Colonel.
Rambo, been looking forward to meeting you.
How was your trip? No problems?
No.
Except for the damned heat, right?
I've never felt anything like it.
Come on in,
let's get down to business.
I was glancing over your files.
Makes pretty interesting reading.
Rambo, John J., born 07-06-47, Bowie,
Arizona, of Indian-German descent.
That's a helluva combination.
Joined the army 08-06-64,
accepted special forces,
specialization: Light weapons.
Cross-trained as medic.
Helicopter and language qualified.
59 confirmed kills, 2 silver stars,
4 bronze, 4 Purple Hearts,
Distinguished Service Cross,
Medal of Honor.
You got around, didn't you?
Incredible.
You're probably aware there's almost
2,500 Americans still MIA in SE Asia.
Most are presumed dead, but for the
families, Congress and many Americans
it's still an emotional issue.
Give me something cold, please!
Rambo, you certainly don't know
as much about me as I do you.
I've honched with the 2nd Battalion,
3rd Marines, in Kon Tum in '66.
I lost a lot of good men,
so I know what you and every Vet feels.
Maybe the government and certain
segments of the population didn't care,
- But my committee cares.
- It needs proof that Americans are there.
Then we'll get 'em back.
If there are any of our men at the POW
target camp, you're to take photos.
Photographs?
Just photographs. Under no circumstances
are you to engage the enemy.
I'm supposed to leave them there?
I repeat:
Do not engage the enemy!
The assault team led by Colonel Trautman
will handle the extraction.
Anyway, I'd just like to say
that with your participation,
this mission has a better than
average chance of succeeding.
I'll meet you both
in the operations center in one hour.
From Thailand across Laos
into the mountains of Vietnam.
You'll be flying a ceiling
of 250 feet when you bail out.
- Think you can handle it?
- I'll try.
Since you're going in solo, you'll have
to take more equipment than ever before.
And use it!
Don't try the blood-and-guts routine.
Let technology do most of the work.
Forget the war. Remember the mission.
The old Vietnam is dead.
Sir, I'm alive,
so it's still alive, isn't it?
You may find this hard
to believe, but all this is for you.
Impressed?
You'll get every modern piece of
equipment we have to ensure your safety.
You can feel totally safe because we
have the world's most advanced weapons.
I've always believed that the
mind's the best weapon.
Times change.
For some people.
Don't let me interrupt.
Upon insertion
call in to base camp on Transat.
Then proceed to rendezvous with your
ground contact, indigenous agent Co Bao.
Is he listening?
Indigenous agent Co Bao.
Colonel!
Are you sure he's not unbalanced?
We can't afford anyone in this mission who
might crack under pressure in that hell.
Pressure?
Rambo is the best combat Vet
I've ever seen.
A pure fighting machine with only
a desire to win a war someone else lost.
If winning means he has to die,
he'll die. No fear, no regrets.
And one more thing:
What you call "hell", he calls home.
Stand by! Start A.P.U.!
D minus 20.
D minus 5.
You've got 36 hours to get in and out.
So don't stop to smell the roses, okay?
If you run into trouble, try to get
to the hilltop extraction site.
- Good luck, son.
- Thanks.
Ready to roll.
Murdock said he'd been
with the 2nd Battalion in Kon Tum '66.
The 2nd Battalion was at Kud Sank.
You're the only one that I trust.
- Think he'll find someone?
- POWs? Doubtful.
But there are people to satisfy,
questions that have to be answered.
- You don't sound too emotional about it.
- It wasn't my war, Colonel.
I'm here to clean up the mess.
K- Wok 2-5 is raft.
They're holding timeline.
Affirmative, Wolf Den. Over.
We're back in the badlands, my man.
Stand by your position!
- Insertion in 15 seconds.
- Partytime!
5 seconds.
- What's happening?
- He's hung up!
He'll be torn apart!
- He's hung up!
- What