Kilgore:Smell that? You smell that? Lance:What? Kilgore:Napalm, son. Nothing else in the world smells like that. [kneels] Kilgore:I love the smell of napalm in the morning. You know, one time we had a hill bombed, for 12 hours. When it was all over, I walked up. We didn't find one of 'em, not one stinkin' dink body. The smell, you know that gasoline smell, the whole hill. Smelled like [sniffing, pondering] Kilgore:victory. Someday this war's gonna end... [suddenly walks off]|