Faith of My Fathers Page #3

in the Central Highlands.

We will be attacking you today

in celebration of Ho Chi Minh's birthday.

So stop your beer drinking

and get ready to die.

Now for your entertainment,

here's a song I know you will like.

Hey, how you doing, partner? I'm Bud Day.

This sorry excuse for a human being

is Norris Overly.

Welcome to the Hilton.

Yeah.

John McCain.

I think we just found the point guard

for our basketball team.

- What do you think, Norris?

- No question about it.

Damn quacks severed my ligaments.

That's a sorry-ass excuse

if I ever heard one.

You gotta play through the pain, soldier.

Sailor.

Annapolis country day finishing school.

Let's go take you for a tour.

Up we go. I got you.

- Outstanding.

- Yeah.

McCain, over here,

you got your living room...

- and kitchen down the hall.

- Galley.

Galley. Sorry, it's galley to you.

I'm gonna put you down. Easy.

We ain't gonna let you die on us, McCain.

You got that?

- I got it.

- I can't hear that.

- Got it.

- Good.

Good. Yeah.

What's the Admiral doing, sir?

That could be a minefield out there.

He knows that. He's got a son up north,

this is as close as he can get to him.

Good.

- I got you.

- I got it.

- Thanks.

- No problem.

You save his ass, too?

He's the toughest son of a b*tch

I've ever met.

Broke his arm in three places like you,

and knee torn all to hell.

After his capture near the DMZ, he escaped.

He was less than a click away

from an American airfield...

when he was recaptured.

They dragged him 150 miles north of here...

tortured him every time

they made a pit stop.

Then, to celebrate their arrival here,

they tied his wrists behind his back...

and hung him by them.

Tore his shoulders apart.

And all they got out of him was his name,

rank, and serial number.

He didn't need saving.

He decided to live just to spite them.

Pretty big mess?

Hey, get back here, Mac.

We gotta clean this place up

before the dance tonight.

I'd like to report

that our room has been vandalized, sir.

Step back eight paces

and knock on my door, sailor.

- Permission to speak to you, sir.

- Denied.

Our room has been vandalized

by midshipmen, sir.

I said permission to speak denied, McCain.

To deny:

To refuse to recognize or acknowledge.

To decline to grant or allow.

To shut your hole in my presence.

Midshipmen did not vandalize your room.

I did.

It did not meet minimal standards.

It was a disgrace to the floor,

to the class, and to the Academy.

It was, however,

consistent with your insolent attitude...

and your general disregard

for military protocol.

The next time I see you

without a high and tight, son...

I'm going to shave your head myself.

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