Porridge

Kilgore: Smell that? You smell that?
Lance: What?
Kilgore: Porridge son. Nothing else in the world smells like that.
[Kilgore kneels]
Kilgore: I love the smell of porridge in the morning. You know, one time we had a hill bombed, for 12 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 porridge smell, the whole hill. Smelled like victory.
Someday this war's gonna end...