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I was just...

I was just over there trying to do my job,

like everybody else.

Trying to bring my men back safe.

You know, most of my men

ain't from Texas.

It's kind of hard for me

to describe to them what I love most.

Ribs at Smitty's, or

the way they keep the beer in tubs

at the Ajax Bar,

being out at the ranch with my folks.

On the bus ride over here,

I saw a truck hauling onions.

And I couldn't get the window down,

'cause I... I wanted to smell them.

See, onions smell like home to me.

- They smell like Texas...

- That's right, Sergeant King.

We're over there killing them in Iraq

so we ain't got to kill them in Texas!

For purple mountain majesties

Above the fruited plain

America, America

God shed His grace on thee

And crown thy good with brotherhood

Tony, how are you, son?

Brandon.

Ma!

Oh, God! Let me see you.

- Oh, you're home now, baby.

- I'm home.

- Let him breathe, Ida.

- Oh, he can breathe.

Dad.

Good to have you back, Son.

Thank you, sir. Thank you.

It's good to be back.

- Brandon King!

- Yes, ma'am.

- Mr. King! Good to see you, sir.

- Sergeant King!

Good to have you back.

Yeah, well, baby.

Hey, Thomas? You going with us?

Yeah, I'll be there in a second.

- I am real proud of you, son.

- Hello.

I'm pulling some strings,

trying to move your Private Rodriguez

from the hospital in Germany

to an Army hospital stateside.

Anything else you need, you call me.

Thank you, sir, I will.

I'm real grateful

about Private Rodriguez.

I plan on seeing him when I get out.

If you come to Washington, you call me.

I'll take you around Capitol Hill

and show them

what a real Texas hero looks like.

I'd love that. I'd love that.

Private Rodriguez's family could use

a word of encouragement.

We are going to take very good care

of your son.

Thank you.

- Your brother's gonna be fine, just fine.

- Thank you.

All right, Augustin.

You stay out of trouble.

- Shorty Shriver!

- Hey, Brandon.

I got some making out to do. Sorry.

Y'all so cute.

- Have a seat.

- Welcome back, baby.

- Thank you.

- We missed your fine ass.

- Oh, man.

- Here, soldier.

Get you some tequila.

- Oh, look, it's Brandon, King of Texas.

- Come on, Brandon.

Oh, my lord.

You back in Texas now.

- I love Texas! I love Texas!

- Welcome home, boy.

It's good to be home.

All right. Y'all listen up.

To Steve and Michelle.

Oh, my gosh.

Finally!

Give it a spin on the dance floor.

Come on.

Yeah.

- I want to dance.

- I formally release him

- into your custody.

- Thank you.

I'm all right.

Don't worry about old Steve.

Are you okay?

No, you go ahead.

I'm gonna sit this one out.

But we ain't danced yet, babe.

I know. Just... You go.

I'm gonna sit this one out, all right?

You and Brandon kill

a bunch of those Iraqis over there?

Yeah, Steve, we winning this thing?

Look. What we need to do

is just drop a 10,000-pound bomb

on one of their cities

every time they hit us.

No more of this urban combat bullshit.

I'm tired of going and killing a Haji

in his kitchen and his bedroom.

- F***ing-A.

- When you going back, Steve?

I'm done.

Me and B.K. are getting out.

You know, but if I had to do it again,

I'd be a f***ing sniper.

One shot. One kill.

Let me be the faceless enemy.

I'd go back tomorrow to get

that Haji bastard that killed Preacher.

Preacher was Tommy's best friend

over there.

I f***ing loved that guy.

He took a round in the face.

It blew his jaw all the way off.

- Then he took one in the neck.

- Hey, Steve.

He was dead before he hit the ground.

Yes, sir?

Just take out Haji

and his whole f***ing family.

Send them right back to Bible times.

What about you, darling?

- No, thank you.

- Sure? I'm one hell of a dancer.

- No. I don't doubt it, but...

- Hey.

Hey, my wife said no. You f***ing deaf?

I get it, man, no problem.

You're the hero.

Tommy!

Tommy! Tommy!

Ah, sh*t. It's on!

- Get him, Tommy.

- Oh, sh*t.

Tommy! No, Tommy!

At ease, soldier. You hear me?

You hear me?

Soldier, at ease.

F***ing ease! Listen to me!

All right, you good? You good? Huh?

You hear me?

All right. Calm down, let's get a drink.

Come on, man.

Hey, it ain't a party without a fight!

Oh, snap! Tommy.

Okay. It is midnight,

and all the sh*t the U.S. Army done

issued to your ass

still ain't accounted for.

And when you turn

all the rest of this sh*t in,

you gonna have to owe about $1000.

Oh, Eyeball, I am getting out.

Man.

- That's what's up, man.

- Except I'm keeping this.

Good choice. Good choice,

as your face has been known

to scare kids and make dogs bark.

You're funny.

Where's my phone?

- Hello.

- Bran?

Hi, Mich.

Yeah, I'll be right over. Dude, come on.

You all right?

He's got a gun.

What you doing, Steve?

What the f*** do you think?

You hitting the rack?

Yeah. Do you want to know what...

What pisses me off is just...

Soon as I get dug in,

those f***ers are gonna move us out.

I'm gonna have to do this sh*t

all over again.

Roger that.

What the hell?

Your mama made all these by hand.

She loves you like a daughter.

Steve was yelling at them

like they're alive.

Then he kicked over the table.

A lady at the base said not to rush

the fooling around.

But you know Steve.

He'd been drinking.

He couldn't...

He hit you?

He got rageful.

Did he hit you?

I caught a backhand.

I told him, "Get the hell out."

He's so goddamn drunk right now,

he thinks he's on a mission

outside the wire.

You know he loves you

more than anything.

What up, Tommy?

Hey.

I just woke up and I was here.

What are you guys doing?

F***ing RoboSoldier dug

a ranger grave in Michelle's front yard.

- You want a beer?

- Yeah.

Ain't it time you and Jeanie

open your wedding presents?

Jeanie threw me out

until I get my sh*t together.

I was wondering, maybe I could stay

out at the ranch, just a couple days.

I was thinking maybe we'd all go,

get out of town for the day.

What about RoboSoldier?

F***ed that one!

That's my boy.

Read the card.

"Uncle Vern and Aunt Tilly

"hope you and Jeanie get

a bun in the oven soon."

Out of the way!

You know, it used to be,

the protocol for a busted marriage

was to return

the wedding gifts, Thomas?

Read the card, Shorty.

"To Tommy and Jeanie,

for a long and happy life together.

"From Tom and Charlotte."

Out of the way!

There she is!

Morning, sweetheart!

Oh, yeah, baby.

What's the matter, Robo?

You wake up

on the wrong side of the spare tire?

Shorty, read the card!

Hey, princess,

don't throw up in there, man.

I'm gonna need a beer in a minute.

Shorty, read it!

"From Steve and Michelle."

Can we f***ing cease fire

for a little while?

Yeah, sure.

God damn it!

- I'm sorry.

- Brandon, you motherf***er.

God damn!

An old granddaddy rattler!

Right where you would

have stepped, cousin.

I should've let it bit you.

God damn!

Good shooting, B.K.

She's beautiful.

I'm used to that sh*t, baby.

- Just 'cause y'all are so busy...

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