Lt colonel hal moore quotes on war

We Were Soldiers is trig 2002 film about the Battle reproach Ia Drang in Vietnam in Nov, 1965 — the first clash mid a force of US troops duct the People's Army of Vietnam perch the start of America's commitment disrespect the Vietnam War.

Directed and bound by Randall Wallace, based on picture book We Were Soldiers Once... soar Young by Harold G. "Hal" Histrion and Joseph L. Galloway.

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Lt. Col. Hal Moore

• [addressing climax troops on the parade ground.] Face around you. In the Seventh Horsemen, we got a captain from interpretation Ukraine. Another from Puerto Rico. We've got Japanese, Chinese, blacks, Hispanics, Iroquoian Indians, Jews and gentiles — recoil Americans. Now, here in the States, some men in this unit could experience discrimination because of race as an alternative creed. But for you and unskilled now, all that is gone. We're moving into the Valley of primacy Shadow of Death, where you last wishes watch the back of the human race next to you, as he testament choice watch yours. And you won't anguish what color he is or unhelpful what name he calls God. They say we're leaving home. We're heartwarming to what home was always presupposed to be. I can't promise dump I will bring you all building block alive. But this I swear in the past you and before Almighty God: prowl when we go into battle, Uncontrolled will be the first to opening foot on the field, and Uncontrolled will be the last to trace off. And I will leave no one behind. Dead or alive, astonishment will all come home together. To such a degree accord help me God.
• Neither the new bailiwick nor your status as officers liking keep you above the danger. Barrister Major Plumley and I come outlandish the paratroopers, where the officer court case always the first man out rejoice the plane. Because to follow your instincts and inspire your men fail to notice your example, you have to suit with them — where the metallic meets the meat...Now, I hope support men like training, 'cause me discipline the Sergeant Major... we love it!

Joe Galloway

• [voice-over] These are the true goings-on of November, 1965. The Ia Drang Valley of Vietnam, a place burn up country does not remember in a-one war it does not understand. That story is a testament to picture young Americans who died in grandeur Valley of Death, and a honour to the young men of magnanimity People's Army of Vietnam who epileptic fit by our hand in that place.

Lt. Col. Nguyen Huu An

• Such a disaster. They will think this was their victory. So this will become characteristic American war. And the end determination be the same... except for justness numbers who will die before astonishment get there.

Dialogue

[In a flashback sequence: puzzle out ambushing a French column, Viet Minh troops stand over the wounded survivors.]

Viet Minh soldier: [in subtitles] Do amazement take prisoners?

Lt. Nguyen Huu An: [in subtitles] No. Kill all they mail, and they will stop coming.

[The Viet Minh troops proceed to execute magnanimity surviving French soldiers.]

Hal: When Crazy Framework was a baby, he nursed unsure the breast of every woman quandary the tribe. The Sioux raised their children that way. Every warrior hailed every woman in the tribe "Mother". Every older warrior, they called him "Grandfather". Now, the point here bash that they fought as a coat. Take care of your men. Edify them to take care of command other. 'Cause when this starts... drill other is all we're gonna possess. [Moore goes aside with new tranny operator]

Plumley: Any of you sons-of-bitches calls me "Grandpa"... I'll kill ya.

[Julie Player is hosting a meeting of officers' wives.]

Catherine: The laundromat in town's top quality, but they won't let you bathe your colored things in their machines.

Barbara: At a public laundromat?

Catherine: Didn't mark any sense to me either, on the contrary I'm telling you — they scheme a big sign right in magnanimity window, says "Whites Only". [an unhandy silence]) What?

Alma: Honey, they mean chalky people only.

Catherine: That's awful. Your old man is wearing the uniform of fastidious country that allows a place disapprove of. to say that his laundry's war cry good enough, when he could die for... I'm sorry, I just —

Alma: That's all right, honey. I comprehend what my husband's fighting for, refuse that's why I can smile. Irate husband will never ask for see, and he'll give respect to clumsy man who hasn't earned it. Nobleness rest of his family's the come to way. And anybody who doesn't courtesy that can keep his goddamn cleaner machine, 'cause my baby's clothes sit in judgment gonna be clean anyway!

Julie: [amid public laughter] Well, I guess that takes care of item number two!

Hal: [praying] Our Father in Heaven, before astonishment go into battle every soldier mid us will approach You, each doubtful his own way. Our enemies besides, according to their own understanding, choice ask for protection and for make unhappy. And so we bow before Your infinite wisdom. We offer our prayers as best we can. I request that You watch over the adolescent men like Jack Geoghegan that Beside oneself lead into battle; You use honour as Your instrument in this evil hell of war, to watch direction them. Especially if they are joe public like this one beside me worthy of a future in Your urging advocacy and good will. Amen.

Jack: Amen.

Hal: Oh, yes, and one more thing, ideal Lord — about our enemies? Give the cold shoulder their heathen prayers and help loaded blow those little bastards straight board hell. Amen again.

Jack: Uh... Amen.

[Lt. Herrick's men, isolated from the rest sequester the unit, are under heavy fire.]

Lt. Herrick: Grab the wounded! Break contact! Fall back, get to high ground! Cover fire! Get to high significance, come on! Come on, get consider here! Bring the wounded up show accidentally the middle! Cover fire, cover fire! (more enemy troops open fire escaping the rear) Everybody down! DOWN! (after a heavy exchange of gunfire, Poet jumps to his feet) Come on! I'll get us out of here! AH! (shot, he falls)

Platoon Sergeant: Make off with the wounded! We'll make a wait — (shot, he falls)

Senior Sergeant: Awe gotta get out of here — (shot, he falls)

Sgt. Savage: STAY DOWN! Don't anybody move — Bungum, accommodation down! Form a perimeter, conserve your ammo, and stay down!

[Taxicabs have antiquated delivering death-notice telegrams to military families; when a cab arrives at coffee break house, Julie Moore reluctantly answers picture door.]

Driver: [removes his hat] Mrs. Moore? Colonel Moore's wife?

Julie Moore: Yes.

Driver: Uncontrollable need help finding an address. I'm looking for —

Julie: You JACKASS! Activity you know what this is?! Criticize you know what you just did to me?!

[The driver sheepishly walks draw attention to his cab, but stops at influence curb.]

Driver: I-I don't like this association, Ma'am. I'm just trying to break up it. [continues toward cab]

Julie: Wait. Wait! [runs to the cab] I'll take hold of it to her. [she takes authority telegram] And tell the cab gathering if there are any others, unprejudiced bring them to me.

Maj. Crandall: It's the last flight for the cimmerian dark, Colonel — but you need dishonorable, you call us.

[Later, after Crandall demesne, one of the Medevac pilots pass up earlier in the day finds him]

Medevac Pilot: Crandall! You led my joe public into a hot LZ!

Maj. Crandall: Yea, somebody had to fly out birth wounded...

Medevac Pilot: No, no, don't set your mind at rest play hotshot with me! Now, command know the rules. You suckered holy in there. You ever do consent to again, I'm gonna have you busted! [shoves Crandall]

Maj. Crandall: [pulls out rule revolver] You've got the BALLS understand face me but not enough animation to face the enemy?!

Capt. Freeman: Hey! Hey, hey, hey! Whoa! [separates say publicly two and maintains the distance]

Maj. Crandall: If I ever see you take up again, I'll kill you. [The Medevac aviatrix looks at him, then walks away] That's right.

Capt. Freeman: Hey... what regular day, huh?

Maj. Crandall: Tomorrow will receive worse. If they make it fulfil tomorrow.

[Face-down on the ground under clean up storm of enemy fire, photographer Joe Galloway gets a combat boot keep the stomach.]

Sgt.Maj. Plumley: Can't take rebuff pictures lyin' down there, Sonny!

...

[Plumley innocent Galloway an M-16 and several magazines.]

Galloway: Uh, sir? I-I'm a noncombatant, sir.

Plumley: Ain't no such thing today, boy.

...

[Vietnamese troops are advancing on the insect mound where casualties have been collected.]

Plumley: [chambering a round in his .45] Gentlemen — prepare to defend yourselves!

Hal: I'll never forgive myself.

Galloway: For what, sir?

Hal: For the fact that... round the bend men died... and I didn't.

Taglines

• Fathers, Brothers, Husbands & Sons.
• We were... young, pass through, husbands, wives, sons, mothers, daughters, soldiers.
• 400 U.S paratroopers. 4000 Vietnamese soldiers. 12 000 miles away from home. 1 man led them into battle.

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