"Look, these people... they have no jobs, no food, no education, no future. I just figure that you know, I mean, we have two things we can do. We can help, or we can sit back and watch a country destroy itself on CNN. Right?"
"Look, you guys, I know it's my first time as chalk leader, but, uh, this isn't our first time out together. This is serious. We're Rangers, not some sorry-ass JROTC. We're elite. Let's act like it out there."
"All right, listen up. We're gonna hold the perimeter and we're gonna hold the strongpoint. Conserve your ammo. Only shoot at what you can hit. The convoy is gonna come. We're gonna get home."
"Watch for Skinnies. They're all over the rooftops. They're in prayer, but not for much longer."
(to the dying Cpl. Jamie Smith) "You did what we were trained to do. You should be proud of that. Be proud of that."
"You know, a friend of mine asked me before I got here... it was when we were all shipping out. He asked me, 'Why are you going to fight somebody else's war? What, do y'all think you're heroes?' I didn't know what to say at the time, but if he asked me again, I'd say no. I'd say there's no way in hell. Nobody asks to be a hero. It just sometimes turns out that way."
"Hey - who's hungry?"
"You wanna know what I think? It don't really matter what I think. Once that first bullet goes past your head, politics and all that shit, just goes right out the window."
"Just watch your corner and get all your men back here alive."
"It'd probably help to clean some of the blood out of the humvees."
"Stop the vehicle. Let me out."
"Stop the vehicle. Let me out."
"Sergeant, you can't control who gets hit or who doesn't. Who falls out of a chopper, or why. It ain't up to you. It's just war."
"When I get home and people ask me,'Hey, Hoot, why do you do it, man? What are you? Some kind of war junkie? I won't say a goddamn word. Why? They won't understand. They won't understand why we do it. They won't understand that it's about the men next to you. And that's it. That's all it is."
"Don't even think about it, all right? I'm better on my own."
"Hey, start a whole new week! It's Monday!"
"Home in an hour, okay? Now, there will be some shooting. Bakara Market is the Wild West. But be careful what you shoot at, because people do live there."
"Nothing takes five minutes!"
"Son of a bitch... Romeo 6-4, We're right back where we started. I'm running low on ammo, I got many wounded including me, and vehicles that are barely running."
"Sergeant Eversmann, I heard you guys needed a lift."
"You Delta boys are bunch of undisciplined cowboys. Let me tell you something, Sergeant. When we get on the five yard line, you're gonna need my Rangers. So y'all better learn to be team players."
"If I ever see you undermine me again, I'll have you cleaning latrines with your tongue until you can't taste the difference between shit and french fries. Are we clear?"
"We are combat-ineffective, you understand me? We got too damn many wounded to move!"
"Two-five, this is Six-four. That's a negative on the medivac, it's not possible. JOC can't risk losing another bird. You're just gonna have to hold on."
"Tenth Mountain? No! Sir, with all due respect, my Rangers can provide rear security. We'll walk you out of the hot zone and then jump on the last few vehicles."
"Make no mistake: once you're in Bakara Market you're in an entirely hostile district. Don't underestimate their capabilities. We'll be going through friendly districts before hitting the market, so remember the rules of engagement: nobody fires unless fired upon. Now, Let's go get this thing done. Good luck, gentlemen."