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black and white bags,Gucci Clutches,gucci tote,rolex submariner price,old omega@@@@@ Chorus: WHAT IS A MILLION-DOLLAR WOUND? The latrine, early morningIt is a six-holer off in the bushes at one end of the bivouac, and is without a tarpaulinAt either end is a stick with a roll of paper on it, and a tin can covering it GALLAGHER: Some fuggin mornings like this I wish I'd catch a bullet WILSON: Only goddam trouble with that is you can't pick the spot STANLEY: You know if you could, the Army black and white bags wouldn't be keeping me long GALLAGHER: Aaah, there ain't a goddam place you can get a million-dollar wound that it don't hurt STANLEY: Sometimes I think I'd lose a leg, and call it quits WILSON: Only trouble with losing a goddam leg is you're h'isted on to a woman, and there's her husban' in the door, and how in the hell you gonna run? (Laughter) MARTINEZ: Lose arm maybe STANLEY: Jeez, that's way worse, I don't Gucci Clutches think I'd even take thatI mean how the hell can you get a job without an arm or, Jesus, without both arms? GALLAGHER: Aaah, the fuggin government'll support ya WILSON: But then you cain't jack-off if you got a mind to GALLAGHER: (Disgustedly) Haw MARTINEZ: Get wound, okay, means should get killed, only wounded STANLEY: Yeah, that's what they say The million-dollar wound for somebody like Ridges would be to lose his gucci tote head(Laughter) GALLAGHER: For that Roth and Goldstein, you could shoot 'em the nuts and they wouldn't even know the difference STANLEY: Oh, Jesus, don't even talk about that GALLAGHER: The Aarmy got the fuggin percentages on their side, you can't even get a wound and get out where it's worth it STANLEY: I'd take a foot anytimeI'd sign the papers for it nowToglio, elbow shot up, he get out WILSON: Goddam, ain't rolex submariner price that somethin! Ah tell you, men, Ah don' even 'member what that chickenshit Toglio looks like any more, But Ah'll never forget he got out on a busted elbow (They continue talking) PART THREE Plant and Phantom "Even the wisest among you is only a disharmony and hybrid of plant and phantomBut do I bid you become phantoms or plants?" -- NIETZSCHE 1 RECON set out on the patrol the next old omega afternoon