Kilgore: Smell that? You smell that? Lance: What? Kilgore: - TopicsExpress

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