Hang in there, Sergeant.
American heroism has a new face today.
Despite heavy enemy fire,
a young infantryman rushes to the aid of his fallen sergeant.
This now-famous image was captured on a camera
abandoned by an embedded reporter
during an ambush by anti-coalition forces in Al-Ansakar, Diyala Province, Iraq.
William Lynn was awarded the Silver Star,
and he and the eight-man Bravo squad
have spent the last two weeks touring the country,
receiving the nation's thanks.
Their tour ends right here in Dallas,
where they'll be performing in Thursday's halftime show alongside Destiny's Child.
Hey, Billy. How's your head, buddy?
- What? - You get a good night's sleep?
Yeah, those strippers last night were really into you, man.
What are you talking about?
Hey, remember that halftime show we're doing?
- Shit! - With Destiny's Child?
Why don't you join us, dumbass?
Here's the reason why people love this story.
They give us hope, they give us reason not to despair.
Six minutes and 40 seconds late.
-是放我鸽子吗 -没有 上士
- Are you flakin' on me, Lynn? - No, Sergeant.
Just dreaming about cheerleaders.
- Good man. - I know it's not a popular war,
and I know what's going on in the media right now,
but Bravo's a story about
America feeling good about America again.
When the last time you felt good about that, huh? Tell me.
Dude! She really liked me. She gave me a freebie.
Sykes, you are so full of shit, man.
We were all wasted last night.
I can't remember shit. You sure as hell can't remember shit.
Well, all I know is I got a free dance.
We all got a free dance, boy. Strippers love their country, too.
What I'm saying is,
there was a connection between us, you know?
Emotion and shit.
That's her job, motherfucker.
Supposed to make you feel like they like you.
服务员 演员 脱衣舞♥女♥ 妓♥女♥
Waitress, actress, stripper, prostitute.
Go fuck yourself.
Come on. At ease with the trash talk, fellas.
We're in front of civilians.
Yeah. Hey, listen up, all of you.
Right now, by the grace of God and the media,
we are the face of the American military,
and you will act accordingly. Do I make myself clear?
Man, we're gonna look ridiculous.
Tell me about it, man.
This whole tour's been one big dog-and-pony show for the cameras, Sergeant.
Those were just local appearances.
At halftime, we will be performing on national television
in front of 40 million viewers.
Now, if that happens to be the mother of all clusterfucks,
then we should blame it on bad intelligence.
Inspiring words, Sergeant.
不 不是 他们不是精英部队
No, they're not the... No, they're not the elite force.
No, they're a bunch of kids
thrown into the deep end of a not-so-popular war.
And what do they do?
They bond together with love and brotherhood, that's what they do.
You can't write that shit, man. Come on!
You guys the Bravos?
What gave us away?
Sergeant David Dime.
These are the men of 2nd Squad,
otherwise known to the media as "Bravo."
Well, I'm Josh. I'm liaison from the team,
so if you guys need anything today, you just tell me.
-我来照应你们 好吗 -吼啊
- I'll be taking care of you, all right? - Hooah.
Sykes would like his dignity back.
- Crack needs to go fuck himself. - Come on.
This is Albert Brown, producer extraordinaire.
- How are you? - Army set us up with him.
You ever seen the "Fight Night" Movies?
- No. - Well, you're missing out.
He'll be rolling with us today.
Is everybody here?
-全员到齐 -等等 大麦克呢
- Present and accounted for. - Wait, where's Major Mac?
We're missing our public affairs coordinator.
He's here, Sergeant.
麦克劳林少校 我是乔什 今天我...
Major McLaurin, I'm Josh. I'm gonna be taking care of you...
He can't hear you.
Major McLaurin was blown up on the first day of his tour
by an improvised explosive device.
Twice. Lost his hearing.
我 很抱歉 真的很抱歉
I'm... I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Well, here's your ride to the stadium.
Courtesy of Mr. Oglesby. So if you guys'll just...
Wait, wait. Norm Oglesby sent this?
Who the fuck is Norm Oglesby?
All right, now, that's what I'm talkin' about.
-只喝一杯 上士 -不行
- Just one little drink, Sergeant. - No!
Sykes, have you not had your morning glass of shut-up?
"Quietness, quietness over this countryside,
"Except for unmistakable signals on radio...
"Has anyone looked in the eyes of the dead?
"Is anyone living to look for future forgiveness?"
Well, I'm not much for poetry,
but this was one of Sergeant Breem... Shroom's favorites.
I remember him walking around base camp perimeter
reciting this kind of stuff really loud.
"Just sharing the wisdom," He said,
when I'd tell him to shut the hell up.
Maybe Shroom had a point.
But personally, I believe he was really using his voice
to let the insurgents draw a bead on us with their mortars,
because that's the kind of person Shroom was,
always thinking of the other guy.