If you read the book, Black Hawk Down, a group of troopers was pinned in a house, having got the sh!t shot out of them, awaiting relief, that might not come in time, while all the Skinnys in the World were still shooting, badly, at the windows.
One trooper made the same quip, and everyone there roared with laughter, knowing it just might be the last time they laughed. We're pinned in a house, called the Constitution, and the Rules of Engagement say that we can't shoot back. I'm here in Portland. And, Trump, our relief, is very high, and very far away.
It's sickening to know that, too soon, a whole lot of treasonous Democrats are going to meet their 144 Virgins, smugly convinced that they will find a Socialist Utopia.
I never was to into Hollywood & movies to be honest.