Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Mission school on the reservation.
Ah, real problem's the inner ear. It's anvils and stirrups and shit.
Give it a rest, Henderson.
Monument Valley is a beautiful place. It's peaceful.
I think about you more and more. If you're alive or dead out there.
I say again, Carson Red, Arizona.
And I did.
They told us to hold the position!
I check the mail every day, knowing there's going to be an answer.
Shit! Damn.
Go ahead, try again.
And what about Kit Carson, and what they did to the Navajo in the Long Walk?
Your job is to keep him alive so he can do his job.
Send that to Nellie's wife.
Fire!
Pretty tough, sir.
Hey, looks like we got a coupla seats opening up. You wanna come join us?
We got nothin', Enders! We're out of ammo!
you make sure that my wife gets this.
Cut me in.
My hand!
- What, are you mad at me? - Just want your money.
Hold this.
There's plenty of dollies outside of Rhode Island, Nell. Many plenty.
And for that, they gave me the Silver Star.
- Harri? - You ain't gettin' rid of me that easy.
Helmet goes on your head! Corpsman!
He wondered about cowboys watching Indians' backs.
If anything should happen to me,
I hope my side of the bed didn't get taken up Saturday night.
Shit!
Do it, Joe.
Under no circumstances can you allow your codetalker to fall into enemy hands.
The Viking wants to see you.
I haven't thought much about it since I was a kid.
Yeah.
You don't even joke about shit like that.
See, I know you people.
Goddamn! Must be hell on your gal!
And you made a hell of a stand on the Solomons.
Now they want us to go over and check it out.
Raise your right hand.
He reminded me of you - but cuter.
Yeah. Listen, I'm Pete Henderson.
It's that uniform.
Sorry. You can have mine.
Whitehorse.
Of course. Navajo. Towering House clan.
What a magical pile of Navajo horseshit. What the hell for?
You're not gonna die.
...but I'm tellin' you, we'll be steppin' into our share of the shit nonetheless.
I need this message decrypted.
It's Yahzee. Ben Yahzee.
That's exactly where I need him to be.
from South Philadelphia.
Begging the colonel's pardon, he's a Navajo, of the Bitter Water People,
2200 hours in jungle hell - what does that make it on the East Coast?