Madam, you are being heinously bamboozled by these lick spittle toadies you surround yourselves with. Lt. Col. Kilgore: They were going to make me a major for this, and I wasn't even in their fucking army anymore.
I felt like he was up there waiting for me to take the pain away. Benjamin Willard: Part of me was afraid of what I would find and what I would do when I got there.
But the thing I felt the most, much stronger than fear, was the desire to confront him. Photo Journalist: One through nine, no maybes, no supposes, no fractions.
We cut 'em in half with a machine gun and give 'em a Band-Aid. Benjamin Willard: The bullshit piled up so fast in Vietnam, you needed wings to stay above it.
In this war, things get confused out there, power, ideals, the old morality, practical military necessity. Because there's a conflict in every human heart, between the rational and the irrational, between good and evil.
Sometimes, the dark side overcomes what Lincoln called the better angels of our nature. Benjamin Willard: The First of the Ninth was an old cavalry division that traded in their horses for helicopters and went teargassing around 'Nam looking for the shit...
Agent: Terminate... with extreme prejudice. Colonel: Your mission is to proceed up the Sung River in a Navy patrol boat.
Lt. Col. Kilgore: I love the smell of napalm in the morning. Lt. Col. Kilgore: Any man brave enough to fight wit his guts strapped to him can drink from my canteen any day.
Kilgore's Machine-Gunner: Like a mean motherfucker sir! Benjamin Willard: I wanted a mission and for my sins they gave me one.
You are an errand boy sent by grocery clerks to collect a bill. Lt. Carlson: You're in the asshole of the world Captain.
You're an errand boy, sent by grocery clerks, to collect a bill. Benjamin Willard: I was given a mission...and for my sins they gave me one.
Colonel Kurtz: You have to have men who are moral... and at the same time who are able to utilize their primordial instincts to kill without feeling... without passion... without judgment... without judgment! Lt. Col. Kilgore: I love the smell of napalm in the morning.
Each time I look around the walls move in a little tighter... Pig after pig, cow after cow, village after village, army after army... and they call me an assassin.
Lt. Col. Kilgore: I am beyond their timed, lying morality. Lt. Col. Kilgore: I am beyond their timid lying morality, and so I am beyond caring.
Colonel Kurtz: We train young men to drop fire on people, but their commanders won' t allow them to write 'fuck' on their airplanes because it's obscene! Colonel Kurtz: You're an Erin Boy.... Sent By Grocery Clerks.... To Collect The Bill...