profound works, tight rhythms, literary works, and those who want to see explosive actions don’t need it. Watched...
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Connor 2022-02-15 08:01:43
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Anthony 2022-02-15 08:01:43
Abandoned soldiers, the bar exploded, and by chance they entangled the forces of all parties and fought for the streets and alleys of the small city of Northern Love. The last apartment has a great atmosphere for chasing and killing. Would it be more enjoyable if the plot is biased towards action scenes? War is nothing more than rich cunt tell fat cunt to kill poor cunt, little soldier but piece of meat
Elyse 2022-04-23 07:03:10
A row of recruits intervened in a national conflict in Northern Ireland. The commander's misjudgment of the situation led to soldiers being lost and killed in the riot. The most ironic thing is that the rookie recruits who were loyal to the country but did not understand the local situation were used as stepping stones , a bargaining chip in the political game. Hook resigned from the army in anger because of the lack of appeal.
Eamon: I'm not going to lie to you.
[pauses for several seconds]
Eamon: This is going to hurt like a fucker.
Captain Sandy Browning: [as the lieutanant and corporal barge into his office] Not now, Lieutenant, we're busy.
Lt. Armitage: I wondered if we could help with...
Captain Sandy Browning: [firmly] We are busy, Lieutenant.
Lt. Armitage: I do understand that, sir.
Corporal: [abruptly] Why aren't you out there lookin' for him?
Captain Sandy Browning: What?
Corporal: Why aren't you out there lookin' for him?
Captain Sandy Browning: Who?
Corporal: Hook. Private Hook. You probably know where they're taking...
Captain Sandy Browning: [shouts suddenly and gets up from the desk] Don't you fuckin' dare! I'm your fucking senior officer! Stand up straight!
[glares at the corporal and then says quietly to Armitage]
Captain Sandy Browning: You need to learn to control your men, Lieutenant. I am not here to clean up your fucking mistakes. Your men, your fucking responsibility, not mine.
Captain Sandy Browning, Lt. Armitage: [nervously] I'm asking for your help.
Captain Sandy Browning: [tosses Hook's dog tags to him] There you go. There's my help.
Lt. Armitage: Is he dead?
Captain Sandy Browning: We do not know. The situation is confused, to say the least. Now if you do not mind, we have work to do. Off you go.