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:30:03
I got him! Hurry up!
:30:07
Don't check out on us, Martin.
You're gonna be all right.
You're gonna be all right.

:30:10
- I got him!
- Cover fire!

:30:14
Goddam it! They got us pinned down!
We'll never make the rally point!

:30:19
Dugan!
:30:22
You think it's time we get these
fucking dinks off our asses? Huh?

:30:25
- Relax.
- Fuck you!

:30:27
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!
:30:31
Radio, up!
:30:34
God don't like dinks.
:30:37
- How's he doin', Curtis?
- Thanks. Thanks for not leavin' me, man.

:30:41
- Where the fuck is that radio?
Get that radio up here!
- No, no, no, no, no.

:30:44
Radio comin'! Radio comin'!
:30:47
Get that cover fire, Ferguson.
You wanna die, boy?

:30:53
Sir, sir! Lieutenant!
Arty freak!

:30:56
Hammerhead, Hammerhead. Recon Cobra.
Emergency fire mission. Over.

:31:01
Hold on, brother. Come on.
Come on, come on.

:31:03
You gonna make it, dude.
You only got a little longer.

:31:05
- You gonna make it.
- Grid five, seven, one-niner.

:31:08
- Tell my mama...
- No, no, I don't...

:31:16
Gooks in the bush.
Request firecracker salvo. Will adjust.

:31:19
How copy? Over.
:31:21
Roger. Solid copy.
Firecracker shot out.

:31:24
Incoming!
:31:27
Down! Down! Down!
:31:30
Curtis, get down!
Curtis, get down!


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