Thank You for Your Service Page #6

what I'm doing, shoe.

I'm... I'm-I'm f***ed.

All right,

I'm getting you out of here.

You're gonna take my place

at the treatment facility.

We're swapping spots.

That's all this is.

And what about you?

Don't worry about me.

First bed opens up,

I'm gonna get out there.

But my wife and my boy, bro.

I got 'em.

You trust me?

I'm gonna take care of 'em.

I can't leave you.

You're getting on this bus.

Maybe you're just

too afraid to go.

Maybe.

Can't leave you behind, shoe.

We're not downrange, man.

It's not how it works.

All right?

You take what comes.

So I go and get better

while you sit here, broken.

I'll figure it out.

- Don't worry about me.

- Yeah...

Get your ass in this bus.

Ah...

We had some bad days, bro.

Maybe that's all they were.

Just bad days.

We had some good days, too.

Hey, Fred, it's Adam.

I, uh... sent somebody

in my place.

Can you give him my bed?

Uh... okay.

Well, we'll get him

squared away,

but where's that leave you?

I don't know what you mean.

Well, you were finally

gonna get some help,

and you gave it away.

How does that feel?

I, uh... I feel alone, man.

Yeah, they're gone, you know?

Everyone's gone;

I'm still here.

Look, talking about this

isn't gonna cure you,

but it can buy you some relief.

You got to open this up.

You got to share it.

Don't come out too far,

'cause it's chilly, okay?

Adam?

Everything okay?

I don't know how much James

talked about the guys

in our platoon,

but I can't tell you

how your husband died

unless I tell you about Emory.

Stop the truck.

What you got?

Hey, 1-1,

what's the holdup up there?

I don't see nothing, man.

Shoe don't see it.

He feels it.

This is 1-1.

Alternate route.

We're gonna hang a left here

on dead girl road.

- Copy that.

- Who named that street?

We did.

You don't remember her?

All right, let's go.

Rpg! Everybody get out!

Let's go! Engine's down!

All right, building 20,

rooftop! Move!

F***!

Anybody have eyes on it?

Where did that come from?

Where'd it come from?

Stairway to heaven.

Go, go. Move, move.

Stick with me.

Where'd they go?

F***.

What's your status, 1-1?

I need a status.

We got a hajji fire escape.

- Where the hell?

- A rep, 1-1. Now.

This is 1-1.

We are clear on building 20.

Building 20 is green.

Roger.

Set security

and take overwatch.

Qrf's still five minutes out.

This is some f***ing

Charlie foxtrot bullshit, man.

Oh, I gotta get juicy.

That's why you don't

eat Indian food in...

...Man down!

Hang on, Emory. I got you.

F***!

I put us on that roof.

Those were my orders.

I got you, bud. Come on!

He took a bullet for it.

Then I dropped him.

I choked on his blood.

I f***ing dropped him.

I can't stop looking at it.

How you boys holding up?

Any update on Emory?

Emory has a tough road ahead.

But, uh, I think

there's a real good chance

they get him home

with a heartbeat.

Then what happens?

Give us a minute, solo.

Happy birthday, dude!

Hey!

Knock it off.

Listen, as leaders,

we make decisions.

I made the wrong call.

You changed the route.

It was another engagement.

You have to trust

your instincts.

My instincts were wrong.

Listen, I'm signed up

for a video linkup

tomorrow morning with my wife,

but I want you to take my call,

and I'm gonna take your place

on patrol.

- Can't let you do that.

- Sure, you can.

Nah, those are my guys.

I should be out there.

Take the day off.

- Sergeant, that's my patrol.

- Schumann.

You're sitting this one out.

Medic! Medic!

- What happened? What happened?

- Medic! -Medic!

- Medic! -We got hit!

- Who is it?

- Who is it?

- It's doster.

- He was in your seat.

- Medic!

F***! Get him! Get him!

Get him! Let's go!

- Go, go!

- Where were you, man?

None of this

would have happened

if you were there, shoe.

None of this would have

happened if you were there.

Private waller.

Here, first sergeant.

Sergeant white.

Here, first sergeant.

Specialist aieti.

- Here, first sergeant.

- Sergeant schumann.

Here, first sergeant.

Sergeant doster.

Sergeant James doster.

Sergeant first class

James d. Doster.

Present arms.

God, Adam.

Amanda, he took my seat.

That was supposed to be me.

But it wasn't you.

You're still here.

James wouldn't want this

for you.

He would want you to live.

You live.

That's how you honor him.

Jaxy, sing it.

Zoe?

I'm home.

Daddy's home!

Hey, sweetheart.

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