We're surrounded. That simplifies the problem!

They're on our right, they're on our left, they're in front of us, they're behind us; they can't get away from us this time.

Where the hell do you put the bayonet?

So they've got us surrounded, good! Now we can fire in any direction, those b*****ds won't get away this time!

Old breed? New breed? There's not a damn bit of difference so long as it's the Marine breed.

I want to go where the guns are!

The mail service has been excellent out here, and in my opinion this is all that the Air Force has accomplished during the war.