Faith of My Fathers Page #2

for your crimes just like all the others.

When I ask, you will do as I say!

Who's the officer of the watch? Sound off!

I said, who is the officer of the watch?

The officer of the watch is Cmdr. Burns,

Company B, Midshipman Witt.

- The proper address is "sir. "

- Sir!

What's the mission of the Academy?

Sir, the mission of the Academy is...

to develop midshipmen mentally,

physically, and morally...

and to imbue them

with the highest ideals of duty, honor...

Next Army-Navy game?

Sir, the next Army-Navy game

is in precisely 112 days, sir!

Precisely 111, dummy.

What's the next meal?

Sir, to the best of my knowledge,

the next meal is tuna salad sandwiches...

pickled buffalo chips,

milk with lemon wedges...

and a yummy slice

of Lady Witt layer cake, sir.

You think you can talk to me like that?

You think

your daddy's gonna cover your ass in here?

Sir, I don't need him to, sir.

- You're lower than whale crap, McCain.

- Sir! I love the ocean, sir.

- Stop and drop, McCain!

- Happy to oblige, sir!

One, sir.

Two, sir. Three, sir. Four, sir.

Good morning to the Marine Fifth Division

in the Central Highlands.

We will be attacking you today

in celebration of Ho Chi Minh's birthday.

So stop your beer drinking

and get ready to die.

Now for your entertainment,

here's a song I know you will like.

Hey, how you doing, partner? I'm Bud Day.

This sorry excuse for a human being

is Norris Overly.

Welcome to the Hilton.

Yeah.

John McCain.

I think we just found the point guard

for our basketball team.

- What do you think, Norris?

- No question about it.

Damn quacks severed my ligaments.

That's a sorry-ass excuse

if I ever heard one.

You gotta play through the pain, soldier.

Sailor.

Annapolis country day finishing school.

Let's go take you for a tour.

Up we go. I got you.

- Outstanding.

- Yeah.

McCain, over here,

you got your living room...

- and kitchen down the hall.

- Galley.

Galley. Sorry, it's galley to you.

I'm gonna put you down. Easy.

We ain't gonna let you die on us, McCain.

You got that?

- I got it.

- I can't hear that.

- Got it.

- Good.

Good. Yeah.

What's the Admiral doing, sir?

That could be a minefield out there.

He knows that. He's got a son up north,

this is as close as he can get to him.

Good.

- I got you.

- I got it.

- Thanks.

- No problem.

You save his ass, too?

He's the toughest son of a b*tch

I've ever met.

Broke his arm in three places like you,

and knee torn all to hell.

After his capture near the DMZ, he escaped.

He was less than a click away

from an American airfield...

when he was recaptured.

They dragged him 150 miles north of here...

tortured him every time

they made a pit stop.

Then, to celebrate their arrival here,

they tied his wrists behind his back...

and hung him by them.

Tore his shoulders apart.

And all they got out of him was his name,

rank, and serial number.

He didn't need saving.

He decided to live just to spite them.

Pretty big mess?

Hey, get back here, Mac.

We gotta clean this place up

before the dance tonight.

I'd like to report

that our room has been vandalized, sir.

Step back eight paces

and knock on my door, sailor.

- Permission to speak to you, sir.

- Denied.

Our room has been vandalized

by midshipmen, sir.

I said permission to speak denied, McCain.

To deny:

To refuse to recognize or acknowledge.

To decline to grant or allow.

To shut your hole in my presence.

Midshipmen did not vandalize your room.

I did.

It did not meet minimal standards.

It was a disgrace to the floor,

to the class, and to the Academy.

It was, however,

consistent with your insolent attitude...

and your general disregard

for military protocol.

The next time I see you

without a high and tight, son...

I'm going to shave your head myself.

What is that?

Is that what they call

one of those ducktails?

You're an embarrassment to this institution,

and you will bilge out.

And I cannot wait to see that day.

I will not "bilge" out, sir.

You don't have what it takes.

You're just too arrogant and stupid

to recognize it.

547 out of 552.

I can't believe there are five students here

more ignorant than you are.

Report to Tecumseh Court, 2100 hours,

with your M1 for PT.

- Missing the dance, McCain?

- My choice, sir.

Wonderful night to be out

in the elements, sir.

All the way down, McCain.

My father was just a chief petty officer...

but I'd take him

over a lazy-ass captain any day.

You don't know anything about me

or my family, Witt.

Get the hell off me, McCain.

You don't know anything about me, Witt.

Let me hear it.

- Let me hear it!

- I don't know anything about you!

You're pathetic, McCain.

I can't believe you passed the physical

to get in here.

- You having fun?

- A ball.

As your brigade commander

and newly-elected class president...

I order you inside

for repast and entertainment.

- Are you sure?

- You questioning my authority, mister?

Give me 50. Now!

- What's for dessert?

- Lady Witt layer cake.

McCain.

Bucket.

Got it.

My back.

Easy, boy.

- Stop it! Mommy!

- Let's get her.

Settle down.

Ladies and gentlemen...

allow me to introduce

our honored guest tonight.

While we've been partaking in beverages

and Beef Wellington...

Midshipman McCain

has been touring the campus...

in search of a better understanding

of military etiquette and protocol.

It's this sense of dedication and willingness

to go beyond the call of duty...

that he is awarded the first dance tonight.

- May I have this dance?

- Yes, you may.

Your dress sweats?

The best I could do

under the circumstances, ma'am.

- Ma'am?

- Miss.

Do you always keep such a distance

between you and your partner?

Or is that a military thing, too?

- Willing to make the adjustment, miss.

- Carol.

Carol.

You, come.

Where?

Sam Johnson, Bill Lawrence...

Norris Overly, Jim...

Jim, Jimmy?

Try just the last names.

You have to know this.

If you get out,

you have to tell them who was left behind.

We all have to be accounted for.

Coffee. Coker. Day.

Dramesi. Denton. Dunn.

- How'd it go?

- Okay.

Same old questions?

They offered me amnesty.

What'd you tell them?

I told them I'd think about it.

The Code of Conduct says

we are released in chronological order.

- First captured, first to go home.

- I know what it says, Bud.

- What'd they want from you?

- The usual crap.

Did you make any propaganda statement,

or did you say anything you'd regret later?

- No.

- Are you sure?

Yes, God damn it!

Major, you will see your family soon.

A present.

Thanks, Norris.

You saved my life.

Do you have the names?

Yes, I do.

Overly?

Go home? You happy?

They just released three more prisoners, sir.

He's not one of them. Sorry, sir.

I thought

you might want to look at their files.

- Would you like to talk to any of them, sir?

- No.

- When do you think he'll be released?

- When it's his turn, Richard.

No like?

- Where?

- No question. Bring stuff.

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