Every time they get a fire mission into the valley, they'll swing those fucking guns over our heads.

"Take a hike," he said, "or I'll shoot you with your own fucking gun."

When the round detonated something was going to happen to the fucking gun.

Place looks like it was torn apart by a fucking anti-tank gun.

Now, will you put the fucking gun down.

Only thing you can draw from now on is a fucking gun, because that's all you got left.

"And why are they pointing all those fucking guns at us?"

"My God," somebody was still shrieking, "he had a fucking gun."