Taps Page #8

- You will continue...

- Those who don't want this to happen,

at dawn throw down your weapons

and run to the nearest National Guardsman.

We will do our best to protect you

and to see that you get out safely.

Like they did Charlie! The bastards killed him!

Mr Moreland!

Dawn.

I got a tank up here, Billy.

Where's Moreland?

- Bug, where's Moreland?

- I don't know.

Not here.

- Have you seen Shawn?

- No.

They've all disappeared.

I don't know where anybody is.

... honour, country.

These are the virtues

instilled in a cadet at Bunker Hill.

They form the backbone of a curriculum

which has produced a long and illustrious line

of soldiers and statesmen

who have served the United States

with distinction since before the Civil War.

At Bunker Hill

our goal is not only to educate the boy,

it is to develop the man, to plumb potential,

to nurture it in an atmosphere

of strict discipline and intensive training.

Those boys who are dedicated

often fiind acceptance to West Point,

Annapolis or the Air Force Academy, where...

I was thinking about Charlie.

You know, he came in here

scared of his own shadow, homesick.

Used to cry himself to sleep.

I was betting he wouldn't last

the first week of orientation.

You'd call "Right face"

and he'd go in the other direction.

And by Thanksgiving he was calling cadence.

Never got a hit in inspection.

He turned out to be a tough little kid.

Always so eager to please.

It's getting close to dawn.

That plebe year, it's a tough time.

Yeah, it is.

Some of them, like Charlie, thrive on it.

I did. I... I thrived on it.

I can't remember why any more.

I was thinking about that basketball game

we played, one on one, last winter.

It was so cold,

hurt to breathe, and your fingers

could barely feel the ball, you know.

There was no net on the hoop.

We were always arguing the other's shot

didn't go in. Laughing and acting crazy

It was so dark you couldn't see the ball

against the backboard. I love that feeling.

We'll have a rematch, one on one.

It's gonna hurt like hell to leave it all behind.

No one leaves it all behind, Brian.

We're gonna take it with us.

Were they just words?

Honour, duty, country?

I loved that man.

Being in his presence

made me feel privileged.

But there had to be something missing

in all that he taught us,

or this wouldn't have happened.

I... I've done a terrible thing here.

You weren't alone. We were all in it together.

It was my command and I was in charge.

When I knelt next to Charlie,

I tried to find some justification.

But honour doesn't count for sh*t

when you're looking at a dead little boy.

You don't think of the book of remembrance

or bugles or flags or 21-gun salutes.

All you think about

is what a neat little kid he was...

and how you're gonna miss him.

Declare a victory, Brian.

Let's say we won the war.

Let's go home.

Fall in! Fall in! It's over!

Fall in.

Fall in! It's over!

Fall in! Let's go!

Fall in! It's over!

Let's go! Fall in!

Fall in!

- Let's go, Lyle. Fall in.

- Bring them up from the parade field.

Fall in.

It's over.

Let's go, Frank. Fall in.

- Tell 'em to fall in.

- Fall in, guys.

Bring it down.

Rusty!

- Fall in.

- Yes, sir!

Fall in! Fall in down in the quad. It's over.

Fall in! It's over! It's over!

Fall in!

Hold your fire!

Hold your fire!

Shawn!

Calling chopper two. Lay down the smoke!

Shawn! Dammit!

Move out! Let's go!

Stay inside! Keep clear!

- Sh*t!

- Shawn!

It's beautiful, man! Beautiful!

Eyes right!

Eyes right!

Eyes right!

Company, turn!

Eyes right!

Eyes right!

Eyes right!

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