Flaming Sunrise

LtCol Kilgore: Smell that? Do you smell that?
Lance: What!?
LtCol Kilgore: 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 twelve hours, and when it was all over I walked up. We didn't find one of 'em, not one stinking dink body. And the smell, you know, that gasoline smell? Oh hell! Smells like... Victory... Someday this war's gonna end.