?

You're sitting in my bunk.

Oh, I'm sorry about that.

He was just helping me
with stripping down a weapon.

Ain't nothing to it.

Even a baby can do it.

What are you
laughing at?

It's that rhythmic Negro jive
you speak, Taylor.

What you said,
it was funny.

It's funny.
You hear that, Ru?

Sound to me
like the call

of a redneck,
clod-hopping hillbilly.

Come on, Taylor,
give him a break.

He just got here.

I don't think so.

You from the land
of Klan, boy?

Huh?

The land of cotton.

The land
of strange fruit.

I got no bone
to pick with you.

Oh, I bet you don't
in my face,

but behind my back

is a whole
different story, huh?

I got nothing
against colored people.

I ain't colored.
I'm black!

Be whatever
you want to.

You ain't nothing to me.

All right, all right,
come on.

Just drop it.

Ain't no point to this.

No, that's the point
right there, Ru.

You heard what he said,
didn't you?

I ain't nothing to him.

See, the black man

don't exist as a human being
to people like him.

Southerners, man.

Taylor.

Ru's right, man.

Why don't you let it go?

Ain't no point in it.

LT!

How'd you sleep?

Like a baby, sergeant.

That's good.

Felt good to wake up
in my own rack

for a change myself.

Listen, LT,

have you seen
these new replacements?

Some of them
are barely in-country.

Yeah, OJT,
just like always.

On-the-job training

is one thing
in a rifle platoon, LT.

In a SOG operation,
they're not up to it.

It's our job
to bring them up to it.

Whatever you say.

I've got a report here
of NVA activity.

A C-8,
probably accurate.

The C indicates
some question

as to the source
of information.

Wouldn't happen to be
Fontaine, would it?

Yes, it would,

but there are
other signs.

They all point
to a big NVA build-up

in the Odin Province,

so we are going to
monitor the situation.

You'll be in charge

of one platoon,
lieutenant,

including your team.

Be a good chance
to check out

what some of these
new men have got.

What they've got, colonel,
is green.

Well, I'll rely on you

to ripen them up,
sergeant.

Yankee's here at 366827,

the location of one of
our own jump CPs,

not used
in over six months.

Sergeant, you take
half the force

and set up a patrol base,

probe the area
for 24 hours.

Twelve kilometers away

is a major NVA
supply-route junction.

I want that area

laced with electronic
surveillance sensors,

lieutenant.

Then we can eavesdrop

and see if the enemy
is building up.

Uh, sir...

we just came off a recon

based on Fontaine's
information,

and it was all wrong.

There was no
Victor Charles.

So if he's wrong again,
you've got nothing to fear.

The point is, sir,

that if he says
there's NVA,

we may just as well
run into Genghis Khan.

Well, regardless of who
you run into, lieutenant,

you're to avoid contact.

We wouldn't want
the NVA to know

you're in
the neighborhood.

Isn't that the Army way?

Give the new guys new stuff,

and they don't know beans
about how to use it.

Even a blind hawk finds an acorn
now and then, doc.

What the hell is that
supposed to mean?

He just means that, um,
everybody has

an occasional
turn of luck, Taylor.

What, are you speaking for
this newbie cracker, doc?

Cut it out, Taylor.
He did nothing to you.

You, you need somebody
to talk for you?

No, I can make
my own way.

Oh, really? Well, you do that.

Stay out of mine.

What's riding you,
Taylor?

Why are you on
the newbie's case?

Don't jerk me, Ru.
You heard him.

No, I ain't heard him.

I ain't heard him say
one damn thing against you.

I'm talking about
the way he talks.

He's got the sound
of a racist.

Them southerners
are the original reason

the black man's having
such a hard time right now.

Come on, Taylor.

You can hardly call Griner
part of the ruling class.

You know, I think
you spent too much time

listening to Shaky Williams
and his burn-it-down friends.

That's what I think.

Look at me, man. I'm from
the South, from Memphis,

and you don't see me...

You ain't exactly
unanimous

for the black man's
friend of the month

either, Doc.

What is that supposed to mean?

I'm gonna need me
another ruck.

Hey...

you ain't finished
packing your gear yet?

What do you got in there?

My goods.

Bell, what are you thinking?

Just thinking if I left it here,
somebody would take it.

Nobody here's
gonna take this stuff.

Everybody here's
already got this stuff.

You mind telling me

why you got
three canteens of water?

That's for brushing my teeth.

I like to brush my teeth a lot.

You like the taste of it,
do you?

Yeah, well, now, that's okay.

That's okay.

I like the taste of it myself,
but don't carry water for that.

Use ground water, okay?

I thought that was dangerous.

That's why they gave you
halazone tabs.

So, Bell,
why don't you put this stuff

back in your foot locker,

and I'll go ahead
and pack this up, okay?

Okay.

Hurry up.
We're dawdling already.

All right.
Come on.

This is a sensor.

Ru, you take the small spike,

and insert it in the ground
alongside the trail.

The wire attached to the spike

is an antenna.

You extend this
to its full length,

and conceal it lightly
alongside the trail.

The box unit is a transmitter.

You conceal it well,

because it's the easiest part
to see.

Now, these sensors
that we're setting today

are going to be set
to a designated frequency...

...is an old jump CP
of ours,

so there might already be
some protection there.

However,
when we pulled out,

we took with us everything
but the sand bags,

so don't be surprised

if we have to
do some digging

to make the place
livable again.

Each of you has been issued
two dozen empty sand bags.

When we get there,
we'll dig out the bunkers

until they're about chest high.

The dirt
you take out of the bunkers

you'll fill into your sandbags,

pile them around the bunker
like a wall of dirt.

All right, listen up.

Everybody stay alert,

and keep your eyes open
and your mouths shut.

When in doubt,

do what the guys
in the tiger stripes do.

Let's saddle up.

First squad on the bird.

Watch your step.

Always watch
where you put your foot.

Check your weapon.

It's full of dirt.

Clear the action.

Get a stick
and dig it out.

Shoot it like that,

it will blow up
in your face.

Come on.
Do it on the move.

Fireside 3, this...

Fireside 3,
this is Black Horse 6.

Over.

This is Fireside 3.
Go ahead, 6.

Three,
confirm Checkpoint Blue Marlin.

Over.

Roger, 6.
Fireside 3, out.

Let's do it.

Taylor, you got point.

Percell.

Let's go. Come on.

All right, one last time,
watch your interval.

Watch your step.

Out in the open, open up.

In close, close it up.

Good luck, LT.

Be careful.

Snakes!

Make sure
you keep it hidden.

There it is.

All right, now, people,
stay alert in here.

Watch your step.

Spread out
along the perimeter there,

and what's left of the bunkers,
clean them out.

Square away your sandbags.
Set your fields of fire.

We'll do
a clover-leaf recon

of the area,

find out
what's around here,

then we'll take a break
and hurt some chow.

Hey, sarge.

This isn't
such a bad defense.

Little bit of work.

A lot of work.

How long since this place
has been used, sarge?

They said six months.

Six months?

Doesn't take
Momma Nature long

to claim what's hers.

Know what I'm saying?

Artiel.

Ain't so bad.

At least
we're not filling these up.

Major.

Colonel.

Yes, sir.
Sorry to disturb you, sir.

What is it?

Snafu at Tonsinu,
colonel.

Several of our choppers
are stuck.

Supposed to
extract Goldman

and resupply Sergeant
Anderson's patrol

before class flight.

Can we shuffle
deployment?

Not without scrubbing
something somewhere.

Get them on the horn.

Yes, sir.

Black Horse 6,
this is Fireside 3.

Over.

Go ahead, 3.
This is 6. Go.

Six, get on
your TAC frequency

and tell 5 to get in on this.

This is Black Horse 5.

Already with you.

Sit-rep, 5.

No sign of bad guys.

Recon out in 2-0 mikes. Over.

Six?

Beers are out.

We are 5-0-0 mikes,
November-Lima-Zulu.

Go.

Can stick?

Affirmative. Go.

How's the cupboard, 5?

Got everything I came with.
Over.

Nothing needed?

Nothing needed.

No 1800 drop, 5.
You're both out at 0600.

Copy.

Black Horse 6.
Affirmative. Over.

Black Horse 5. Solid. Copy.

You're never alone
with a bedside phone, gentlemen,

so stay in touch.

Fireside 6, out.

Taylor,
throw me some C-4,

will you?

What's that stuff?

C-4.

It's a plastic
explosive, Bell,

and I'll tell you what,

it's as hot
as a blow torch.

Thought that stuff
was dangerous.

Yeah, it is, but not
without a detonator.

About as harmless
as spackle.

I got something on me!

Get him down, get him down,
come on!

Okay, now, calm down.
Calm down.

Okay, here, hand me...

Give me your bug juice.

Relax, Bell.

Relax. It's nothing.

There.

Just a little
tree leech.

You're all right.

It's not gonna
kill you, Bell.

It may not kill you.

I'm just not partial
to bloodsuckers myself.

Shoot, me neither.

You get used to 'em, boys.

The mosquitoes
down here, man,

they're worse
than the ones

down at the swamp.

Ones here, they crawl
up a man's nose

while they sleep.

Suck all the blood
out of his brain.

Percell.

Jackson.

Taylor.

Hey.

Your firing line
is there, there.

Bell, you all right?

Hell, yes.

Are you scared?

Hell, no.

Percell.

Keep these boys on their toes,
and watch your flank.

That's just what
I come to be watching, sarge.

I can't tell how many.

They're everywhere!

Get the colonel.

Can we call in
arty, 5? Over.

- That's a negative.
- They're too close.

They're a few meters away.
We're all right for now.

Damn it.

Isn't there something
we can do, LT?

Ru, I got you,
and I got me.

I got 15 newbies,

and I got
a conchie medic.

This place is riddled
with booby traps,

and it's about
to get dark.

There's not
a hell of a lot

I can do.

Look alive!

All right, Percell,
you got it here.

Coming at us in waves,
10 or 15 meters apart.

Must be 200 of them
out here.

Anderson, you got to
call for arty. Over.

That's a negative, 6.
They're too close.

We got a green line
at 20 meters,

but it's moving in fast.

They're smart.

They know we can't
call in a fire mess.

We have got to get
some air support in there.

I've already tried, sir.

I... I can't get anything
until first light.

Are you trying
to tell me

we've got nothing
we can send?

I'm afraid so, sir.

Hey, Taylor!

Miller, get down!

Get down!

Fireside, request permission
to move in. Over.

Negative, 6.

Repeat, Fireside.
Request permission.

Over.

Negative, 6. Negative.
It's almost dark.

You'd never make it.
Even if you did,

Anderson's men would
cut you down in the dark.

Colonel, I've got
the only available chopper.

Request permission
to fly support, sir.

That ship's got
nothing but two M60s.

Yes, I know, sir,

but it'll help them out
to know that we're up there.

I can pop flares in
and help them see.

It's better than what we've got,
and we've got nothing right now.

Do what you can.

Yes, sir.

They'll be back,
won't they, sarge?

Yeah, you can pretty much
count on that, Percell.

You okay?

Yeah.

Yeah, sarge, I'm okay.

How you doing there,
Bell?

All right.

I think they killed
the Clark boy over there.

All right.
Stay with it.

You all right, Mason?

Yeah, sarge.

How long's
he been like that?

Uh, I don't know.

Soldier, are you hurt?

Now, look, if you're not hit,

you get up there
and do your part.

Are you scared? Huh?

Better be.

I swear to God,

if I find you like this again,

I'm gonna throw you up there
myself.

I'm not going to have
brave men here

risking their lives
for a coward.

Do you hear me?

Listen to me.

Get your butt up there

and do what you were
trained to do.

Now.

Do it.

That's right.

What's the matter,
Taylor?

I've never hurt
like this, sarge.

Oh, man, I'm sorry.

Where is it?

It's my leg.

Your leg, Taylor?

How the hell did you
get hit in the leg?

You been in a hole.

I been in here
too long, sarge.

Got the worst
charley horse

I ever had.

You know, Taylor,

every time I think
I've heard it all,

all I got to do
is talk to you,

and I realize
I haven't heard nothing.

Six.

I got two dead,
one wounded,

and 15 scared as hell.

I'm one of the
scared ones. Over.

Did they pull out? Over.

Negative. No chance.

They left
too many behind.

Can you pull back?
Over.

No, sir.
They're all around us.

A lot of them.

Here they come again.

Hold your fire,
hold your fire!

Percell.

We're real low
on ammo, sarge,

and I'm out of grenades.

Taylor, report.

Three and a half
clips, sarge.

I've been
way too generous

with ammunition
out here, now.

Put her on semi-automatic
and pick your targets.

Pick 'em good.

Radio's dead.

Radio's dead,
and it's getting dark.

Fireside, we haven't heard
from Black Horse

in 30 minutes.

We've got to
do something. Over.

We'll have
air support there

as soon as
it's light, 6. Over.

We've got to do
something now. Over.

Hold the phone, 6.

Goldilocks 1
is on his way

to 5's position.

We should have a sit-rep
in 30 minutes.

Fireside,
they could be dead

in 30 minutes.

Over.

They're probably
already dead.

You die, GI!

You die, GI!

Taylor.

Yo.

You hear that?

Yeah, I heard him.

"GI, you die.
You die, GI"

You stink, dink!

Taylor, if I do got to die here,
I want you to bury me face down.

Why's that, Danny?

So Vietnam
can kiss the old wazoo.

Shh.

Flare, sarge.

Hold your fire,
hold your fire!

Ammo!

I'm down
to the quick, sarge.

You better
check on Bell.

Keep your eyes open!

Bell, you hit?

Uh-uh.

You all right?

Uh-huh.

Look at me, look at me.

All right, hey,

take a deep breath,
take a breath.

Breathe.

All right,
take a breath.

Breathe.
Just relax, now.

That's right. Just relax.

You're gonna be all right.

It's all right to be afraid.

I'm not... Not afraid.

This... This happens

every time I get real excited
about something.

So you're not afraid?

No, sir. We're all
going to die out here.

My being afraid

ain't gonna change
a damn thing about that.

You know what,
Eddie Bell from Texas?

You talk like a lifer,

but I look at you,

I see a kid.

Don't I?

Tell me the truth.
How old are you?

Fifteen.

Oh, lord.

Chopper.

Fireside, I have a signal flare.

I'm going to light it up.

Give us some light, Smitty.

Pop a couple more flares,
Smitty.

We're going to help them out.

Sarge!

Fireside, Fireside,

I'm taking 50-caliber rounds
from the ground.

I've got to back off.

Repeat, I've got to back off.

If they can just
hang on till dawn...

we could put
so much firepower in there...

GI, you die!

Fireside, in sight of jump CP.

There is no movement.

No sign of life.

Repeat, no movement,
no sign of life.

Wait a minute.

Check that last transmission,
Fireside.

I've got movement.

There are men alive
on the ground.

You hear me, Goldman?
Men alive on the ground.