Vietnamese Thiền

A Promised Rose Garden (2013)

Actors: Matthias Vom Schemm (writer), Heike Gnida (editor), Jonas Gervink (composer), Lynn Femme (actress), Lisa Violetta Gaß (director), Max Hüttermann (producer), Bac Ngan Hoang (actor), Anh Duc Nguyen (actor), Linh Tran Thuy (actor), Thi Minh Tam Do (actor),

Genres: Drama, Short,

Amerika (1996)

Actors: Ezard Haußmann (actor), Dieter Schleip (composer), Dieter Ulrich Aselmann (producer), Klaus-Jürgen Steinmann (actor), Reinhold Elschot (editor), Michael Kind (actor), Horst Krause (actor), Sophie von Kessel (actress), Gudrun Okras (actress), Andreas Herzog (editor), Matthias Zelic (actor), Hagen Müller-Stahl (actor), Helene Hohensee (costume designer), Harald Maack (actor), Dieter Okras (actor),

Genres: Drama,

The Siege of Firebase Gloria (1989)

Actors: Charles W. Fries (producer), Wings Hauser (actor), Brian Trenchard-Smith (miscellaneous crew), R. Lee Ermey (miscellaneous crew), Antony I. Ginnane (producer), Shamaine Buencamino (miscellaneous crew), Nick Nicholson (actor), R. Lee Ermey (actor), Brian Trenchard-Smith (director), Henry Strzalkowski (actor), Robert Arevalo (actor), Clyde Jones (actor), Gary Hershberger (actor), John Calvin (actor), Albert Popwell (actor),

Plot: The film's thin veneer of social propriety (the story of how the VietCong came under Hanoi's control) is merely a cover for a rolicking old-time battle tale, complete with a hard-tack sergeant, his rebellious sidekick, and a demoralized base that needs to be whipped into shape before the VietCong attack.

Keywords: assault, battle, bayonet, corpse, dead-children, death, disembodied-head, embassy, executing-the-wounded, field-hospital
Genres: Action, Drama, War,
Taglines: Against all odds they went to hell and back.

Quotes:

Hafner: Crap's gonna hit the fan Jones, and this place ain't prepared for shit!::Jones: This firebase can't be defended.::Hafner: How many men you got out there that ain't brain dead?::Jones: I've got nobody willing to trip over his own guts for the Vietnamese way of life.::Hafner: I got no delusions about you or your men's democracy Jones. We are gonna refortify this shit hole and protect it like it was your daughter's cherry. I ain't gonna die here.

[Jones watches DiNardo's men shoot wounded Viet Cong]::Jones: Jesus Christ, they're killing wounded!::DiNardo: Don't tell me you feel sorry for them sergeant.::Jones: There're soldiers just like us, wounded!::[a wounded Viet Cong is shot trying to crawl away]::DiNardo: Yes!::Jones: You having a good time? You're fucking crazy you know that? You're really digging this shit! What were you back home? A rapist?::DiNardo: Oh, no. I was just another dumb ass like you.

Cao Van: The courage of your enemies does you honor.

Captain Flanagan: Alright Mr. Commanding Officer, where's the medevac? I've got eight people that are gonna die within the hour, we're running out of morphine, and where are the supplies I ordered?::Hafner: Now you listen to me Flanagan and you listen good! The communications bunker is history! We are on our own. There will be no re-supply. So you tighten up and make do with what you've got. You're a captain? Be a goddamn captain!

Cao Van: Well, that was another perfect example of how to waste ammunition. Your mortar crews couldn't hit my old grandmother in the ass at two paces! I want better next time. Much better!

Hafner: I'd like to know where these needle-dick dinks are getting new AK forty-fucking 7's at.

Pilot: There's a cease-fire. Can't you tell?::Capt. A.J. 'Bugs' Moran: Yeah. We cease, they fire.

Capt. A.J. 'Bugs' Moran: Six-one-two, this is six. Thirty-second pass over the canopy. Let's burn Charlie's ass. Gunners on your left, you'll notice targets of opportunity. Please fire at will, and thank you for flying Moran Airlines.

Capt. A.J. 'Bugs' Moran: Six-one-two, this is six. Let them know who we are on the way out::Pilot: Six, this is six-one. I got some rockets left.::Capt. A.J. 'Bugs' Moran: We don't get paid for bringing them home. Leave me some widows behind.

Hafner: [Sgt. Hafner carries two severed American heads] Anyone know who these belong to? This is Corporal Miller. He's dead. Hell, the whole gun crew's dead. And to add insult to injury, Charlie took the fifty-fucking caliber machine gun with him. I don't have any respect for Corporal Miller anymore, because he allowed his troops to relax. They let their guard down for five fucking minutes, and Charlie took advantage of it. Look at 'em, Goddammit! Pay attention. Stay alert! Stay alive! It's as simple as that!