#thepacific10

We were all sent here to kill Japs, weren't we? So what the hell difference does it make what weapon we use? I'd use my goddamn hands if I had to.

I mean what the hell are we doing here? And why... why did I end up back here when all those other fellas didn't? I thought that. Every guy back has thought that. But you've just got to pull yourself out of bed in the morning and get on with the day. You do that enough times in a row, you forget some things. For a while, anyway. 

So the whole game is fixed by the will of Gramps on His throne, while we're down here for what? His entertainment? That makes us chumps or God's a sadist, and either way I got no use for Him. So what do you believe in? I believe in ammunition.

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.

Sir, coming across the airfield today... I've never been more scared in my entire life. We're all afraid. All of us. Any man who isn't scared out here is either a liar or dead. History is full of wars, fought for a hundred reasons. But this war, our war... I want to believe... I have to believe, that every step across that airfield, every man that's wounded, every man I lose... that it's all worthwhile because our cause is just.

You can't dwell on it. You can't dwell on any of it.

What did you say? I said I want to slap a Jap, Gunny. Slap a Jap. Well how about it, boys? I bet you all want to do more than slap a Jap. Slap a Jap. That's what the enemy is to you, huh? A fucking bucktoothed cartoon dreamed up by some asshole on Madison Avenue to sell soap? Well, let me tell you something. The Jap I know, the Japanese soldier, he has been at war since you were in fucking diapers! He's a combat veteran, an expert with his weapon. He can live off of maggoty rice and muddy water for weeks and endure misery you couldn't dream up in your worst nightmare! The Japanese soldier doesn't care if he gets hurt or killed, as long as he kills you. Now you can call them whatever you want. But never, ever, fail to respect their desire to put you and your buddies into and early grave! Is that clear?

We start by restoring their bodies. They rest, they play. Then we work on their pride. We remind them they're Marines. Then we replenish our supplies. See, all of that takes money. And its a hell of a lot easier to raise money when there’s a face behind it.