Perl Harbor Sub 25 KADR
If it was me…
I’d go.
God! Am I going bald
right back here?
Ooh!
Man, I am one good-looking
son of a bitch.
Don’t you ever die.
Die. That’s exactly the concept
you gotta work tonight.
You put a drop of this clove oil
under your eyes…
and you let ‘em sting
and well up.
You get your nurse alone,
take a breath…
let her see your eyes glisten
and say…
“Baby, they’re training me for war…
and I don’t know
what’ll happen…
but if I die tomorrow…
I want to know that we lived
all we could tonight.”
Come on, guys!
We got nurses waiting.
Come on, before the rest
of his hair falls out.
How could you do this?
Well, Doolittle assigned me.
He wanted me to get some real…
real combat training in.
Well, guess what?
It’s not training over there.
It’s war…
where the losers die
and there aren’t any winners…
just guys who turn into
broken-down wrecks like my father.
Yeah, I understand that, Danny,
but I feel like I got a duty to go.
Don’t preach to me about duty, damn it.
I wear the same uniform you do.
Now, if trouble wants me, I’m ready
for it, but why go looking for it?
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