I love the smell of napalm in the morning. You know one time we had a hill bomb? For twelve hours, and when it was all over I walked up. We didn't find one of 'em, not one stinkin' dink body. The smell, you know, that gasoline smell! The whole hill — it smelled like... Victory.
Someday this war's gonna end.
Lt. Colonel Bill Kilgore
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