Generation Kill

All Hitman Victors, be advised, we are rolling freaks

to tack 1-1-niner at 1400 Zulu. How copy?

Roger. Two Two copies all. Interrogative: I need crypto.

Do you know who's got the C.Y.Z.? I'm pretty sure I lost my fill. Over.

Negative. I don't know a damn thing.

All Hitman Two Victors,

keep tight dispersion when linking up with the column.

Make sure other units don't get mixed in.

Yes, we are the conquering heroes.

- Check it out. - Look at this, Gents.

Little more than 48 hours into the war, and the first Marine division

out of Camp Pendleton, Oceanside, California,

is rolling with impunity on Saddam's highways.

This sucks. We were on point in front of the whole invasion.

Now we're back in the traffic jam.

Trombley, how dare you question the strategic plan?

My god, look at this.

"Angry american."

"Get some"?

"Don't tread on me"? "Let's roll"... Fuck, man.

I hate that fucking cheesy moto bullshit.

Ray, when you're right, you're right.

You know, it's like that song: "when stars and stripes and eagles fly"?

Fuck, man, eagles fly in Canada too.

When we got back from Afghanistan

my mom tried to play me that song and I was all, "Mom. I'm a Marine.

"I don't need to fly a little fucking patriotic flag on my car

"to show that I'm patriotic."

That song is straight homosexual

country-music special olympic gay.

"Nasiriyah."

40 kliks.

Hey, Q-tip?

Your truck's all blinged out. How you gonna refuel it?

Echo Four Papa, I think that haji's getting sweet on you.

Brad, this fucking sucks!

We're in the rear with the fucking chicks,

the supply trucks and the haji truckers.

We trained for that bridge mission for six fucking weeks

and they take it right out from underneath of us.

Yeah, I'll be mad if this war ends before we get a chance to get in it.

Drop down here, my little brown friend.

Missions are always getting fragged.

We're Marines.

We obey our orders.

Our mission now is not to do our original mission.

Sempergumby...

Always flexible.

Are we supposed to put our cammie nets up or what?

See where that education goes?

I'm taking a shit.

Hitman Two One Alpha, this is Hitman Two. Over.

Standing by to copy. Over.

I need Two One actual on the hook. Over.

Two One actual is...

on a mission.

Taking a dump.

First combat dump in country. Over.

Two One, when he returns, have Two One actual contact me.

- Over. - Roger that.

Captain sir!

Where'd you get that nice looking A.K.?

Part of a cache we found in a culvert near where we took those prisoners.

Well-oiled, pretty clean.

Not bad for a third-world army.

Corporal,

stow this next to my seat.

Gotta be prepared.

Never know when you might need an A.K.

That's why you're in charge, sir.

Captain America, man!

Yeah yeah, I got it.

To think I believed the judge when he told me the Marine corps

was a superior alternative to jail.

I should have shut up and done my time.

I don't want none of you ladies moping and crying.

Mustaches gots to go now.

Turd!

Scrape that hippy shit off your lip.

Screwby.

Are you mocking the grooming standard?

Naw, Sergeant Major.

It's screwby.

I wants to see clean purty smiles before we step off.

- Good dump, Sergeant? - Excellent.

Shit my brains out.

Not too hard, not too runny.

It sucks when it's runny and you have to wipe 50 times.

That's not what I'm talking about.

If it's too hard or too soft, something's not right.

You might have a problem that affects combat readiness.

And it should be a little bit acid.

Burn your asshole a little when it comes out.

Maybe on your little bitch asshole, Ray,

from all the cock that's been stuffed up it.

Man, we Marines are so homoerotic. It's all we talk about.

You ever realize how homoerotic this whole thing is?

L.T. Wants to see you, Brad.

Shit, homes.

I forgot to tell you he was on the radio for you.

I'm sorry.

Garza, how are your legs? They all right standing in that turret all day?

Good, Gunny. I'm mexican... too hard to feel nothing from that.

I got retard strength.

I got good news, guys. We're staying here on 25% watch.

That means three of you get to sleep a couple hours.

Sleep?

What kind of fucked-up war is this?

It's not good.

Cas-evac bird's been going back and forth since sundown.

Sir, the fucking army declared Nasiriyah secured.

It was on the net.

Whatever's going on up there, it doesn't sound to me like we've secured anything.

Reporter!

- What? - If you lay with your cock

against the ground as the tank goes by, it feels fucking great.

Come on, do it!

- You're dismissed. - Hey, Rudy!

- I forgot my baby wipes. - Use your hand, you nasty thing.

Come here and wipe my ass, you heartless fuck.

I'm fucking ashamed, dawg.

Back in Afghanistan we didn't leave a speck of americana behind.

Brah,

could you imagine if hajis invaded our country

and started shitting in people's suburban yards?

Not really.

You guys in Alpha getting some?

Same as you dick smokers in Bravo.

Oh shit, look.

- Cody's got a diary. - Get some, Brah.

- Give it back. - No, listen.

"Leading men into battle is my calling."

Not bad, Corporal.

"Since I was young, I felt drawn to the warrior society."

That's a little gay.

"Our minions are..." jeez. "Our minions are rolling"?

John, he just called you a minion.

"The people here live

- "like rats." - Give it!

"Hopefully what we are doing will lead them to a better life."

Your calling wasn't to be a warrior, man, it was to be a fucking retard.

... captured american soldiers, some of them apparently wounded.

The channel says the americans were members of the army supply unit

and were ambushed outside Nasiriyah. And in fierce fighting in that city,

U.S. Marines were said to have suffered heavy casualties.

I heard the hajis are faking surrenders

and using civilians to trick Marines.

I don't believe it. How did so many of us get hit?

Here we sit with our thumbs up our asses while Marines die a few km from here.

Why the fuck are there Iraqis walking through our lines?

Why the fuck is there nobody up on our guns?

Jacks, get up in the turret.

You guys got any oil?

We've got orders to bust north to Nasiriyah,

support the regimental combat team there.

And there's been a change in the R.O.E.: anyone with a weapon is hostile.

If a woman walks away from you with a weapon on her back, shoot her.

If an armed Iraqi sells good humor out of the back of a V.W., shoot him.

I don't care if you hit him with a 40mm grenade.

Roger that, sir.

Gear up, gents.

Move it out!

Close your fucking flak vest.

Where's your Delta tourniquet?

Come on, Trombley.

Fucking keep it...

Here.

Where the fuck did you get this?

What?

- Ebay. - Ebay?

- Christopher? - Yeah, doc?

- You got rigger tape? - Sure.

Thank you, sir.

Get your vehicles crossed to miker-5.

I got this.

And this lunatic doesn't even know he's in Iraq.

Thinks he's a superhero

from some japanese comic.

I put on my superhero uniform every day I'm in the corps, brother.

Hoorah.

Now we find our true Dharma.

Mike, Red-con One in five.

Let's get it on!

Budweiser, we got our call signs straight?

Hey, Leon, I thought you were mexican?

I am.

Then why aren't you loud and stealing my shit?

Let's go.

Here comes the Marines, motherfuckers. Look out.

Fucking pog.

What's a pog?

Persons Other than Grunts. Rear echelon guys...

pussies.

All Hitman Two Victors be advised we are now departing friendly lines.

TLS ensure that all weapons are condition one.

Brass-check all weapons.

Godfather, this is Raptor. We're taking... Arms fire... East.

Alpha's in contact ahead.

We're prosecuting targets with Cobras.

A supply company... army.