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Two U.S. Marines in WWII are assigned to protect Navajo Marines who use their native language as an unbreakable radio cypher.
Joe Enders: You think too much. Private Chick: First time I've ever been accused of that.
Sargeant Ryan 'Ox' Anderson: How! Just kidding.
Private Ben Yahzee: Radio Man: [to Private Ben Yahzee] Private Ben Yahzee: Remember Marine, ours is not to question why, ours is but to do or die. Semper Fi. Over
Ben Yahzee: I'm Ben Yahzee, I guess the corps paired us up, may I join you? Joe Enders: You're blocking my view. Ben Yahzee: Sorry. [about the food] Ben Yahzee: What do they call this crap anyway? Joe Enders: Marines call it chow. Ben Yahzee: Well there is a propaganda effort there. Ben Yahzee: [he accidentally knocks over his cup of coffee] Shit, sorry, you could have mine. [he then accidentally spills the coffe all over his food] Joe Enders: What did you say your name was again? Ben Yahzee: Ben Yahzee. [Enders gives him his food which has been ruined and takes his food] Charlie Whitehorse: [in Navajo] How is your white man? Ben Yahzee: Hungry.
Charlie Whitehorse: [explaining to Ben why he enlisted] Didn't want your white brothers thinking you were the best we had.
Joe Enders: [to Gunnery Sergeant Hjelmstad] I can't do my job!
[after Joe takes Yazi's food] Charlie Whitehorse: How's your white man? Ben Yahzee: Hungry.
Joe Enders: I ain't that drunk Yahzee, you cut that horseshit out.
Ben Yahzee: Sergeant, I'm telling you I won't freeze up again. Joe Enders: Because your buddy smeared ash on your forehead? Ben Yahzee: That's right, because my buddy smeared ash on my forehead.
Sargeant Ryan 'Ox' Anderson: Do your johns have any thing to do with these Navajo radiomen? Joe Enders: I'm not at liberty to say. Sargeant Ryan 'Ox' Anderson: [notices a new stripe on his uniform] See you got a new stripe on, me too. So I'm guessin the same orders i aint liberated to tell you is the same orders you aint liberated to tell me. Joe Enders: This is no democracy Sergant, this is the Marines. They look pretty normal I guess, expectin them to wear war paint. Sargeant Ryan 'Ox' Anderson: Well we might want to go and introduce ourselves they look a little lost. Joe Enders: Anderson, I wouldn't get too friendly. Sargeant Ryan 'Ox' Anderson: [to the Navajos] How, just kiddin I'm Ox. Charlie Whitehorse: I'm Whitehorse, this is Yahzee, Ben.
Ben Yahzee: His name was Joe Enders, from south Philadelphia. He was a fierce warrior, a good marine. If you ever tell a story about him George... Say he was my friend.
Ben Yahzee: This was supposed to be a secure area. What happened? Joe Enders: I killed him.
Joe Enders: What a magical heap of Navajo horseshit!
Charlie Whitehorse: [in Navajo] I've never seen so many white men. Ben Yahzee: Oh, they've never seen so many Navajos before. Ben Yahzee: Enders, I can't find Whitehorse anywhere. Have you seen him? Joe Enders: He's over there. Ben Yahzee: [he sees his friend dead, blown up by a grenade with other Japanese soldiers] This was suppose to be a secured area, what happened? Joe Enders: I killed him. Ben Yahzee: You what? Joe Enders: I took a grenade, threw it in there and blew him up.
Ben Yahzee: He wondered about cowboys watching Indians' backs. Something about it didn't seem right.
Private Chick: I dont wanna die in this shit hole, Joe. Joe Enders: You're not gonna die... nobody else is gonna die. We're gonna make it out of this.
Joe Enders: Yeah... I'm a good fucking marine, that's why they gave me this detail.
Ben Yahzee: Hey do you guys know where we would find second joint assualt singnal? Marine: No fuckin' idea mac. Ben Yahzee: Thanks, thanks a bunch.
Private Chick: I don't want to die in this shithole, Joe! Joe Enders: No one is gonna die!