You smell that

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 suddenly walks off