(dramatic music) (car wheels screeching) (guns fire) (dramatic music) (gun firing) - Sir.

General Kelly.

Sir, we weren't expecting to see you here.

- It was on my schedule wasn't it?

- Yes, sir but we just heard about Robert, I'm so sorry for your loss.

We weren't expecting you to still give a speech, let alone be here four days after.

- My son was a fine officer and a good man.

He'd expect me to keep my commitments.

Now are we ready?

- Yes, sir, right this way.

(crowd clapping) - You ready to celebrate 235 years?

- Rah Sir, happy birthday.

- Happy birthday to you, Marine.

- Good job Rodgers.

(woman laughs) - Good afternoon and happy 235th birthday Marines.

Today as we celebrate our legacy, I wanted to share with you a story that speaks directly to our warrior ethos and our commitment to Corp and to country.

Two years ago, when I was commander of all U.S and Iraqi forces.

in fact, on the 22nd of April, 2008, two infantry battalions, 19, the walking dead, 28, we're switching out of Ramadi.

One of the battalions was in its final days of he's deployment, the other was just beginning it's seven month combat tour.

(electro music) (crowd cheering) - My baby boy.

(laughs) - Hey.

- What are you doing down here man?

- Come on, get in.

- Listen to the girls in here are fire, they got boobs for days, boobs for days.

- Get in.

- All right, let's go.

Come on, bro, you serious about this fee shit?

- I'm serious, you serious about getting a ride?

I spent all my money on the fucking strippers.

- Come one man.

- I'm good for it, what?

Motherfucker I'll suck your dick.

- No you won't.

- I'll suck your dick.

- No you won't.

Oh no way.

(friends chattering) - Give him some cash, man.

Can't believe you serious about that.

- I got you.

- Hey, Hey, smell that.

Oh shit.

Joanna.

(laughs) I love you guys.

I love you guys.

You know, I just want to say we're up for war in what 12 hours, you two are more tanked than armor divisions.

- Bro that's why I'm wearing Ethos.

I stay hard, 24 7.

I love you.

- I'm telling you Hearter, you won't forgive yourself without at least one lap dance before you step off.

They don't have ladies like that in the sandbox.

- Oh shit, he's right.

Hey, listen, we've been hard, we've been hard.

We know that you're you're saving yourself for um Nicole.

- It's called commitment.

You guys gotta try it sometime.

It's not that bad.

- It's called commitment.

And you want to say that?

Here's to virginity.

- Who says I was a virgin?

- Oh shit.

(friends cheering) - [Friend 1] Hey, when did you do it?

You and Nato?

- [Hearter] No.

- [Friend 1] What?

- Nah come on, lay with me.

(laughing) Nah, hold on.

Hold on.

- You had your shot earlier.

- If she don't want to stay, I can make some room.

- No that's okay.

- All right.

That's all you get.

All right.

Good night.

- Wait wait wait, Hearter.

- Yeah.

- So uh, we're really going over there huh?

- Yeah.

Yeah, we are.

- You got my back over there, right?

- No.

(both laughs) - You asshole.

- Yeah man, of course.

- Asshole, okay.

- I love you.

(laughs) - I know.

You've been thinking about me.

- Goodnight.

(somber music) - The Marines operated at a joint security station, Nasser, Ramshackle building, they shed with a unit of Iraqi Police.

Also my men and our allies in the fight against the terrorist in Ramadi, which until recently was the most dangerous city on earth.

(explosion) (somber music) (civilians chattering) - What the, the fuck?

- Come on man, wake up.

- Hearter you creepy fuck - what's wrong with you man?

- What are you?

Watching me sleep?

- Yeah man.

- Jeffrey Domino, the fuck?

What are you doing?

- I'm trying to sleep bro.

- Common man, gotta get that internal clock going.

- Stupid.

You better have a hard on you.

Fucking creep.

(laughs) The fuck man.

- Ah man get up now or hate yourself later.

- Shut the fuck up.

- That's what I'm saying.

- Shut up.

- You shut up.

Yo yeah, Right man.

Early bird gets the terrorist.

No man.

- Terrorists, - I'm going going back to sleep.

- I don't fucking like terrorists.

- Huh, fucking rude.

- Common man, I hear the food's great.

You coming?

- Yes.

- [Friend 1] Creepy.

You jacking off to me sleeping bro.

- [Friend 2] God damn bro.

- You wish?

- [Friend 1] Hey Rogers.

Hey, grab me a plate please.

- Let's go man.

(mocking friend)' - [Corporal] The Iraqi police aren't here for the patrol Sergeant.

- [Sergeant] They're on Inshallah time Corporal.

If they believe it's God's will to be early, they'll be early.

- Yeah.

It makes sense.

- You come in, you wake me up for no reason.

- Actually.

I just wanted to say something to you, man.

You look so good this morning, - Oh, ho.

- Honestly.

And you're like a fucking ugly baldheaded bitch.

(laughs) God damn.

I don't know how to work this thing.

- [Sergeant] Any one know how to work this thing?

- [Soldier 1] Did you turn it on Sergeant?

- [Sergeant] Fuck you down Toelo.

- [Soldier 1] Ay sergeant.

- Oh my God.

What the fuck Hearter?

You drag my ass out of bed for uncooked hotdogs.

You fucking serious?

Fuck you.

Can't wat this shit.

- Yeah you can.

- No I can't.

- I just ate it.

- So 19 sent us a couple of hotdog eating red neck pieces of shit?

Great.

(scoffs) We got three days left here, dog.

Then you're ass can go home and jerk it to all the Hentai technical porn you want.

You still playing those god damn video games?

- It beats war, you know.

- Fuck.

- You feel that?

Feel that tingling inside?

Fresh idealism.

- Oh fuck.

Please Sergeant don't make me babysit one of these fuckers all day, please.

- The green winnie us all Yale.

Besides, it would appear you have an open schedule.

Hey you four boots, which one of you wants to get in on the war early?

- I'm ready Sergeant.

- All right.

A motivator.

You got gate duty and you're control point one with Corporal Yale.

- Oh, yeah Hearter.

You gonna win the war for us buddy.

Corporal Yale here, is going to teach you our standard operating procedures.

So Haji doesn't fuck you back to Baghdad.

Rah?

- Rah Sergeant.

One Corporal.

- You a spunky one, aren't ya?

It's great.

We got a long day ahead of us, Lance Corporal, - Hearter.

- You ready to melt your pussy?

Stare at some ugly people?

- Always.

- Yale was a mixed race kid from Virginia.

Whose mother and sister lived with him and he supported them both on his salary of less than $23,000 per year.

Hearter, on the other hand was a middle-class white kid from Long Island.

They came from two completely different worlds.

Had they not joined the Marines?

They would've never met.

(people chattering) (speaks in foreign language) - What?

A beautiful day.

- What a beautiful day is that what you just said?

- Yeah.

Don't think it's nice out here?

- Yeah.

It's nice.

It's nice, if you live in Satan's Fucking hairy ass crack.

It's nice.

Jesus Christ man.

- So they bring us any more stocking power?

- Mildred's the biggest bitch around here right now.

- So that's it?

- Yup.

Well actually we used to have a 240, but an Iraqi officer, fucking lit up the nearest mosque.

Just like a block away.

- Ah jeez.

- Fuckhead cut them a sunroof in like 10 seconds.

(imitating gun firing sound) God damn.

- You got the munchies or something?

What are you doing?

What you got?

- Sensu beans ma'am.

I'm on that Goku shit.

Go Super Saian on your ass.

- Shut up.

- Eating some candy, you want some?

- Yeah, sure man.

- Welcome to ECP1 bitch.

- Thanks man.

- But yeah, headquarters flipped fucking shit on us since this poke ass officer down here.

Mother fucker was all "Marines, small and weapons may not destroy buildings, but it still kills people, rah.

A fucking hatchet wound, man.

I mean, yeah, as long as we hit them in the grape stop Haji all the same, but... - Two in the chest, one in the head.

- That's right.

Winning hearts and minds.

Iraqi freedom.

Plus Fontos go to shit, We do have Bob and Kumar over there to save the day.

If it makes you feel any better.

These, fuckers even paying attention?

Look at them.

(imitating Iraqis) See they're supposed to ask them to stop, but fuck us, I guess.

All right.

Got a standard SOP here.

11 channel order and all that.

Just a go check, their ID and clear pass.

You got it, big boy.

- [Hearter] Morning Sergeant.

- [Sergeant 2] Good morning.

I'd like a double cheeseburger, with a side of dick sauce, please.

- Ey, I got a uh... - Make sure he fucks himself too.

- Fuck off.

- Stop hazing that Marine down.

(engine revving) - Quality operation you boys run out here.

Mom and dad's retired.

And my mom.... (speaks softly) - what's up man.

- What's the matter baby?

- What's up?

(soldiers chattering) - Smells great in here by the way.

- Ah, fuck me.

You got 12 hours in this hotbox, man.

You got any good stories?

- Ah not really.

Most of my stuff is from bootcamp.

Bringing it back?

- No, fuck sake Hearter.

Come on man.

- God damn.

Okay fine.

Duty, duty questions then I guess that'll do.

- What are you talking about?

- So Lance Corporal Hearter, what dysfunctional life event led you to join the United States Marine Corps.

- Oh my gosh.

You serious?

- Hell yeah man.

And I know we answer our Corporals.

- I don't know, nothing's wrong with my life, man.

I just got tired of watching from the sidelines.

- Elaborate.

- Nah you'll laugh.

- Yeah, yeah.

I most certainly will.

- I went to the towers about a month before 9/11.

After they fell, I just got a knot in my stomach that won't go away.

- I'm not going to lie to you, that as cliche as fuck.

- Well, thank you.

I appreciate that.

- But no seriously, like that's, that's a good reason as anyone else, man.

It's nothing to be ashamed of.

- Definitely want to earn the right to wear this uniform though.

- You want a real piece of advice, man, that guilt that you're feeling for not going into combat.

That's just the shit they used to brainwash the recruits.

Better purge that shit now you know.

- No, it's not about that.

I just want to do my part.

- Yeah, no, no, no.

I feel you, but you know, there's no glory in this.

It's good friends dying far from home, that's all.

- I'm sorry for your loss.

I'm sure he served his country honorably?

- Well, he killed himself actually.

Yeah.

Lance Corporal Curtis Christiansen.

Hey man, look I'm not trying to scare you or anything.

I'm just, I'm just saying you're not here to win war, or to pop your chair with that thing.

You're here for one reason and that's to make sure the Marines never have to come to this I'll ever again.

- Hey man, I got all my friends back there sleeping right now, they've been with me since SOI, so trust me Corporal.

I know why I'm here.

We got a job to do.

- I spoke individually with a half dozen Iraqi police.

All of whom told the same story.

Some of them fired.

And then to a man, they ran for safety just prior to the explosion.

All survived.

- I'm being a fucking dick dude.

(both laughs) I'm sorry, man.

My bad.

- It's all right.

- It's a little salt dog now.

- Yeah well, I used to be all about this shit, you know.

Now my cammies are on some bleach white.

Smoke cheap cigarettes.

My fucking teeth are all yellow from dip.

But I hear chicks on base dig that shit now.

So maybe there's hope for me yet.

- Ah, just in Ramadi man.

(both laughs) You got a girl back home?

- Two, actually.

- Boy, that's expensive.

- Yeah, no, no, it's just um, it's my mom, my little sister, Tammy.

They live on base with me.

That's sweet.

Yeah, it's good.

I send a combat pay, they buy furniture.

We got a good thing.

- Can't even afford paying off my truck right now, so... - Yo, I feel you on that, man.

Why do you think I'm trying to find me a sugar mama?

Shit.

What about you baby face, huh?

There's some girl out there with puffy loins waiting for you.

(laughs) - Oh, Geez.

Um, Yeah.

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

(both laughs) Yeah.

- Nicole.

- What's her name?

- Nicole - Oh, Nicole?.

All right.

- She um, she's great man.

- Let me tell you something Hearter.

Take it from someone who knows, all right.

You got to get a few more tree rings in you before you can go settling them down, man.

Me myself, I'm already divorced.

Head of the game.

- Shut up.

- I am.

I'm serious.

Well actually, that bitch never signed the papers before we stepped off.

So technically, I'm still a married man.

(engine revving) So look, another customer.

- Putting myself in their heads.

I suppose it took about a second for the two Marines to separately come to the same conclusion as to what was going on.

They had about five seconds left.

(gun shots firing) Took maybe two seconds for them to present their weapons, take aim and open up.

(gun shots firing) - Get, up!

The Iraqi police, Some of who've been filed the right case now scattered like the normal and rational men that they were.

Three seconds left.

For about two more seconds and all the instantaneous violence, Yale and Hearter, never hesitated.

By all reports and by the video footage, they never stepped back.

(explosion) (glass shattering) (siren waling) (coughing) (civilians chattering outside) (coughing) - Rodgers?

Rodgers?

- They cracked my fucking rib.

- All right, do move, don't move.

(speaks softly) (speaks faintly) - Fuck man.

All right, I'll be back.

I'll be back.

(flame roaring) Hearter?

Hearter?

- One of the Iraqis elaborated, they'd run like any normal man would, to save their life.

What he didn't know then until that very moment he said was that "Marines are not normal."

(somber music) He said sir, "in the name of God, no man, no sane man would have stood there and done what they did."

They saved us all.

- Hearter?

- Truck explodes.

The camera goes blank.

And two young men go to their God.

Six seconds.

Not enough time to think about their families, their country, their flag, their own lives or their own deaths.

But it was more than enough time for these very, very brave young Marines to do their duty into eternity.

That's the kind of people that we have on watch tonight, all over the world for you.

For us all.

(somber music)