Napalm
You smell that? Do you smell that? 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. 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
Kilgore, Apocalypse Now
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