Your DD 1348 forms are not filled out correctly. Yes, sir. We're going to approach this...

Maj. Malcolm A. Powers:
Your DD 1348 forms are not filled out correctly.
Choozoo:
Yes, sir.
Maj. Malcolm A. Powers:
We're going to approach this exercise in an orderly proficiant manner, Sergeant Major. I want each round of ammunition counted and returned in the exact condition in which it was received.
Choozoo:
I'll personally dot the I's and cross the T's, sir.
Maj. Malcolm A. Powers:
Sloppiness breeds inefficiency.
[Ring and Highway approach]

Maj. Malcolm A. Powers:
Your outfit looks like it could use some cleaning up, Gunny.
Highway:
Sir, I'd like to issued my squad leader a set of night vision goggles.
Lieutenant M.R. Ring:
Darn, I should have thought of that.
Maj. Malcolm A. Powers:
That is not part of your TO&E.
Highway:
But, sir, I...
Maj. Malcolm A. Powers:
Fill out the proper request forms and send it through the chain of command!
Highway:
Request forms!
Maj. Malcolm A. Powers:
[Colonel gets out of car]
Atten-shun! Major Malcom Powers, sir. Annapolis class of '71.
Colonel Meyers:
How are men doing, Major?
Maj. Malcolm A. Powers:
My men are ready to fight to the death to defend our country, sir.
Colonel Meyers:
Well, let's hope that won't be necessary.
[Looks at Highway]

Colonel Meyers:
Have we ever served together?
Highway:
I don't know, sir. Sergeant Major Choozoo and I were in the 2nd Battalion and 7th in '68.
Colonel Meyers:
I had a rifle company in the 1st Battalion and 7th in '68.
Highway:
Well, we sure as hell chewed some of the same dirt, sir.
Colonel Meyers:
That's for sure. What's your assessment of this exercise?
Highway:
It's a cluster fuck.
Colonel Meyers:
Say again?
Highway:
Marines are fighting men, sir. They shouldn't be sitting around on their sorry asses filling out request forms for equipment they should already have.
Colonel Meyers:
Interesting observation. Carry on, Major.
PA Announcer:
Now hear this. Now hear this.
Maj. Malcolm A. Powers:
This is it. We're going to war.

Yes, sir. I want you to be sure that each round of ammo... ...is counted and returned in the same way it was received. - I'll personally dot the i's and cross the t's. - Sloppiness breeds inefficiency. Your outfit could use some cleaning up, Gunney. Sir, I want to issue my squad leader some night vision glasses. - I should've thought of that. - That is not part of your TO&E. I thought it might... Fill out the proper request forms and send it through the chain of command. Request forms? Attention! At ease, men. Major Malcolm Powers, sir. Annapolis, Class of '71. How are your men doing, Major? My men are ready to fight to the death to protect our country, sir. Let's hope that won't be necessary. Have we ever served together? I don't know, sir. Sergeant Major Choozoo and I... ... were in the 2nd Battalion in the 7th in 1968. I had a rifle company in 1st Battalion, 7th. We sure as hell chewed some of the same dirt, sir. That's for sure. What's your assessment of this alert? It's a cluster fuck. Say again? Marines are fighting men, sir, they shouldn't be sitting on their asses... ...filling out forms for equipment they should already have. Interesting observation, Gunney. Carry on, Major. Now hear this. Now hear this. This is it. We're going to war. This has been an emergency deployment readiness exercise. We are standing down. The alert is cancelled. Damn it. Maybe next time, sir. You heard him. Move it out. Aponte. Oh, him. Where is he? What's wrong with you? Nobody goes over the hill on me. If you didn't have those stripes, I'd kick your ass around the block! Yes, but since I'm not into violence... ...I'll refrain from kicking your ass at this particular time. I'll give you a rebate on your life. Besides, who the hell is Aponte? He ain't heavy and he sure the hell ain't my brother. Gunney Highway. That's right. Gunney Highway. Come in. I'm sorry, but I had to tell him. This is my wife, Sara. Clean that up a little, honey. Gunney, I filled out all the forms there are. What the Corps could give just isn't enough for the family. So I took a job. - You got a job? - Yes. - You want out of the Marines? - No! No way. Then we're going to have to cut through all the red tape B.S., aren't we? - Yes, we are. - Knock it off. Here. Here's a special fund. Gunnery sergeants only. Don't worry, you can pay it back. - Here. You better take him. Jesus Christ. - Thank you. - What are you smiling at? - I always knew you were Santa Claus. You pull another suckhead play like that... ...the only thing that will beat you to the brig is an ambulance. Yes, sir, Gunnery Sergeant Highway, sir.