Fuck! Reverse hard left! Hard left! Reverse!
- Fuck! - Back up, back up, back up! Hard left!
Hatches! Hatches! Back up!
- Go, go, go! - Let's go, let's go, let's go!
Back up. Left stick.
Go, go, go! Hard stick!
What the fuck was it?
That was an 88. It's a goddamn tank.
Where the fuck is it?
- Tank! 12 o'clock, 800 yards. - I see it! It's a goddamn Tiger!
- Put some fucking smoke in his face! - Let's go, Grady. Smoke up, Grady.
- Clear! - On the way!
We have to get to the crossroads. We got to get past them.
Don, let's get the fuck out of here! Let's go!
Unless he drowns himself in a shit-filled ditch, he's our problem.
Hit that son of a bitch!
- Almost up! - Light the bastard!
- Clear! - On the way!
Shoot that fucker!
Fire when ready!
Stop! Stop! Stop!
Driver make ready
Load Anti-Tank
All right, all tanks, move forward!
Fuck!
- Peterson, right flank! - Right stick.
Davis, left with me, stay abreast.
Let's go right at them, let's go right at them!
Gordo, left flank. Let's bum-rush this cocksucker!
Right stick. Taking the right flank.
New target
Tank on the left
10 o'clock... 700 meters
He's coming out.
Fire!
- Loader, A.P, A.P. - Clear!
- Hit 'em! - On the way!
Commence!
- All right, pump him! Pump him! - Gyros on!
- What do you want, Top? - Loader, A.P., A.P., smash him.
You're clear, Boyd!
A.P., 500 yards. Fire!
Elevate... 600 meters
- Again! - Fuck, Grady, put it in, now.
- Clear! - On the way!
God!
God damn it!
- Fuck! - Hit 'em!
- Clear! - On the way!
Same target fire!
They got Peterson!
God damn!
- It's a fucking beast. - Fuck!
Gordo, flank left! Left!
Davis, cross him. Flank right! Flank right!
Copy! Right stick! Right stick!
Traverse left.
Davis, he's lining up!
Fire!
Target 11 o'clock
Shoot the son of a bitch! He's lining up on Roy!
God damn it, I said fire!
Fire!
God damn it.
Fuck!
Roy's gone. We're all that's left.
It's up to us now.
Driver halt!
Gordo, get around him. Put us on his backside.
If we get behind him, we can kill him. Go! Go! Go!
Reverse reverse!
Don't let him behind us!
Faster, Gordo!
God damn it!
Forward
Target 2 o'clock!
- God damn it! Fuck! - What was that?
- We got hit! - I lost it.
Boyd, are you all right?
- Shit! - Fuck!
We lost power traverse. Switching to manual.
Boyd, you stay in the fight!
- Bible, hit him! - On the way!
Coming around! He's coming around!
Gordo, you got to outrun that gun!
- Oh, I got it! I got it! - Fire!
Gordo, put it in third. Right stick!
Bible, put it up his ass, where the armor's thin.
I know where to fucking hit him!
- Boyd, you're clear! - On the way!
- Shit! - God damn it, I said in the ass!
We're moving too fast! It's not that fucking easy!
Come on, Boyd, stay on him!
Gordo, when I say back up, you back up. Left stick.
All right, all right.
Bible, stand by. I'll call the shot.
Roger! Roger!
Gordo, now! Reverse! Reverse! Left stick!
Bible, steady.
Steady.
Shoot the bastard!
- Come on, Bible! - Come on, fucking shoot him!
Steady.
- Now! - On the way!
Fuck! Grady, one more! One more, Grady!
- Grady, Grady, Grady! - Clear!
- Again! - On the way!
Clear!
- Tank destroyed. - Gordo, halt.
Jesus Christ.
Fucking Nazi fuck!
Fuck you!
Radio check, Love 1-6.
Yeah, boy.
Radio check, Love 1-6. Fucking handed him.
- Good fucking job, Gordo. - Radio check, Love 1-6.
Radio check, Love 1-6.
Radio's eighty-sixed. We're on our own.
Good shot.
It wasn't me.
No, no, I'm the instrument, not the hand.
God didn't call us today.
You hear me, boys?
What's he doing up there?
Big pair of dice?
Everyone else came up snake eyes but us?
- Lord's protection. - We got it, don't we, Boyd?
- Yes, sir. Yes, sir. - We got it.
Norman mowed them fuckers down, didn't he, too?
- Good job, Norman. - Welcome to the Army, Norm.
You did good.
- Best job I ever had. - Best job I ever had.
Best job I ever had.
Best job I ever had.
Shit.
We're still open for business.
Let's head out for those crossroads,
keep it out of Krauts' hands like we've been told.
There's a wave coming in. We're the rock to break that wave.
Vแmonos!
Gordo, get us out of here.
Fuck it.