Sand Castle Page #8

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I got him! Enzo, you're good!

You're good! You're good!

Come on, let's go! Move, move, move, move!

Come on, get him in the car!

Get in the car!

You gotta help me get him in!

-[Harper] You gotta get him in!

-Help me get him in, Enzo!

Come on, come on!

Ocre, get in!

-Go!

-[Matt] Get in, sergeant! Let's go!

Go! Get the f*** in!

Go! Go!

Move! Move! Move! Move!

[Enzo] Baby,

you're gonna be all right, okay?

All right? Yeah, that's right.

Breathe. Come on, baby, breathe. Breathe.

You got it. F*** is he?

Sarge is gonna get us there

real quick, okay?

Sarge, you gotta hurry the f*** up.

You gotta hurry up, please!

He's my friend.

He's my f***in' friend, man.

Is he breathing?

I don't f***in' know, man.

He's hurt pretty f***in' bad.

He's hurt bad.

All right, just breathe.

Just breathe. Come on.

Come on. Come on.

That's right. Stay up. Stay up.

You'll be good, baby, all right?

Just breathe. Just breathe. Come on.

Sarge, he's not look...

He's not looking too good, all right?

He's not looking too good.

[Office on radio] Eagle six,

you are directed to go back

to your operating frequency

of two-zero-eight-zero-zero in the red.

Medevac is two Mikes out.

[Man] Get a stretcher over here!

Cowboy comin' in hot!

-Come on. Let's go. Get him up.

-We got you. We got you.

[Enzo groaning] Ah, f***, man!

Okay, let's go! Move!

-Hey, pat, you all right?

-Yeah.

Lay him down. Lay him down.

-Right here. Right here.

-Wait, wait, wait!

[Harper] He's gonna be fine.

-[Enzo] Hey, man.

-You're gonna be fine, Burton.

[Enzo] You need to wake up, man.

[Helicopter blades whirring]

-What have we got?

-Both wounded!

One stable, one critical!

-All right. Get ready to move!

-Get him up!

-[Enzo] I'm going with him.

-One, two, three.

I'm going with him, man.

Come on. Take me with him.

[Groaning]

[Man] You all right? I got you. I got you.

[Harper] It's gonna be okay!

Let's go. Get up!

We're gonna see you at base, okay?

-We'll see you at base!

-[Enzo] I'm sorry, sergeant Harper.

-Enzo, you're all right.

-I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

[Matt] We'll see you soon, Enzo.

[Harper] You just watch Burton!

You watch Burton, okay?

You're gonna be good!

[Matt] We'll see you soon!

[Panting]

You f***!

F***!

F***! F***! F***! F***!

-[Grunting]

-[Harper] No! No! Ocre!

No, man. No, man.

It's not like that, man. Not like that!

[Syverson] Hey!

Wake the f*** up! Wake up!

Not like that, man!

It's okay. He's okay.

-[Matt grunting]

-Just don't be like that.

Just don't be like that.

It's not gonna be like that.

[Inhales]

[Spits]

Well... a rough night,

but it was not for nothing.

Salaam.

Arif, your wife make the, uh, tagine?

-What?

-The chicken.

Uh, not today.

I wonder what's he's got. [Grunts]

'Cause I am f***ing sick of the penne.

All right.

[Robinson] Hey, where are you going?

-Hey.

-[Harper] We got spaghetti and meat--

[voices echoing indistinctly]

[Harper] Captain syverson.

Captain syverson!

Huh?

-[Harper] What do we do?

-[Syverson] You okay?

[Harper] Yeah. Yeah...

[Continues indistinctly]

[Syverson speaking indistinctly]

[Harper into radio] We've suffered an

ied attack at the northeast pump station.

There are multiple casualties.

Requesting immediate medevac

and immediate reinforcements.

Say again. This is eagle six.

We have suffered an ied attack

at the pump station, northeast.

We're requesting immediate...

Ocre!

You all right, man?

Yeah?

Yeah?

Go sit down, man.

[Officer on radio]

Warhorse. Nine lives. Follows. Break.

Line one. Papa-yankee-

five-four-three-niner.

[Exhales sharply]

Four-five-niner-one.

-[Distorted] I say again...

-[Groans]

[Exhales sharply]

It can be beautiful.

Can't it?

[Indistinct chatter]

[Sighing]

[Sighs]

-How you men feeling?

-[Matt and harper] Good, sergeant major.

Attention.

At ease.

Sergeant Harper...

Three weeks' leave

to return with us in riyadh.

Roger, sir.

Private ocre.

What do you say we get you back

on level ground?

There's a convoy leaving at 1400.

It'll take you to the balad flightline

and a c-130 will take you

back to the states.

I'm happy to waive my leave, sir.

If it's all the same, I'll stay.

The lieutenant

is not giving you leave, son.

You're going home, private.

Sergeant major, there is no reason

to be concerned about--

your war is over.

[Stammers] No, it isn't over.

-The war isn't over--

-excuse me?

With all due respect,

what happened in baqubah--

permission to speak freely, sir?

Yeah.

As the nco in charge of private ocre,

it is my opinion

that he has nothing more to prove

to himself or to anybody else.

-It's not about proving anything--

-ocre. Ocre.

-It's time to go home, Matt.

-No.

-This is the time when we are--

-take it easy there, son.

Sergeant major, I think we need

to talk about what happened,

and then maybe we can fix it.

Your job is done here!

How?

No, please, someone tell me

how my f***in' job is done here,

-because I don't see how it's--

-god damn it, private!

You're dismissed.

[Harper] What, you a smoker now?

They, uh, made me see the chaplain.

Ooh.

What'd he say?

It's, uh, god's plan.

Then he asked if I smoke.

I said no.

So, uh, he gives me these and said

maybe I should consider starting.

How about you?

What you thinking about?

What am I thinking about? Uh...

I'm thinking about a royals game.

A royals game...

A tecate...

And garlic fries.

-Ooh, garlic fries.

-Yup.

I start thinking about that,

and all this other sh*t

starts rushing back, you know?

I haven't even thought about home

for a long time.

Did I tell you some captain

told me to blouse my boots today?

Can you believe that sh*t?

Some dude fresh off the boat,

hasn't done a damn thing, tells me

to blouse my boots and look professional.

I was f***ing pissed,

not just 'cause of the boot thing, but...

But what?

You know, we f***ing had it, sergeant.

The people were with us.

The water was gonna flow.

It wasn't ours to have, ocre.

-You got nothing to feel guilty about.

-No, but--

okay? For whatever you did

or whatever you didn't do.

No, I...

I broke my own hand back in Kuwait.

I slammed it in a Hummer door.

Just... trying to get out

of all this sh*t.

[Sighs]

Well, now you can.

[Sighs heavily]

Hey, you want these?

Nope.

[Aircraft passing overhead]

Confusing feeling, ain't it?

All we do is think about going home...

Now, here it is.

I don't feel anything, sergeant major.

Yeah, it takes a while before it kicks in.

But it'll catch up. Believe me.

[Takes deep breath] Good luck, son.

Hey, sergeant major?

Beautiful day for the infantry?

Beautiful day, son.

Beautiful goddamn day.

[Both chuckle]

All right.

Better get a move on.

Gonna miss your flight.

Yeah.

I'll see ya on the other side of the berm.

I'll see you on the other side.

Beautiful goddamn day. [Sniffles]

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