Napalm, son. Nothing else in the world smells like that. 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… victory!

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