Steve Railsback: Sgt. Mike Nickerson

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Sgt. Mike Nickerson

Sgt. Mike Nickerson: What do you think a Viet-Cong looks like? Think they wear a uniform? They don't look any different than anybody else over there.

Sgt. Mike Nickerson: He's a very interesting guy.
Martha Wayne: You think so?
Sgt. Mike Nickerson: Yeah, he's been through it.
Martha Wayne: My mother couldn't stand him. Neither could either of his other two wives.
Sgt. Mike Nickerson: Well, hell, I wouldn't want to be married to him.

Harry Wayne: I don't think these Cong, these North Vietnamese - or whatever the hell they are - have the guts the Japs did.
Bill Schmidt: Whatever the hell they are, they keep on fighting.
Tony Rodriguez: Over there, you don't know who your friend is, and who isn't. There's no side but your own.
Bill Schmidt: So in the end, it's easier to shoot everybody.
Harry Wayne: Bill doesn't believe in fighting. Kid, you should have gotten yourself a job in a hospital patching up guys who had the guts to get shot at.
Bill Schmidt: I got shot at. By an old man. Civilian. He was scared to death.
Harry Wayne: You shoot back?
Bill Schmidt: Sure. Over his head.
Sgt. Mike Nickerson: Tsk tsk. Might have hurt him.

Sgt. Mike Nickerson: Oh, you got it safe here. You don't know - till you've been there, till you've been shot at. What would you do, lie back and take it? Till you've gone to a village, handin' out candy bars to the kids - and then you've seen your best buddy's legs blown off by a mine. Because the people you gave the candy bars to, forget to tell ya Charlie was in town!
Martha Wayne: That happened?
Sgt. Mike Nickerson: It happened.

Tony Rodriguez: "Racial difference?" Isn't that illegal?
Harry Wayne: No, they can't play because they're too small, not because they're Puerto Rican. Some people are just naturally smaller than others, like Orientals...
Tony Rodriguez: I ain't no goddamn slopehead!
Sgt. Mike Nickerson: Cool it, Tony.
Harry Wayne: It's just an example, for Christ's sake.