The Pacific

Man: Hanging, fire!

Sledge, drop...

- (bullet zings) - Ahh!

Thanks.

- Burgin. - Hillbilly.

You used to not smoke.

Guess I do now.

I need volunteers! NCOs report to me

at 1050.

Corpsman, do blister checks.

Draw ammo and be resupplied

and ready to move at 1100.

Room service awaits

and there's time to savor every bite.

Go and get your chow.

1100? Ack Ack just gave us the fucking morning off.

Man: Let's go get some breakfast!

I can't even recognize this place.

Judging from those planes, I think it's the airfield we took a while back.

Oh, yeah, now I remember.

We were over there and the Japs were over there.

- The Japs were where we're sittin'. - Right.

It's all coming back to me now.

Why didn't I enlist in the Seabees?

I could have come to Peleliu in the seat of a bulldozer.

Any of you guys got a Jap sword or flag?

I'll pay good money for it.

Or a Jap bayonet?

Any kind of Jap weapon... I'll take it.

Sure. I keep them in my ass.

Reach up, grab what you want.

Seriously.

I gotta get me a Jap sword.

I can't go home from the war empty-handed.

I can arrange for a Purple Heart.

Ain't nobody going home.

Any of you guys got a Jap sword?

Fuck off!

- Boys. - Hello, sir.

- Hey, Skipper. - Hey, Skip.

Skip.

Never run when you can walk.

Never walk when you can stand.

Never stand when you can sit.

Never sit when you can lay down.

Both: Never lay down when you can sleep.

And never pass a supply of clean water.

Amen.

You get enough to eat?

I did, sir.

You're a Southern man, right?

Yes, sir. Mobile, Alabama.

You realize our ancestors probably shot at each other

at Gettysburg or Bull Run?

My great-grandfather served with General Bragg.

Yeah? What's your old man do?

He's a doctor, internal medicine.

Treated vets from the First World War.

Might have patched up Gunny Haney.

My dad's a shop foreman at a textile mill in Massachusetts.

He weaved wool fabric for the military...

all our Marine greens,

our blankets.

It's nice to think my father might have had something to do

with the blankets we sleep in.

- Man: Fuck! - Man #2: Damn.

I got a detail for you.

Yes, sir.

No no, as you were. As you were.

You got a watch?

Yes, sir.

You show 0950?

I do, sir.

Good. Wake me up in 20 minutes.

Will do, sir.

- Look at that. - Haney: Let's go!

Let's go! You heard the skipper!

Let's go!

That's the way to kill Japs...

buzz in, fry 'em, buzz back.

Man: Hey, look, it's Colonel Puller.

It's the 1st Marines.

- Man: Sir. - Puller: You're up, boys.

Colonel.

Hello, sir.

Puller: Go get 'em!

Good job.

Man: Way to go, 1st.

- Here you go. - Thanks, man.

Semper fi.

Hey.

How you doin'?

Man: Let's go!

Man: What kind of man walks into a field of fire

in defense of his country?

What kind of man has already served his country

as a soldier in the Philippines way before Pearl Harbor,

then volunteers to fight the Japs as a Marine

in the islands of the Pacific?

What kind of man risked his life

throughout a night of combat

running barefoot much-needed ammunition back and forth

to his buddy on the frontlines,

manning his machine gun throughout the fight,

suffering horrible wounds

while killing countless savage Japs

in the key battle that won us Guadalcanal?

I will tell you, brothers:

A fighting man like no other,

winner of the Congressional Medal of Honor,

America's own Sergeant John Basilone!

Little R&R, Johnny?

Reporter: How long's he been here for?

Reporter: A whole lot of buckets.

John!

(man shouts in Japanese)

(men grunting, shouting in Japanese)

Ooh!

What was that? What happened?

- What the fuck is going on out there? - I don't know.

Who the hell was that?

Two Japs, I think.

One ran down the road. The other jumped in Packer's foxhole.

All right, stay in your foxholes.

- Man: Stay in your holes. - Stay alert.

There might be more.

How long you people been doing this!?

You don't get out of your fucking hole at night

because this is what happens!

One of us gets tired.

One of us gets lazy.

One of us doesn't keep his edge on,

and this... this is what happens.

What kind of guy gets out of his hole at night without sounding off?

The kind with two Japs up his ass.

Just one.

Leyden knows what it's like to have a Jap up his ass.

- Fuck off! - Can it, Bill.

Wh... what kind of asshole shoots the guy?

An asshole like you.

- (gun fires) - Ahh!

Move out! Down line! Go for cover!

- Let's go! - Move down line! We're moving left!

Burgin! Plant your unit behind that bunker!

- Move out! - (explosions)

Man: Move down the line! Let's go, let's go!

Ahh! God damn it! Oh, God!

- Get the bunker cleared! - We got it! It's been cleared.

Burgie. Burgie.

Japs in the bunker.

First platoon cleared it with grenades.

- They must have checked. - No, listen.

Wake up, Sledge.

Burgie...

I'm sure.

They're in there.

(distant gunfire continues)

(men whisper in Japanese)

- Son of a bitch! - (firing)

(men shout in Japanese)

Sledgehammer, check that side!

Ahhh!

Sledgehammer, Burgie, up here!

Keep 'em bottled up till I come back!

Leyden.

Both: Fire in the hole!

- (explodes) - (Japanese soldiers scream)

- (speaks Japanese) - To your right!

Grenade! Grenade!

- Oh, fuck! - Look at me, look at me. Look at me.

- I can't fucking see. - You're all right.

Burgin: Target 100yds to your right!

Look at me, look at me. You're all right.

- You're all right. - I can't fucking see.

- You're gonna be all right. - Get off the bunker, God damn it!

- Ahh! - Come on.

Bill, come on.

You gotta help me. We gotta move. Come on.

- No no. - Hold on, Bill.

(Japanese soldiers screaming)

- (firing) - (men screaming)

Look at me. Look at me.

Gene!

Gene!

Ahh!

- (shouts in Japanese) - Gene!

Ahh!

Leyden: Gene?

Gene?

Gene!

- Gene? - Burgin: Fry 'em, Womack!

Ahhhh!

Leyden: Gene!