American Soldiers: A Day in Iraq (American Soldiers)

Let's dance, big dog.

Okay, all around defense, boys. You know the drill.

Second Battallon found some new kind of IED's.

I heard.

Hope you kept that thing Ellen and the kids sent up for you.

If I can't eat it, forget about it...

especially fuzzy shit.

Vermont teddy bears ain't cheap, soldier.

Teddy bear.

I ain't no kid, man.

Naw, man, it ain't that.

It's a good luck thing.

By the way, she's gonna ask.

Better have your story straight.

I'll tell her a goat ate it.

Don't you dare, soldier.

Don't you dare.

Go go go go!

Mortar. An eighty-three.

We gotta cIear that fucker for the convoy.

Grab your squad, fIank 'em on the right.

Me and my boys'll go left.

Got it?

Roger that. - Let's move!

Alright boys, stay on my ass!

Go go go!

Dowdy, Johnson, wait here!

Pena, Carver, against the fence!

I see them, Sergeant! I see them!

Get the fuck back!

Cease fire, Dowdy! Get the fuck down!

Dowdy! Goddamnit!

Sarge, Sarge, are you there?

Sarge, are you there?

That stupid sonofabitch, Dowdy!

He's got his ass pinned down under the bridge.

Put Carver and Johnson on Dowdy and suppress that fire.

Then hook to the right with Pena.

Hold your positions.

Your eyes on the road.

Roger that.

Let's move!

Johnson, Carver, we need cover fire now!

Stat! Stat!

Pena, Come with me!

Move! Move!

In position, Sarge.

There's a pick-up passin' me now, Ron.

I think there's gonna be one passin' you pretty quick.

Right on, Sarge. I see 'em coming.

Let's get set for a double switchback.

Just Iet it roll. It'll take the heat off Dowdy.

Then we get 'em on the way out.

Yeah, I got em, guys. Wheeoo!

I got the sonuvabitch!

You okay, Pena?

Still breathing, sarge.

I got 'em!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, you wish, little buddy.

You just thank your ol' Uncle Deke.

Hey, way to tumble, meatball.

Open fire!

RPG! Get down!

Doc!

Shit!

Alright, defense, now!

Get his shit off!. Get his shit off!.

Gut wound. He's losing a ton of blood.

We need an immediate medevac.

No! By the time they scramble a helo, and get it out here

he'll be dead from sestemic poisoning.

He needs surgery FAST or he hasn't got a prayer.

A bunch of us dellvered med-supplies

to an Iraqi hospital around here about a week ago.

It's about five minutes away. Area seemed okay.

No, no, fuck that, Cohen, you know how long it'd take

to get clearance for something like that?

Fuck the clearance.

It's on me.

I left before you got here.

I'll lose a stripe for the sarge any day.

Same here.

Me too.

Fuck it.

You can keep your damn stripe Jackson.

This one's on me.

Carver! Johnson! Stretcher, let's go!

Move!

We're going now.

Easy... easy.

Come on, breathe.

Hang in there, man.

Hang in there, Sarge.

Listen guys,

keep your heads up and watch for movement.

How's it going up there, Jackson?

Looks quiet so far, sarge.

Can't this tub of shit go any faster? We're losing him!

Yeah, well fast ain't gonna mean dick if we hit an IED, doc.

We gotta play this thing smart.

It's all my fault, sarge.

Get off it.

You did your best, sarge did his.

Shit went down, okay? That's war, Billy.

You just gotta regroup and move on.

Sarge, man, you think DeIvecchio's got a chance?

I mean he was bIeeding out, man.

Gonna be pIenty of blood where we're going. Don't you worry.

Yeah, but I wish there were more of us, sarge.

I mean this city shit is way freaky.

Well, tell him to put on some Depends, sarge,

then he can piss himseIf all he wants.

Listen, we're the last shot he's got.

I'd drive into hell in a gasoline tanker for that man.

So if the shit goes down, so be it.

Dowdy, get your tall back on your gun.

Johnson, on the 240.

Carver, I need an open watch, right now!

Doc, these guys run away from you last week?

No sarge!

Jackson. Somethin's hinkey, man.

You guys stay frosty.

Alright, reposition the vehicles.

Am I dead yet?

No sarge. You're in a hospital. We got to operate on you.

Okay... easy.

Don't shoot! Don't shoot!

Gunshot wounds.

This must be one of the motherfuckers who tried to whack us.

Fuck 'em. You go save the sarge first.

He needs O-positive blood, and his intestine sutured -

- sewn back together, understand?

No, no if we don't operate on them, the others, they'll kill us.

There's others?

Yes. Down the hallway.

Operate!

Doc, give 'em some motivation.

No, stay on the sarge.

You, get some blood, now!

You! Get some anesthetic and start surgery.

Take it easy, baby, we got you.

Easy now. Easy.

Sarge, are you okay?

You're okay. Easy.

Look, I'm sorry about all this. We just came here for help.

Hey Sarge...? -Yeah?

Some asshole has an RPG! Get down!

I'm always having to save your ass, Pena.

Hey, that's my job, sarge. Keeping you on your toes.

I guess I deserve a raise, huh?

The shit's hitting the fan.

Doc, how you doing? It's getting hot out there.

Good.

Newsflash, doc, sarge says we got to do it.

Doc, is sarge ready to be moved?

The operation's done but I don't think --

No no no, no buts. That's an order.

Okay, get him in there, get him ready to go.

Listen, if it's too hot for gunships, you give me fixed wing support, sir.

No, I don't have a forward air controller.

Come on, let's go. Let's go!

Move your asses, lot's go!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, well that's just fucking great, sir.

Goddamnit!

Move! Move! Move!

Doc, the sarge, how is he?

We've got to get back to base ASAP.

Roger that, Jackson.

Doc says we gotta get there fast.

We need a shortcut.

Sarge, why the fuck are these guys so pissed off at us, man?

Just cuz we're here.

Yeah, but I don't get it. We shit-canned Sadam...

what, that doesn't count for nothing?

Yeah? Well how would you feel if they were in Miami?

Don't even go there, man, because

Miami'd be a totally different story Alright.

These guys would be toast.

Fuck with my home town you're goin' down.

That's just the way it is, Alright?

That's my point, dumbass. Nobody likes being occupied.

It's like living with your parents.

Doc...

Sarge...I can't make out a word you're saying. Just relax.

Just go back to sleep sarge, take it easy.

Let the anaesthetic do its job.

We've got this, Alright.

Hold your fire, too many civilians.

He's not gonna make it back. Not like this we're not.

Sarge, this ain't cuttin' it. Give me a man.

Let's go with the Louisana two-step.

Go Jackson.

Pena, you're up, Louisana two-step.

Say hello to my little friend, you fucking cock-a-roaches.

What the hell's a Louisana two-step?

You're about to find out.

Go Pena, go!

You Alright, Jackson?-Yeah.

You okay, Pena?-Yeah.

Good job, boys.