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I love the smell of napalm in the morning. You know, one time we had a hill bombed for twelve hours. When it was all over I walked up. We didn't find one of them, not one stinkin' body. The smell, you know that gasoline smell, the whole hill. It smelled like… victory.
Kilgore, Apocalypse now 1979