Head them west. West? Why?

What's that for? Last rope, I almost bit my tongue off.

Go west, young man, go west, and seek fame, fortune, adventure.

Wagons west.

Wagons west.

Wagons west. Hyah!

Little birds touching down at target.

All right. Go. Get him to the humvees.

Doc! Doc Schmid! Come on!

Go, go!

Leave me alone!

Go! Go!

Lead out! Wagons west!

Search and rescue bird on station inserting medics.

Super 62, take up an overhead pattern to provide sniper cover. Over. This is Super 65.

Now go, and go quickly.

You should head west.

Move, move!

Go along, Pierre, go for a walk.

Please go away, go with the others.

Know much?

If we turn west to meet Pompey...

No matter.

All systems go!

Go, sit... Go sit down

Grenade!

You all right? You okay? Yeah.

We just lost the initiative. 25, this is 64.

Rangers?

Go!

Aye. Go.

Boo! Scat!

Go along.

Get along.

Go ahead.

Go.

Beat it!

Ride the horses west, hard as you can.

But as I tracked 'em west it got cold.

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We should be leaving soon. All right, we need to move out now! I'll finish loading the prisoners and pick you up at the crash site!