Parker: [firing machine gun] I'm out of .30 Caliber!
Private Jackson: [lining shots] Blessed be the Lord my strength, which teaches my hands to war, and my fingers to fight.
[Fires rifle twice]
Private Jackson: My goodness and my fortress... my high tower and my Deliverer.
Private Jackson: My shield, and he in whom I trust.
[Fires rifle, then to his rifle]
Private Jackson: Here you go baby.
[Fires rifle few more times. Notices a tank has spotted them]
Private Jackson: Parker, get down!