Sir, we know why you’re out here. God knows, I agree with you. But like you, I swore to defend this country against all enemies, foreign, sir… and domestic. General, we’ve spilled the same blood in the same mud. And you know god damn well I can’t give that order.
You men following the General: you’re under oath as United States Marines, have you forgotten that? We all have shipmates we remember, some of them were shit on and pissed on by the Pentagon. But that doesn’t give you the right to mutiny!
Make no mistake, gentlemen. We are in the fight of our lives, against one of the greatest battalion commanders of the Vietnam War, I shit you not.
Thank you very fucking much Mr. Mason, you’ve led us into a room with no exit.
A night time air-drop incursion is out, due to the full moon. Likewise a frontal seaside attack. If we’re compromised and shots are fired, Hummel might launch. Our only alternative is an attack from within the prison. We’ll penetrate the island through the tunnels under the prison buildings undetected and emerge in its center. That way we can jump the Marines from behind, and, if we’re lucky, take the rocket positions without a shot fired.
They’re useless. Alcatraz has been ripped up and rebuilt for years. Underneath is a maze of shit.
