[On seeing wild boars running below the Black Hawk]
h2.jpg„Hoot”: Who’s hungry?

[After Hoot cuts in front of him in line for food]
h1.jpgTodd Blackburn: Hey, there’s a line.
Hoot„: I know.
Todd Blackburn: And this ain’t the end of it.
Hoot„: I know.

h3.jpgSteele: Sergeant, what’s the meaning of this?
[Thinking he's talking about the unauthorized pig picking]
Hoot„: Just a little aerial target practice, sir. Didn’t want to leave ‚em behind.
Steele: I’m talking about your weapon, soldier. Now Delta or no-Delta, that’s still a hot weapon. Your safety should be on at all times.
Hoot„: This is my safety, sir.
[He holds up his index finger and bends motions as if squeezing a trigger and then walks off.]
Sanderson: Let it alone, sir. He hasn’t eaten in a few days.

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Hoot„: Y’know what I think? Don’t really matter what I think. Once that first bullet goes past your head, politics and all that shit just goes right out the window.

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Hoot„: Sergeant, you got your men this far. You did it right today. Now you gotta start thinking about getting them out of here.

Hoot„: See you’re thinking. Don’t. Cuz’ Sergeant, you can’t control who gets hit or who doesn’t or who falls out of a chopper or why. It ain’t up to you. It’s just war.

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Hoot„: When I get home people ‚ll ask me, „Hey Hoot, why do ya do it man? Why? Just some war junkie?” Ya know what I’ll say? I won’t say a goddamn word. Why? They won’t understand. They won’t understand why we do it. They won’t understand that it’s about the men next to you, and that’s it. That’s all it is.