The Pacific

[addressing Marine NCOs] The uniform that you wear, the globe and anchor emblem that you've earned, can make the difference between freedom of the world, and its enslavement. You, non-commissioned officers, you are the sinew and the muscle of the Corps. The orders come from the brass and you get it done. Whenever this war is over, when we've swept upon the main isles of Japan and destroyed every scrap of that empire, the strategy would have been that of others, but victory will have been won by you. You, the NCO, with the chevrons on your sleeve and the instinct in your gut, and the blood on your boots. Those of you who are lucky enough to get home for Christmas, hold your loved ones dearly, join them in prayers for peace on earth and goodwill toward all men. Then report back here, ready to sail across God's vast ocean, where we will meet our enemy, and kill them all.

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[Writing a letter to Vera Keller] Dear Vera, it seems a lifetime since we met outside Saint Mary's. This great undertaking for God and country has landed us in a tropical paradise, somewhere in what Jack London refers to as "those terrible Solomons." It is a garden of Eden. The jungle holds both beauty and terror in its depths, most terrible of which is man. We have met the enemy and have learned nothing more about him. I have, however, learned some things about myself. There are things men can do to one another that are sobering to the soul. It is one thing to reconcile these things with God, but another to square it with yourself.

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[in reaction to JP's disgust at maggots in the rice] Think of it as meat.

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The worst part about treating those combat boys from the Great War wasn't that they'd had their flesh torn — it was that they had had their souls torn out. I couldn't bear to look into your eyes one day and see no love there no spark no... no life. That would break my heart.

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Robert: [strolling around drunk, he sees Stella getting onto a tram] Hey, beautiful! [she smiles at him and the tram pulls away, and he runs after it] Sidney: Oh, what the hell's he doing? Where's that tram go? Girl in Bar: That's the Preston line, he'll end up in Perth! Sidney: Oh, hey, hey Leckie, c'mon! Lew: Leckie, what the hell! [they chase after him] Leckie: [on the tram, pushing his way between people] Excuse me, sir, ma'am, I apologize. Excuse me. [he sees Stella and grins] Sidney: Hey, Leckie! [Leckie turns quickly and falls at Stella's feet] Lew: Whoa! Attaboy, Leckie! Stella: Proposing already, Yank? Leckie: [flirting] I'm proposing that you take a walk with me, you never know what the future may bring. Stella: You know what 'take a walk' means? Robert: Oh...[chuckles awkwardly] Ma'am, ma'am, ma'am — miss, miss, I'm a foreigner on your shores, forgive my ignorance of your customs, but... my invitation remains an offer. Stella: [considers, then smiles] You're a bold one sotte

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Instructor: What happened, Sledge? You find out Bob was drilling your girlfriend, Dave wouldn't give you more handjobs, what? You shot outside the correction! Sledge: I thought you said drop 2-5, sir. Instructor: You thought?! Aw, for Chrissakes, if you don't know, you ask, 'say again to your corrections, sergeant!' You've got artillery shrieking overhead, machine gun fire, so you yell it, you scream it if you have to, because you just killed two of your best friends, while Tojo and Fuck-Face over there continue to hose our line! [points to the Japanese dummies, who are 'Tojo' and 'Fuck Face'.]

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