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i can't take it.

I can take anything you can.

Anything but quiet.

It was just different

this time.

Different how?

This one felt a lot longer.

Towards the end, things took

a turn and got really bad.

Were you with doster

when he died?

No. I wasn't there.

Sometimes they go a little

crazy when we're gone, right?

You just got to give her

a minute.

It's not like

she packed a bag, dude.

She cleaned me out.

I got to figure this out,

you know?

Well, can we see

that nudie video, then?

Such a dog.

What, you got a video, shoe?

She's hot, man.

- I will f*** you up.

- You promise?

I swear, it's like, the whole

time you're out there,

all you want to do

is come home.

Come home, and home

is just f***ed, you know?

Hey, you had a rough landing,

buddy.

Yeah, f***ing crash landing.

I got to make some money.

That video, bro.

You serious?

I'll give you 20 bucks for it.

- You, too, shoe? Yeah?

- Yeah... 20 bucks.

Hey, maybe I'll just redeploy

with you, solo,

stack checks for nine months,

you know?

Hey, I tell you what,

i f***ing love you, man. Okay?

But you're a bomb magnet.

You got blown up seven times.

Hey, you can come stay with me

until we square your sh*t up.

We should get a house.

Just us.

Man love Thursdays every day.

That's supposed to make me

feel better?

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

Yeah, fagging out

with your cocoa ass?

Oh, my "cocoa ass," huh?

Shots fired.

Whoo!

Do you ever think about Emory?

Emory's alive, man.

He's, uh... he's back home

in Arkansas.

Maybe we should go visit him.

Yeah, you should drive

down there.

Do you ever think about doster?

Let it go.

They teach us that in basic.

All right.

Yeah, will.

It's your song, boy.

- What the...?

- Shh.

...Oh, no.

Oh, sh*t.

Hey, man.

I got kids, man.

Sorry, man.

All right, get your ass

on the couch.

Hey, I'm not...

I'm not staying here, bro.

- What?

- It's a f***ing dump, man.

What do you mean, man?

My house is beautiful.

Come on. There you go.

That's all you.

- Oh, this is me?

- That's you right there.

- Get...

- F*** you.

...Such an a**hole, man.

Hey, man, seriously,

I'm about to kick your ass.

Hey, take your shoes off.

They're muddy as sh*t.

Sorry, bro.

You're not gonna

come snuggle, shoe?

Nah, you're not my type.

I don't like redheaded,

ugly-looking dudes.

Here you go, Princess.

All right, you cool, man?

- Yeah.

- All right.

Hey, this couch is yours

for as long as you need it.

All right?

Yeah.

You're a good man, sergeant.

You know that.

All right.

See you tomorrow, man.

- Will.

- Why are you doing this?

- Don't.

- Don't what?

Please don't. Not here.

- What?

- It's over.

I am sorry, but it's over.

We were gonna get married.

Cleaned me out.

Took my daughter.

She is my daughter, not yours.

How can you say that?

Now, I... I've been there

since she was born.

You were gone forever.

That was 'cause of us.

I enlisted for us.

I- i can't do this with you.

Do... do what?

Do what? I...

Don't make me call security.

You've got to go.

Where do I go?

Told him to stay.

Why wouldn't he just stay

on the f***ing couch?

F***.

He got blown up seven times.

He was f***ed up. Normal people

don't get blown up.

Normal people don't get

robbed blind

by their f***ing fiance, man.

They don't get blown up, bro.

If he was so f***ed up,

why didn't he say anything?

Army won't let me redeploy.

They're trying to discharge me.

For what?

What do you think?

My sh*t's scrambled.

I don't belong here.

My boy...

Was hurt.

He was injured.

You couldn't see it, but, uh...

But he was.

I could hear it in his voice.

In the way he talked to me

on the phone.

But there was only so much

he would let me do.

If you're hurt like he was...

Talk to someone.

Please don't do this.

Fire party, atten-hut!

Port arms.

Fire party,

prepare for three volleys.

Half-right face.

Ten-hut.

Ready. Aim.

Adam schumann?

Yes, ma'am.

I'm sorry. I was gonna come

and introduce myself earlier.

I just wanted to say thank you

for looking after my son

over there.

He was my brother.

We looked after each other.

He'd been struggling

for months over there.

We planned ahead.

We found a treatment facility

in California.

The guy who runs this place,

uh, he was a soldier.

He's been doing it

for 30 years.

So, if you know anybody

who needs...

Thank you.

I'm really glad you're here.

When did she become friends

with doster's wife?

When he took over our platoon.

Well, does she know that he

took your place on the rig?

No.

Let's go, bro.

Can we go?

Thought you were on klonopin.

It... doesn't work.

None of it works.

Will liked to hunt,

so we're going hunting.

Be careful.

I'm captain careful.

...Let's go shoot something.

Nobody knows you fought

unless you got

your f***ing arm blown off.

I'd take it.

I'd rather be a hero

with my ass blown off

than this sh*t.

Don't even feel

like me anymore.

Guess you don't know

what I mean.

You don't got stress.

You're good, right?

I don't think that guy lost

his arm picking flowers, man.

What the f*** does that mean?

Means we don't know sh*t

about him.

Would you rather lose your leg

than this?

What, below the knee?

Nah, above the knee.

F*** it... I'll take it.

How about your ear?

Well, can I still hear?

Nope.

But you can still

finger-f*** it.

And you can hear

out of your other ear.

But I won't look

like no war hero.

Just-just some freak

with no ear.

Hey, what was that...

You remember that bravo

got his lips blown off?

Who? P*ssy face?

- Yeah, p*ssy face.

- -Oh, f***.

That's what you want?

Hell no.

You remember what you said

to me the day doster died?

When we were dragging him

inside?

I remember his skin

was so burnt,

it was falling off.

The smell.

You don't remember

what you said?

No, bro.

I don't remember sh*t.

My memory's shot.

What did I say?

You said that none of it

would have happened

if I'd have been there.

That's a f***ed thing

to say, man.

All right. I'm gonna

scare 'em towards the water.

You push up from that bend.

Solo!

Hey.

Solo!

Hey. You trying to get

f***ing shot?

- What? -What the f***

are you doing out there?

I wasn't out there.

Yeah, you were.

I saw you out there.

I didn't even make it

out there.

It's too dark.

I forgot my goggles.

I saw you.

No, you didn't.

It wasn't me.

You all right?

No, man, I'm not all right.

F***.

I still... taste his blood.

I carried him

down those stairs.

I can still taste his blood.

What do we do?

We get some help.

Yeah.

Okay.

Are you coming to bed?

Yeah.

Think I'm gonna try

and find a job early tomorrow.

Okay.

You all right?

I'm good.

You got mud everywhere, so...

Clean up. Come to bed.

Alea's pregnant.

Yeah?

Nice, man. That's great.

Hell yeah.

You're gonna do great.

Seriously.

Kids change everything.

I'm gonna name him after me

so I don't forget his name.

Can I have your va card, sir?

My va card?

Mm-hmm.

What, am I supposed

to have one of those?

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