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[weakly mutters something after being mortally wounded]

Private Ryan: [leans in closer] What, sir?

Captain Miller: James, earn this... earn it.

Captain Miller: He improve be worth it. He meliorate go domicile and cure a disease, or invent a longer-lasting light bulb.

Captain Miller: I'g a schoolteacher. I teach English composition... in this picayune boondocks called Adley, Pennsylvania. The last eleven years, I've been at Thomas Alva Edison High School. I was a coach of the baseball team in the springtime. Back home, I tell people what I practise for a living and they think well, now that figures. But over here, it's a large, a big mystery. And then, I guess I've changed some. Sometimes I wonder if I've changed so much my wife is even going to recognize me, whenever information technology is that I get back to her. And how I'll e'er be able to tell her near days like today. Ah, Ryan. I don't know anything about Ryan. I don't intendance. The homo ways zip to me. It's just a name. But if... You know if going to Rumelle and finding him and then that he can get home. If that earns me the correct to become back to my wife, so that's my mission.

[to Private Reiben]

Captain Miller: You want to get out? You want to go off and fight the state of war? All right. All right. I won't stop you. I'll even put in the paperwork. I just know that every man I kill the farther abroad from dwelling I feel.

[Being told he tin go domicile]

Private Ryan: Hell, these guys deserve to go home as much as I do. They've fought just as difficult.

Captain Miller: Is that what I'1000 supposed to tell your female parent when she gets some other folded American flag?

Individual Ryan: Yous can tell her that when you establish me, I was with the only brothers I had left. And that in that location was no way I was deserting them. I think she'd understand that.

Gen. George C. Marshall: My dearest Mrs Ryan: It'due south with the most profound sense of joy that I write to inform you your son, Private James Ryan, is well and, at this very moment, on his way home from European battlefields. Reports from the forepart indicate James did his duty in gainsay with great courage and steadfast dedication, fifty-fifty subsequently he was informed of the tragic loss your family has suffered in this great campaign to rid the earth of tyranny and oppresion. I take keen pleasure in joining the Secretary of War, the men and women of the U.Southward. Ground forces, and the citizens of a grateful nation in wishing y'all good health and many years of happiness with James at your side. Naught, not even the safe render of a honey son, tin can compensate you, or the thousands of other American families, who have suffered great loss in this tragic war. I might share with you some words which have sustained me through long, dark nights of peril, loss, and heartache. And I quote: "I pray that our Heavenly Begetter may assuage the anguish of your bereavement, and get out you only the cherished memory of the loved and lost, and the solemn pride that must be yours to take laid so costly a cede upon the change of freedom." -Abraham Lincoln. Yours very sincerely and respectfully, George C. Marshall, General, Chief of Staff.

Parker: [firing machine gun] I'm out of .30 Quotient!

Individual Jackson: [lining shots] Blessed exist 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.

[Fires rifle]

Individual Jackson: My shield, and he in whom I trust.

[Fires burglarize, so to his burglarize]

Private Jackson: Here you go baby.

[Fires rifle few more times. Notices a tank has spotted them]

Private Jackson: Parker, get down!

Sergeant Horvath: I don't know. Office of me thinks the kid's correct. He asks what he's done to deserve this. He wants to stay here, fine. Let's leave him and go home. Only then another part of me thinks, what if past some phenomenon we stay, then actually make it out of here. Someday nosotros might look back on this and determine that saving Private Ryan was the one decent thing we were able to pull out of this whole godawful, shitty mess. Like you said, Captain, maybe we do that, we all earn the right to go home.

Private Jackson: Sir... I have an opinion on this matter.

Captain Miller: Well, past all means, share it with the team.

Individual Jackson: Well, from my way of thinking, sir, this entire mission is a serious misallocation of valuable war machine resource.

Captain Miller: Yeah. Go along.

Private Jackson: Well, it seems to me, sir, that God gave me a special gift, made me a fine musical instrument of warfare.

Captain Miller: Reiben, pay attention. Now, this is the way to gripe. Proceed, Jackson.

Private Jackson: Well, what I hateful past that, sir, is... if you was to put me and this here sniper burglarize anywhere up to and including one mile of Adolf Hitler with a clear line of sight, sir... pack your numberless, fellas, state of war's over. Amen.

Individual Reiben: Oh, that's brilliant, bumpkin. Hey, so, Captain, what well-nigh you? I mean, you lot don't gripe at all?

Captain Miller: I don't gripe to *yous*, Reiben. I'm a captain. At that place's a chain of command. Gripes become upwards, not downwardly. Ever upwardly. Y'all gripe to me, I gripe to my superior officeholder, and then on, and so on, and then on. I don't gripe to you. I don't gripe in front of y'all. You should know that as a Ranger.

Private Reiben: I'm sorry, sir, but uh... let's say you weren't a captain, or peradventure I was a major. What would yous say then?

Captain Miller: Well, in that case... I'd say, "This is an fantabulous mission, sir, with an extremely valuable objective, sir, worthy of my best efforts, sir. Moreover... I feel heartfelt sorrow for the mother of Individual James Ryan and am willing to lay down my life and the lives of my men - peculiarly you, Reiben - to ease her suffering."

Mellish: [chuckles] He's good.

Private Caparzo: I love him.

[they make mocking kissy-faces at each other]

Captain Miller: Yous see, when... when you stop upwardly killing ane of your men, yous see, y'all tell yourself information technology happened so you could salve the lives of two or three or ten others. Maybe a hundred others. Do you know how many men I've lost under my control?

Sergeant Horvath: How many?

Captain Miller: 90-four. Just that ways I've saved the lives of x times that many, doesn't it? Possibly fifty-fifty 20, correct? 20 times as many? And that's how uncomplicated information technology is. That'southward how you... that'due south how you lot rationalize making the choice between the mission and the homo.

Captain Miller: Well when I call up of dwelling house, I... I think of something specific. I recollect of my, my hammock in the backyard or my wife pruning the rosebushes in a pair of my sometime work gloves.

Individual Ryan: This, this ane night, two of my brothers came and woke me up in the center of the night. And they said they had a surprise for me. So they took me to the barn upwards in the loft and there was my oldest brother, Dan, with Alice, Alice Jardine. I hateful, picture a daughter who just took a nosedive from the ugly tree and hit every co-operative coming down. And... and Dan'south got his shirt off and he'due south working on this bra and he's tryin to get it off and all of a sudden Shawn just screams out, "Danny you're a young man, don't do it!" And so Alice Jardine hears this and she screams and she jumps upwards and she tries to get running out of the barn merely she's notwithstanding got this shirt over her head. She goes running right into the wall and knocks herself out. And so at present Danny'southward just and then mad at united states of america. He, he starts coming after the states, merely... merely at the same time Alice is over in that location unconscious. He'due south gotta wa... , wake her up. So he grabs her by a leg and he'southward drag, dragging her. At the aforementioned time he picks up a shovel. And he'due south going afterwards Shawn, and Shawn's saying, "What are you trying to hit me for? I simply did you a favor!" And so this makes Dan more angry. He tries to swing this affair, he looses the shovel, goes outta his grasp and hits a kerosene lantern; the thing explodes, the whole barn almost goes upward because of this thing. That was it. That was the final, that was, Dan went off to basic the next day. That was the last night the four of us were together. That was ii years agone. Tell me about your wife and those rosebushes?

Captain Miller: No, no that one I salvage just for me.

Medic Wade: Nosotros stopped the bleeding! We stopped the bleeding!

[a bullet hits the patient in the head]

Medic Wade: Fuck! Just give united states a fucking adventure you lot son of a bowwow! You son of a fucking cocksucker!

Medic Wade: Just thing is, sometimes she'd come dwelling house early on, and I'd pretend to exist asleep

Mellish: Who, your mom?

Medic Wade: Yeah. She'd stand up in the doorway looking at me... and I'd but keep my optics shut. And I knew she just wanted to find out about my twenty-four hours - that she came domicile early... only to talk to me. And I all the same wouldn't move... I'd still pretend to just be asleep. I don't know why I did that.

Gen. George C. Marshall: I have a letter hither, written a long time ago, to a Mrs. Bixby in Boston. So bear with me. "Love Madam: I take been shown in the files of the State of war Department a argument of the Adjutant-General of Massachusetts that you are the mother of 5 sons who accept died gloriously on the field of battle. I experience how weak and fruitless must be whatsoever words of mine which should attempt to beguile you from the grief of a loss so overwhelming. Simply I cannot refrain from tendering to you the consolation that may be found in the thanks of the Republic they died to save. I pray that our heavenly Father may assuage the anguish of your bereavement, and go out you just the cherished memory of the loved and lost, and the solemn pride that must be yours to have laid so costly a sacrifice upon the altar of freedom. Yours very sincerely and respectfully, Abraham Lincoln."

Sometime James Ryan: [Last lines, addressing Capt. Miller'due south grave] My family unit is with me today. They wanted to come with me. To exist honest with you, I wasn't sure how I'd feel coming back here. Every twenty-four hours I think about what you said to me that day on the bridge. I tried to live my life the best that I could. I hope that was enough. I hope that, at to the lowest degree in your optics, I've earned what all of you have done for me.

Ryan'southward Wife: James?...

[looking at headstone]

Ryan'south Wife: Captain John H Miller.

Erstwhile James Ryan: Tell me I have led a good life.

Ryan's Wife: What?

Old James Ryan: Tell me I'm a practiced man.

Ryan'due south Wife: You *are*.

[Walks away]

Old James Ryan: [Stands back and salutes]

Private Ryan: Picture a daughter who took a nosedive from the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way downward.

Private Reiben: What's the saying? "If God'south on our side, who the hell could be on theirs?"

Upham: "If God is for united states of america, who could exist against us?"

Private Reiben: Yeah, what'd I say?

Private Reiben: [shouts at Private Ryan] Hey asshole! Two of our guys died trying to find yous, all right?

Individual Reiben: Y'all wanna explain the math of this to me? I mean, where's the sense of riskin' the lives of the viii of united states to save 1 guy?

Captain Miller: 20 degrees. Anybody wanna answer that?

Medic Wade: Reiben, call up about the poor bastard's mother.

Individual Reiben: Hey, Doc, I got a mother, all right? I hateful, you got a mother. Sarge'southward got a mother. I hateful, shit, I bet even the helm'due south got a female parent.

[he turns and looks at Miller, who has a bemused expression on his face]

Private Reiben: Well, maybe non the helm, only the rest of us got mothers.

Upham: "Theirs not to reason why, theirs but to do and dice."

Mellish: La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la. What the fuck is that supposed to mean, Corporal, huh? We're all supposed to die, is that it?

Helm Miller: Upham's talking about our duty as soldiers.

Upham: Aye, sir.

Captain Miller: Nosotros all have orders, and nosotros have to follow 'em. That supersedes everything, including your mothers.

Upham: Yeah, sir. Cheers sir.

Private Reiben: Even if y'all think the mission'south FUBAR, sir?

Captain Miller: *Peculiarly* if you think the mission'due south FUBAR.

[talking about how to disable the tanks]

Captain Miller: You have a standard G.I sock, cram it with equally much Composition B as it tin hold, rig up a unproblematic fuse, then glaze the whole thing with axel grease. Now when you throw it, it should stick. Its a bomb that sticks, its a "glutinous flop". Think of a improve way to knock out the tracks, I'thou all ears.

Private Reiben: This is great, now nosotros gotta surrender our socks.

Private Ryan: [after being told he tin go domicile, to himself] It doesn't make any sense.

[normal voice]

Private Ryan: It doesn't make whatsoever sense, sir. Why? Why do I deserve to go? Why not any of these guys? They all fought just equally difficult as me.

Helm Miller: Is that what they're suppose to tell your mother when they transport her another folded American flag?

Private Ryan: Tell her that when you establish me I was here and I was with the only brothers that I take left and that there was no style I was gonna desert them. I think she'll understand that. There'due south no manner I'm leaving this bridge.

Steamboat Willie: Delight, I similar America! Fancy schmancy! What a sure-fire! Get fly a kite! Cat got your tongue! Hill of beans! Betty Boop, what a dish. Betty Grable, nice gams.

[singing]

Steamboat Willie: I say can you lot see! I say tin you meet! I... I say... Fuck Hitler. Fuck Hitler!

Captain Miller: Caparzo, get that child support at that place!

Private Caparzo: Captain, the decent thing to practice would be take her over to the side by side town.

Captain Miller: We're not here to do the decent thing, we're here to follow fucking orders!

Individual Jackson: I wouldn't venture out there fellas. This sniper'due south got talent.

Private Reiben: Y'all know what that song reminds me of? It reminds me of Mrs. Rachel Troubowitz and what she said to me the day I left for basic.

Mellish: What, don't touch me?

Individual Reiben: No, Mrs. Rachel Troubowitz was our super's wife. She comes into my mom's shop to effort on a few things, all right? And she'due south easily like a uh, a 44 double East. These things are massive. And I've got her convinced that she's like a 42D, all correct. So nosotros're in the dressing room, she'due south trying to clasp into this side cut, silk ribbonned, triple panel girdle with the uh, shelf-lift brassiere and it's beautiful considering she'due south just pouring outta this thing, you know? It'southward beautiful. And she sees me and she tin can tell I got a hard on the size of the statue of liberty, all right? And she says to me, "Richard, calm down." And she says, "Now when you're over there, if y'all see anything that upsets yous, if you lot're ever scared, I want you to shut your eyes and recollect of these. You understand?" Then I said, "Yep, ma'am."

Captain Miller: Private, I'm afraid I have some bad news for ya. Well, there isn't whatever real easy way to say this, so, uh, then I'll just say it. Your brothers are dead. We have, uh, orders to come get you, 'cause y'all're going home.

Pvt. James Frederick, Ryan: [starts sobbing] Oh, my God, my brothers are dead. I was gonna have 'em fishing when we got home. How - How did they die?

Helm Miller: They were killed in action.

Pvt. James Frederick, Ryan: No, that can't exist. They're both - That... That tin't exist. My brothers are still in grammer school.

Helm Miller: You're James Ryan?

Pvt. James Frederick, Ryan: Yep.

Captain Miller: James Francis Ryan from Iowa?

Pvt. James Frederick, Ryan: James Frederick Ryan, Minnesota.

[the whole coiffure looks embarrassed]

Pvt. James Frederick, Ryan: Well, does that - does that hateful my brothers are OK?

Captain Miller: [half-smiles] Aye, I'1000 sure they're fine.

Sergeant Horvath: You lot don't know when to shut upward; y'all don't know HOW to shut upward!

Medic Wade: Actually, the play a trick on to falling asleep is trying to stay awake.

Mellish: How is that, Wade?

Medic Wade: Well, when my mother was an intern, she used to work late through the night... sleep through the twenty-four hours. And so the only time we'd ever get to talk near annihilation is when she'd go home. And so what I... I used to do, I used to lie in my bed and try to stay awake as long as I could, but it never worked 'crusade... 'crusade the harder I'd try, the faster I'd autumn asleep.

Private Reiben: Yep well, that wouldn't take mattered none in my house. My ma, she would've come dwelling house, shook me awake, chatted me up 'til dawn. I swear that woman was never also tired to talk.

Mellish: That was probably the only time she could get a word in.

Helm Miller: This Ryan better be worth information technology. He'd better become home and cure some disease or invent a longer-lasting lightbulb or something. 'Cause the truth is, I wouldn't trade 10 Ryans for one Vecchio or one Caparzo.

Sergeant Horvath: Amen.

[Listening skeptically to German propaganda coming over a loudspeaker]

Captain Miller: "The Statue of Liberty is kaput" - that's disconcerting.

Captain Miller: Y'all and I are taking a squad over to Neuville on a public relations mission.

Sergeant Horvath: What, you lot leading a squad?

Helm Miller: Some private in the 101st lost three brothers and he's got a ticket home.

Sergeant Horvath: How come Neuville?

Captain Miller: Eh, they call up he's upwardly in that location somewhere, part of all those airborne misdrops.

Sergeant Horvath: It's not gonna be easy finding i particular soldier in the centre of this whole goddamn war.

Captain Miller: Like finding a needle in a stack of needles.

Sergeant Horvath: But what nearly the company?

Captain Miller: We take the selection of the litter and the balance become folded into Baker.

Sergeant Horvath: Jesus Christ. They took away your company?

Captain Miller: Wasn't my company, it was the Army's. Then they told me, anyway. Give me Reiben on BAR, Jackson, Wade, Beasley, and Caparzo.

Sergeant Horvath: Beasley'due south dead.

Captain Miller: All right, Mellish then. We got anybody speaks French?

Sergeant Horvath: Not that I know of.

Captain Miller: What about Talbot?

Sergeant Horvath: This morning.

Captain Miller: Oh... all right. I'chiliad gonna attempt to dig up another interpreter. Assemble at battalion motor pool on the beach.

Sergeant Horvath: Yes, sir. Heed up...

Private Caparzo: What are we gonna do?

Sergeant Horvath: What?

Private Caparzo: What are nosotros gonna practise?

Sergeant Horvath: You're goin' home wrapped in an American flag with a hunk of cheese in your ass, Caparzo, you smart-ass! At present listen up...

Private Reiben: I thought you liked information technology in the donkey.

Sergeant Horvath: What?

Private Reiben: I idea you liked it in the ass!

Sergeant Horvath: Stars.

Lieutenant Dewindt: Yeah, Brigadier Full general Amend, deputy commander, 101st. Some fucking genius had the smashing thought of welding a couple of steel plates onto our deck to go along the full general safety from footing fire. Unfortunately, they forgot to tell me about it until we were simply getting airborne. Well, that's like trying to fly a freight railroad train. OK? Gross overload. Trim characteristics all shot to hell. I nearly broke both my arms trying to continue her level. And when- and when we released, you know I cut as hard as I could, tried to proceeds some altitude and nonetheless keep her from stalling. We came down like a fucking shooting star. And that is how nosotros ended up. And the others, they stopped easy enough OK, though, you lot know? We were just-we were simply also damn heavy, y'all know? The grass was wet, downward slope and all. 22 guys expressionless.

Captain Miller: All that for a general?

Lieutenant Dewindt: One man.

Individual Reiben: Lot of that going effectually.

Captain Miller: Keep the sand out of your weapons. Keep those actions clear. I'll run across you lot on the embankment.

[talking about Capt. Miller]

Corporal Upham: Reiben, so you even know where he went to school?

Individual Reiben: Cap'due north didn't go to school, they assembled him at OSC outta spare body parts of dead GIs.

Private Caparzo: You gotta pay attention to detail, I know exactly where he's from and I know exactly what he did 'cuz I pay attention to detail.

Private Jackson: Hey, Upham, careful you don't stride in the bullshit!

Mellish: [to Dagwood DuselDorf] Your begetter was circumcised by my rabbi, you lot prick!

[Miller purposely draws burn]

Sergeant Horvath: Captain, if your mother saw yous do that, she'd be very upset.

Captain Miller: I idea *you lot* were my mother.

Individual Ryan: Uh sir? Where am I to exist during all this?

Helm Miller: No more than 2 feet abroad from me. And that's not negotiable.

Mellish: [as a column of German prisoners passes by] Juden.

[pauses]

Mellish: Juden.

[pauses]

Mellish: Juden!

Mellish: [shows star of David necklace to prisoners] I'1000 Juden, y'all know?

[pauses]

Mellish: Juuuuuuuuuuuuden!

Sergeant Horvath: What are your orders?

Captain Miller: Sergeant, we take crossed some strange boundary here. The world has taken a turn for the surreal.

Sergeant Horvath: Clearly, simply the question still stands.

Captain Miller: I don't know. What exercise you think?

Sergeant Horvath: I don't think you want to know what I think.

Captain Miller: No, Mike, I do.

Sergeant Horvath: Well, part of me thinks the kid'due south right. What has he washed to deserve this? He wants to stay here, fine, allow's get out him and get dwelling.

Captain Miller: Yeah.

Sergeant Horvath: Simply another function of me thinks what if, by some phenomenon, we stay, and actually make it out of here. Someday we might look dorsum on this and decide that saving Private Ryan was one decent thing we were able to pull out of this whole godawful shitty mess. That's what I was thinking, sir. Like you said, Captain, we do that, then we all earn the right to go dorsum home.

Captain Miller: Oh, brother!

[lining up a rifle shot]

Individual Jackson: O my God, I trust in thee: let me not exist ashamed, let not my enemies triumph over me.

[Srgt. Horvath just got shot for the tertiary time]

Captain Miller: Mike, Are you all correct?

Sergeant Horvath: I just got the current of air knocked out of me. I'k fine!

Private: [screaming in agony] THEY'RE KILLING US! AND We DON'T HAVE A FUCKIN' CHANCE AND THAT'South NOT Fair!

Corporal Upham: [Wade lying down, shivering with pain and anguish, after being shot through the stomach] Tell united states of america what to do... tell us how to fix y'all.

Captain Miller: What can we do Wade? Tell u.s.a. what to do.

Medic Wade: [Wade yet shivering] I could use some... I could use a little Morphine.

Captain Miller: [Capt. Miller to Sergeant Horvath] Okay... Requite it to him... Requite it him!

Captain Miller: Go your gear. Let'southward go.

[Reiben stays put]

Sergeant Horvath: You heard him, fix. Your captain only gave you an society.

Private Reiben: Aye, similar the one he gave to take this motorcar gun. That was a real doosey, wasn't it?

[walks over to Miller]

Sergeant Horvath: Soldier, yous are way out of line!

Private Reiben: Aye sir, that was one hell of a call coming to have this nest, but hell, we merely lost i of our guys going for information technology. That'south correct, I hope Mama Ryan's real fuck'northward happy knowing that Picayune Jimmy's life is a little scrap more of import than two of our guys! But then again nosotros haven't found him yet have we? Take we?

Helm Miller: [to the squad while pointing at Caparzo's expressionless body] THIS is why we don't choice up children!

[Arguing about whether or not to attack the radio nest]

Mellish: I'thou but saying, this seems like an unnecessary risk because our objective, sir.

Captain Miller: Our objective is to win the state of war.

Corporal Upham: "War educates the senses, calls into activeness the will, perfects the physical constitution, brings men into such swift and close collision in disquisitional moments that human being measures human."

Captain Miller: I gauge that'south Emerson'southward way of finding the bright side.

Private: [shouting and under intense fire] What's the rallying point?

Captain Miller: Anywhere simply here!

Sergeant Loma: THUNDER!

Private: Flash! Come on in.

Sergeant Colina: Hey guys, we're looking for Captain Hamill.

Individual: He's over down there, somewhere across the square.

Sergeant Hill: Across the square?

Private: Go easy. Spotter for snipers.

Sergeant Horvath: Accept it easy. Sit down.

Sergeant Loma: All right, Jimmy T. Go find Captain Hamill. Bring him in hither.

Jimmy T: What? Up there?

Sergeant Colina: How the hell should I know? Would you simply go look for him, delight? Thank you, you moron. All right. You guys just fleck out hither for a while. Ohh. Allow me get this goddam hitchhiker out of my kicking.

[He sits on a pile of lumber to remove his boot. A larger slice of lumber falls difficult against the stone wall in the background, causing information technology to collapse and reveal a room of hidden German soldiers]

Gen. George C. Marshall: That boy is alive. We are gonna ship somebody to discover him. And nosotros are gonna get him the Hell... outta there.

Individual: [when setting the German soldiers on fire] Don't shoot! LET THEM Burn!

Upham: And then where are you from, Captain? What'd you practice before the state of war?

Captain Miller: What's the pool up to?

Upham: [chuckles] Uh... up over three hundred, sir.

Captain Miller: Well, when it gets up to five hundred, I'll give you the answers and nosotros'll split the money. How about that?

Upham: Well, if that's the manner yous feel sir, so I feel it's my duty and your command to suggest that nosotros wait until it gets up to a 1000, sir.

Helm Miller: [break] What if we don't alive that long?

Upham: [makes a show of considering] Five hundred?

Captain Miller: Five hundred would be proficient, yep. Get some sleep Corporal.

Upham: Yes, sir.

Captain Miller: We are not hither to do a decent thing, nosotros are here to follow fuckin' orders!

Mellish: [shouting] Upham! Upham! Ammo goddamn it!

Private Reiben: [Sergeant wields a pistol at Reiben for disobeying the Captain] Put your money where your mouth is.

Captain Miller: [on Omaha Beach] Bangalores upward the line! Bagalores up the line!

Sergeant Horvath: Heads upwards, bangers comin' your way.

Private Caparzo: [a soldier's helmet is struck by a bullet and he then takes it off] Jesus, lucky bounder.

[the other soldier is so shot in the caput and falls dead]

[start lines]

Ryan'south son: [running to comfort his male parent] Dad?

[flashback to D-Solar day]

LCVP pilot: [shouting out the soldiers on the raft] CLEAR THE RAMP! Xxx SECONDS! GOD Be WITH YA!

Captain Miller: [shouting] Bangalores, clear the shingle.

Private: Fire in the pigsty.

Sergeant Horvath: Burn in the pigsty.

Private: Burn down in the hole.

Private: [lights his bangalore]

Medic Wade: Burn in the pigsty.

[Bangalores accident up and the spinous wire is gone]

Paratrooper Mandelsohn: We missed our drop zone by nearly 20 miles, concluded up style over by Bumville or some damn place.

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