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Capt. Hill: You couldn't let it rest, could you? You had to push it.

Eriksson: Go to hell. SIR.

Capt. Hill: Eriksson, these men fucked up good. But you bringing formal charges against them, is that gonna help that poor girl one little bit?

Eriksson: Maybe if you'd have been there, sir. Maybe if you had heard her screaming, you'd feel—

Capt. Hill: [''pauses''] YOU DON'T TELL ME SHIT ABOUT SCREAMING, BOY! I've heard a LOT of fuckin screaming in this country! Most of it's come from wounded American boys. I'm gonna transfer you out of my company, Eriksson. That alright with you? I'll get you out of the bush, out of the infantry- any fuckin place you wanna go, you name it. I saw your 201 file in the rear. Said you volunteered to be a tunnel rat. Is that what you want, Eriksson?

Eriksson: I'd like to get out of this particular company, yes, sir.

Capt. Hill: Well, that's a Rog, Eriksson- you're a tunnel rat. We get to the rear, you pack your trash-

Eriksson: That's not gonna keep me from trying to bring this thing out, sir.

Capt. Hill: Nobody's trying to keep you from doing a goddamn thing. My function here is just to tell you just how something like this is gonna come down. And you oughta be advised that military court-martials are notoriously lenient, and stateside review boards are even more lenient. Even if these four guys get convicted they're not gonna do any real time.

Eriksson: Yes, sir.

Capt. Hill: In fact, they're gonna be out of the stockade before you can flick flies offa shit, Eriksson. And if I was them, I'd be pissed off- wouldn't you? I'd be lookin for a little PAYBACK! Now, a man like you- wife, baby daughter- I'd be considering those factors very carefully.

Eriksson: Pardon me sir, what's your point, sir?

Capt. Hill: There ain't no point, Eriksson. I'm simply trying to illuminate the terrain in which we currently find ourselves deployed. You don't mind that, do you? And if you do, FUCK YOU!

Eriksson: Yessir.

Capt. Hill: You on my frequency?!

Eriksson: Yes, SIR!

Capt. Hill: YOU FUCKIN MAGGOT! Who the hell do you think you are?! You're in that report recommending Meserve for a Bronze Star- he pulled you out of a VC tunnel, boy! Now the shit with that girl, that was wrong. But he's a kid, Eriksson, he's twenty goddamn years old! And you're gonna ruin his life! He saved yours.

Brig. Gen. Billy Ford: Sandman, this is General Ford. You will ignore that order. For the record, I'm relieving General McClintock of command, for the crime of withholding vital information from the President of the United States.

Maj-Gen. Donald McClintock: I have, in no way, withheld vital information from the President of the United States.

Ford: Colonel Briggs.

Colonel Briggs: Sir.

Ford: Place General McClintock under arrest.

McClintock: If I go down for this, Billy, you go down for it.

Ford: It's out of our hands now, Donnie.

McClintock: [blocked by a pistol-packing Col. Briggs as he tries to leave the command post; Briggs smiles as he leads him away under armed guard.] You silly sentimental son of a bitch... Nobody puts me under arrest. Nobody. Colonel Briggs. What a wonderful moment this must be for you.

Eugene Kittridge: You and I know about this. That's where it stops, understand? It never happened.

Frank Barnes: What about him?

Eugene Kittridge: I want him manning a radar tower in Alaska by the end of the day. Just mail him his clothes.