Sure you'll see some tank battles. But fighting in desert is very different from fighting in canopy jungle.
I mean 'Nam was a foot soldier's war whereas, uh, this thing should uh, you know, be a piece of cake. I mean I had an M16, Jacko, not an Abrams fucking tank. Me and Charlie, eyeball to eyeball.
That's fuckin' combat. The man in the black pajamas, Dude. Worthy fuckin' adversary.
Who's in pajamas, Walter?
Shut the fuck up, Donny. Where as what we have here, a bunch of fig-eaters, wearing towels on their heads tryin' to find reverse on a Soviet tank. This, this is not a worthy fucking adversary.
What's this day of rest shit?! What's this bullshit, I don't fucking care! It don't matter to Jesus! But you're not fooling me man! You might fool the fucks in the league office, but you don't fool Jesus! It's bush league psych-out stuff! Laughable, man! HA HA! I would've fucked you in the ass Saturday, I'll fuck you in the ass next Wednesday instead! WOOOOO!
You got a date Wednesday, baby!