Parker: [firing machine gun] I'm out of .30 Caliber!
Private Jackson: [lining shots] Bleesed be the Lord my strength, which teaches my hands to the war, and my fingers to fight.
[fires rifle twice]
Private Jackson: My goodness and my fortress... my high tower and my Deliverer.
[fires rifle]
Private Jackson: My shield, and he in whom I trust
Private Jackson: [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!
[the tank fires at the bell tower killing both Parker and Jackson]