:49:04
Shit!
:49:12
Shit. Goddamn Nipponese touchdown!
:49:24
Heads up around 0500.
:49:25
You're going to have replacements
and ammo coming up. Over.
:49:30
Roger. Make sure
they have the new password.
:49:33
Challenge: "Wind." Answer: "Talkers."
:49:35
That's what one of our Navajo brothers
calls us. What do you think? Over.
:49:39
"Windtalkers," I like it. OK, Kemo Sabe,
keep your butts down tonight. Over.
:49:47
Biscuits? How can you ruin biscuits?
:49:50
You are a whiny son of a bitch
right now, aren't you?
:49:56
2200 hours in jungle hell - what does
that make it on the East Coast?
:50:00
How the fucking hell should I know?
:50:03
Just seven...
:50:07
It's 8am, Sunday morning.
:50:09
I hope my side of the bed
didn't get taken up Saturday night.
:50:12
Nell, you'll give yourself an ulcer,
you keep worrying about her.
:50:16
Might get my ass
sent back to Rhody, though.
:50:19
There's plenty of dollies outside
of Rhode Island, Nell. Many plenty.
:50:23
- Well, there sure as shit ain't any here.
- Ain't that the truth.
:50:26
That's cos they're all in Daytona Beach.
The most beautiful women in the world.
:50:32
This one time, before the war,
:50:35
I'm lyin' on the beach and this sweet little
thing named Molly comes out the water.
:50:42
She walks straight up to me
and asks me if I'm hungry...
:50:46
cos she's havin' a weenie roast.
:50:49
Shit! Damn.
:50:51
Yeah, me and Molly, oh boy.
:50:58
Now I'm on Saipan with this
giant Zippo strapped to my back