Stop-Loss Page #2

Sergeant Shriver's hometown, Brazos,

are throwing them a getting-out parade.

You represent the United States Army.

I expect every one of you

to be on your best behavior.

Here's a list of things you will not do

while on leave.

You will not drink and drive.

You pick up a young lady, let her drive.

Let her get the DUI.

You will not beat up civilians!

You will not f*** anyone underage.

I say again,

you will not f*** anyone underage.

You will not beat your wife,

you will not beat your kids.

You will not kick your dog.

Am I understood?

Okay. I'll see you

in Monday's formation, 0700. That's it.

Enjoy your stay in Brazos.

Did you get her on tape, man?

- No, I didn't get her on tape.

- It's incriminating.

She said she was 18, so f*** all y'all.

- Welcome home, Brandon!

- Welcome home, Steve!

Well done, Shriver!

Guys, welcome back.

- Welcome home.

- Thank you.

- Hey, baby!

- Hey, baby!

Welcome back, soldier!

Hey, Michelle. Come here.

Beauty.

God bless the U.S. A!

Two boys from Brazos,

best friends since they were kids,

distinguished themselves

by leading Brazos High football

to a memorable,

barn-burning division championship...

- All right, Steve!

- ... and have gone to war

and returned as heroes.

Staff Sergeant Brandon Leonard King.

We honor his exceptional courage,

loyalty and selfless service

with this Purple Heart

and Bronze Star with Valor.

Let's hear from one of Brazos' own.

- Yeah! Speech, Brandon, speech.

- Speech! Speech! Speech!

Come on, Brandon.

Sign them up, Sergeant.

Come on, Brandon.

I wasn't...

I wasn't planning on giving a speech.

I was just...

I was just over there trying to do my job,

like everybody else.

Trying to bring my men back safe.

You know, most of my men

ain't from Texas.

It's kind of hard for me

to describe to them what I love most.

Ribs at Smitty's, or

the way they keep the beer in tubs

at the Ajax Bar,

being out at the ranch with my folks.

On the bus ride over here,

I saw a truck hauling onions.

And I couldn't get the window down,

'cause I... I wanted to smell them.

See, onions smell like home to me.

- They smell like Texas...

- That's right, Sergeant King.

We're over there killing them in Iraq

so we ain't got to kill them in Texas!

For purple mountain majesties

Above the fruited plain

America, America

God shed His grace on thee

And crown thy good with brotherhood

Tony, how are you, son?

Brandon.

Ma!

Oh, God! Let me see you.

- Oh, you're home now, baby.

- I'm home.

- Let him breathe, Ida.

- Oh, he can breathe.

Dad.

Good to have you back, Son.

Thank you, sir. Thank you.

It's good to be back.

- Brandon King!

- Yes, ma'am.

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