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This is here in light of the recent passing of Sergeant Romus Valton Burgin, who was one of Eugene Sledge's and Snafu Shelton's (portrayed by Joe Mazzello and Rami Malek) commanding officers and dear friends. Burgin was also portrayed as a prominent figure in The Pacific. Because Joe and Rami were involved with the series, this seems like a nice thing to do. This is for him. Thank you for your service to our country, Burgie. You're a good man. Enjoy!
(Fair warning, there is some language that is not politically correct for our time, it only is for their time. This is the script, not my own writing)
Freddie: *reading a letter from home* "P.S., your mother would like to know if you want us to send you your dress blue uniform." *everyone laughs* Freddie: Must think we get a lot of fancy dress balls around here. Roger: Hey, if we have one, can I be your date? Freddie: *You* are ugly. I want Deacy John, casually: Take a number.
Brian: Rog... what's it like? Roger: I slept with a woman in Melbourne. I'm not braggin', but that's at one end, right? *points down the beach* Roger: And then way down there, as far as you can go, that's what it's like. And that... that you can never imagine. Brian: Okay.
Miami: Can you believe this bullshit about the dog? Some dog's supposed to smell a Jap before me? I don't think so. 'preciate the thought, but, ain't no dog going to make me sleep safe at night. Brian: I had a dog, his name's Deacon. Miami: You keep fucking that stovepipe. The Nips come pouring through here with fixed bayonets, you nail 'em with HE and flares as fast as you can, think you can do that? Roger: We got it, gunny. Miami: I was asking Brian. Brian: Yes, Miami Miami: Huh Miami: Woof. Roger: *starts laughing* What the fuck was that?
Joe: That must've been hard. I mean what the hell rhymes with Guadalcanal? Ben: How fucked are we now, on Guadalcanal?
Gwilym: Hey, what are you doing?! You just shot some poor farmer's cow! Ben: What? Its gonna be steak anyway. Gwilym: Not if it's a dairy cow, you idiot
Brian: Oh Fred, thank God! Look I need you to watch here for just a minute while I take a piss. Freddie: Can't do it, drunk as a skunk. Brian: No, Leckie, please just one minute, please. *Freddie grudgingly agrees. Brian unbuckles his sidearm belt and hands it to Freddie. Brian runs off and Freddie leans against the wall and fastens the belt around his waist. Paul appears from down the breezeway* Paul: Freddie, what are you doing?! Freddie: *Drunkingly* Manning this fuckin' post, darling. *Freddie unholsters his sidearm* Paul: Are you out of your mind?! You pull a fucking sidearm on me?! *Brian returns from taking a piss and briefly wrestles the gun from Freddie* Freddie: (to Paul) Fuck you, you fucking prick! Paul: Stand at attention! Freddie: Fuck you! Paul: I said stand and attention! Leckie: I said fuck you! Brian: You're kicking us out? Paul: Not you,...Freddie
John: What about the pistol? You use it for battalion paper-weight, sir? Paul: Get out my tent, John. John: I'm not in your tent, sir. Paul: John: *pouts in the rain*
Reporter: Is this Item Company? Freddie: No, K/3/5. Reporter: I gotta get to Baker/1/7, you have any idea where they are? Freddie: No, we need you to take our wounded back to the beach Reporter: No can do, we're movin' out! *Jim and Freddie look at each other knowingly, Jim stands up and slowly saunters over to the front of the tank and Freddie climbs up to the top.* Freddie: Hold here 'till we load our wounded, and then you can move your ass wherever you want
Brian: Are my eyes yellow? Roger: Why would your eyes be yellow? Brian: Come on, your old man's a doctor. Look at my eyes. Roger: Give it a rest, Brian Brian: Seriously, I'm getting that yellow jaundice that's been going around, I know it. The heebie jeebies. Roger: It's hepatitis and you don't have it. Brian: I'll catch a fever then then turn inside out through my asshole like Carson in Love Company. Come on, look at my eyes. I'm dying, Rog.
*the band hears a homophobic comment about Freddie* Roger: OUTTA THE WAY HIROHITO Roger: move, you fucking bastard. MOVE! *the perpetrator stands their ground* John: Sit Down! Perpetrator: John: I said SIT DOWN *John shoves the man to the ground* *Everyone gangs up around the man, who stands back up and lunges at John* Roger, stepping in front of John: MOVE Brian: SIT THE FUCK DOWN John: *steps in front of Roger and shoves the man even harder*
Gwilym: *Tries to light a fire but rain soaked through the tent.* Ben: All this water coming down and you didn't think to cover that up? Gwilym: *throws the dead match at Ben* Rami: *eating* A live grenade happens to roll into his tent. It's a damn shame. Ben: Please shut up. Rami: this is a dangerous place! A number of accidents could befall someone like Bryan Singer. Terrible losses for all on set Ben: Oh for GOD'S SAKE coffee is the one goddamn thing we get to enjoy on set and we just want to enjoy it in peace. So either kill Singer or shut the fuck up! Joe: *rolls his eyes and lights a cigarette* Gwilym: *Looks up at Rami knowingly* Rami: *leaves in disgust*
