“you smell that? Napalm, son. Nothing else in the world smells like that. I love the smell of napalm in the morning. D’you know, one time we had a hail bomb, for 12 hours. When it was all over I walked up … we didn’t find one of ’em, not one stinking dead body. The smell. You know that, that gasoline smell? The whole hill. Smells like … victory”
Lt. Col. Kilgore, Apocalypse Now
He:Do you smell that?
She:What, the autumn?