Pork Chop Hill

Payne, your radio'l be on Company
frequency. Coleman, you're on Battalion.

- You got your letter written?
- The papers say the war's over.

Check that tailgate.
- All right, you guys, closing it.
- Take an ammo check.

I know how you feel, Joe.
It's a rough one to cut your teeth on.

But you're a pro-youl do all right.
- I'd better do all right.
- Level with me, Joe.

Is Pork Chop worth all this?
A lousy, undefendable outpost?

Pork Chop's just cost one company
and may cost another. Us.

Are you telling me it's worth all that?
Well, look, Tsugi. Pork Chop is just
a chip in the big game at Panmunjom.

Every time the Reds win a chip here,
they raise the ante there.

I guess we gotta convince em we're
not about to give up any more chips.

Does that answer your question?
Hey, McKinley, you got
your St Christopher medal?

Yeah. You got
your picture of General MacArthur?

Right here.
- What colour's that car, Forstman?
- What colour?

Man, it's a Cadillac!
Keep that sight covered, soldier.
- What do you know about this guy?
- Somebody said he's regular army.

That tells me a lot.
Does he know anything?

Probably just enough to bury you,
according to regulations.

Anyway, we'll soon find out.