- At least we have a garden.
- A real Garden of Eden.
Romesha: Gotta be shitting me...
- Look at this place.
- Yeah, the Taliban have a nice fucking view of us, don't they? ... They usually come up that draw, on the back side, take a few fucking shots, and then just, like, get the hell out.
Scusa: Aren't we supposed to be on top of the mountain to win this thing?
Kirk: Don't be logical, Scusa.
- Shit. I love getting fucked in this shit bowl.
- Man, we're not fucked. Maybe this place is like an opportunity, you know?
- Yeah, how do we protect this piece of shit?
Romesha: Better question would be, "Why?"
Gallegos: You can't argue and fight at the same time.
Yunger: What?
Gallegos: You can't argue and fight at the same time. Don't do it again.
- Maybe he should forfeit some pay...
Keating: Pay don't mean nothing to these guys out here. You take away their free time, it's like being in prison.
Keating: So how do we do our jobs and stay safe? We need to keep a good relationship with the locals. Respect keeps us safe.
Keating: You're in command now. Please, try not to invade Pakistan or something.
Romesha: I'll do my best, sir.
Keating: We're gonna win by getting their hearts and minds.
Kirk: Yeah, we want their hearts and minds, and they want our blood and guts, right?
Mace: Hey, what do you think? You think new boss is gonna make us do a fucking patrol every time they take a pot shot at us?
Kirk: Never try to understand officer, Mace. A different breed. They even fuck with the lights on.
Gallegos: What's that, Ro?
Romesha: Dead Americans.
Gallegos: Goddamn, you're a fucking buzzkill, man.
Romesha: Every time they take a pot shot at us, they're figuring us out. When the big one comes, they'll have us dialed in.
Carter: And how would do it, if you were them?
Romesha: What?
Carter: How would you do it, if you were them?
Romesha: How would I do it?... Well, first I'd knock out our mortar pit. Without that, we're fucked. Then I'd start hammering our stand-to trucks, armored Humvees, especially LRAS 2. That protects our mortars. Take out our ammo depot, so we can't resupply. And then I'd hit our generator, effectively kill our comms. And then I'd start sending fighters on the switchbacks. It'd be a race to get inside the wire before air support.
Carter: Yeah, but even then it's gonna take a few hours. The B1s come all the way from fucking Qatar.
Romesha: Yeah, that's right, Carter. Yeah. I'd get inside our cab, take our ECP, divide us in half. Pretty much then we're fucked.
Gallegos: Goddamn it, Ro. Who the fuck pissed in your Cheerios?
Romesha: Well, sorry, pal. But that's life at Camp Keating.
Carter: Any thought how we stop 'em, Sarge?
Romesha: We don't.
Mohammed: Sir, do you know what the problem is? The British invaded us, and they didn't listen to us. They thought we were stupid. They were crushed down... The Russians invaded us. They thought we were stupid, and they were crushed down... And now you make the same mistake, sir!
Bundermann: The Taliban cannot fucking find out about this. All right? None of this gets talked about in Skype, radio, emails, nothing. Check?.. Because, guys, our mission from now on is what it's always been... To survive.
Carter: I can get to him. Larson, I can fucking get to him. He's right fucking there.
Larson: Dead bodies attract dead bodies, all right? I don't want you trying to win a fucking medal.
Carter: I'm breathing. I'm breathing. I'm-- I'm breathing.
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- A real Garden of Eden.
Romesha: Gotta be shitting me...
- Look at this place.
- Yeah, the Taliban have a nice fucking view of us, don't they? ... They usually come up that draw, on the back side, take a few fucking shots, and then just, like, get the hell out.
Scusa: Aren't we supposed to be on top of the mountain to win this thing?
Kirk: Don't be logical, Scusa.
- Shit. I love getting fucked in this shit bowl.
- Man, we're not fucked. Maybe this place is like an opportunity, you know?
- Yeah, how do we protect this piece of shit?
Romesha: Better question would be, "Why?"
Gallegos: You can't argue and fight at the same time.
Yunger: What?
Gallegos: You can't argue and fight at the same time. Don't do it again.
- Maybe he should forfeit some pay...
Keating: Pay don't mean nothing to these guys out here. You take away their free time, it's like being in prison.
Keating: So how do we do our jobs and stay safe? We need to keep a good relationship with the locals. Respect keeps us safe.
Keating: You're in command now. Please, try not to invade Pakistan or something.
Romesha: I'll do my best, sir.
Keating: We're gonna win by getting their hearts and minds.
Kirk: Yeah, we want their hearts and minds, and they want our blood and guts, right?
Mace: Hey, what do you think? You think new boss is gonna make us do a fucking patrol every time they take a pot shot at us?
Kirk: Never try to understand officer, Mace. A different breed. They even fuck with the lights on.
Gallegos: What's that, Ro?
Romesha: Dead Americans.
Gallegos: Goddamn, you're a fucking buzzkill, man.
Romesha: Every time they take a pot shot at us, they're figuring us out. When the big one comes, they'll have us dialed in.
Carter: And how would do it, if you were them?
Romesha: What?
Carter: How would you do it, if you were them?
Romesha: How would I do it?... Well, first I'd knock out our mortar pit. Without that, we're fucked. Then I'd start hammering our stand-to trucks, armored Humvees, especially LRAS 2. That protects our mortars. Take out our ammo depot, so we can't resupply. And then I'd hit our generator, effectively kill our comms. And then I'd start sending fighters on the switchbacks. It'd be a race to get inside the wire before air support.
Carter: Yeah, but even then it's gonna take a few hours. The B1s come all the way from fucking Qatar.
Romesha: Yeah, that's right, Carter. Yeah. I'd get inside our cab, take our ECP, divide us in half. Pretty much then we're fucked.
Gallegos: Goddamn it, Ro. Who the fuck pissed in your Cheerios?
Romesha: Well, sorry, pal. But that's life at Camp Keating.
Carter: Any thought how we stop 'em, Sarge?
Romesha: We don't.
Mohammed: Sir, do you know what the problem is? The British invaded us, and they didn't listen to us. They thought we were stupid. They were crushed down... The Russians invaded us. They thought we were stupid, and they were crushed down... And now you make the same mistake, sir!
Bundermann: The Taliban cannot fucking find out about this. All right? None of this gets talked about in Skype, radio, emails, nothing. Check?.. Because, guys, our mission from now on is what it's always been... To survive.
Carter: I can get to him. Larson, I can fucking get to him. He's right fucking there.
Larson: Dead bodies attract dead bodies, all right? I don't want you trying to win a fucking medal.
Carter: I'm breathing. I'm breathing. I'm-- I'm breathing.
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