December 8, 2006

• "You smell that?  Do you smell that?...Napalm, son.  Nothing else in the world smells like that.  I love the smell of napalm in the morning.  You know, one time we had a hill bombed, for twelve hours.  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.  Smelled like - victory."

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