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- Fall in.
- Gimme that bear.
All right.
Ready. Set.
In the name of the Father,
the Son and the Holy Ghost.
Hail Mary, full of grace,
the Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou amongst women...
and blessed is
the fruit of thy womb Jesus.
Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners--
Cecile, I don't hear you
praying, honey.
I don't wanna be Catholic.
I wanna be a "Nethodist" like Mommy.
You do?
And why is that, honey?
So I can pray whatever I want.
That's a sin.
No, that's not a sin.
God just made you hardheaded.
It's not a sin.
I'll tell you what.
You wanna--
for our family?
- Yes, sir.
- That's good. Let's do it.
Hail Mary, full of grace,
the Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou among women...
and blessed is
the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
I can hear you laughing,
you know, even in here.
I'm not laughing,
I'm marveling.
Marveling? At what?
That you can find stubbornness
in your children...
and think it comes
from anybody but you.
- Yeah?
- Mm-hmm.
I'll give you something
to marvel at.
He's a wild man.
- When I pray--
- Mm-hmm.
whatever I want--
I thank God for you.
Beautiful morning,
Sergeant Major.
What are you,
a f***in' weatherman now?
Look what I found
for the new baseball player.
- Sent us another bunch of officers.
- Uh-huh.
Real green.
Gotta train 'em up.
Makes me think
I'm starting a new unit.
They sent new rifles too.
The M-16.
That's supposed to be
a pretty good weapon.
Lots of plastic.
Feels like a BB gun to me.
Believe I'll stick with my pistol.
You think we're gonna get close
enough to the enemy to use that?
What do you think, sir?
A leader must remain
cool and calm.
And second, he must learn
to ignore explosions...
the heat and dust,
the screams of the wounded.
This is normal on a battlefield.
Normal!
Fortran, you need to get a company
over to reinforce the left flank.
- That's our advisors in Vietnam.
The new radio's picking up
atmospheric bounce.
When Crazy Horse was a baby...
he nursed from the breast
The Sioux raised
their children that way.
Every warrior...
called every woman
in the tribe "mother".
Every older warrior,
they called him "grandfather".
Now, the point here is that
they fought as a family.
Take care of your men.
Teach them to take care
of each other.
'Cause when this starts...
each other
is all we're gonna have.
- Did you tune that in?
- Yes, sir.
Well, that's fine.
You're my radio operator.
You'll be fine.
You'll work it out.
Any of you sons of b*tches
calls me Grandpa...
I'll kill ya.
Godboldt, take your boots off.
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