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- Mr. King! Good to see you, sir.

- Sergeant King!

Good to have you back.

Yeah, well, baby.

Hey, Thomas? You going with us?

Yeah, I'll be there in a second.

- I am real proud of you, son.

- Hello.

I'm pulling some strings,

trying to move your Private Rodriguez

from the hospital in Germany

to an Army hospital stateside.

Anything else you need, you call me.

Thank you, sir, I will.

I'm real grateful

about Private Rodriguez.

I plan on seeing him when I get out.

If you come to Washington, you call me.

I'll take you around Capitol Hill

and show them

what a real Texas hero looks like.

I'd love that. I'd love that.

Private Rodriguez's family could use

a word of encouragement.

We are going to take very good care

of your son.

Thank you.

- Your brother's gonna be fine, just fine.

- Thank you.

All right, Augustin.

You stay out of trouble.

- Shorty Shriver!

- Hey, Brandon.

I got some making out to do. Sorry.

Y'all so cute.

- Have a seat.

- Welcome back, baby.

- Thank you.

- We missed your fine ass.

- Oh, man.

- Here, soldier.

Get you some tequila.

- Oh, look, it's Brandon, King of Texas.

- Come on, Brandon.

Oh, my lord.

You back in Texas now.

- I love Texas! I love Texas!

- Welcome home, boy.

It's good to be home.

All right. Y'all listen up.

To Steve and Michelle.

Oh, my gosh.

Finally!

Give it a spin on the dance floor.

Come on.

Yeah.

- I want to dance.

- I formally release him

- into your custody.

- Thank you.

I'm all right.

Don't worry about old Steve.

Are you okay?

No, you go ahead.

I'm gonna sit this one out.

But we ain't danced yet, babe.

I know. Just... You go.

I'm gonna sit this one out, all right?

You and Brandon kill

a bunch of those Iraqis over there?

Yeah, Steve, we winning this thing?

Look. What we need to do

is just drop a 10,000-pound bomb

on one of their cities

every time they hit us.

No more of this urban combat bullshit.

I'm tired of going and killing a Haji

in his kitchen and his bedroom.

- F***ing-A.

- When you going back, Steve?

I'm done.

Me and B.K. are getting out.

You know, but if I had to do it again,

I'd be a f***ing sniper.

One shot. One kill.

Let me be the faceless enemy.

I'd go back tomorrow to get

that Haji bastard that killed Preacher.

Preacher was Tommy's best friend

over there.

I f***ing loved that guy.

He took a round in the face.

It blew his jaw all the way off.

- Then he took one in the neck.

- Hey, Steve.

He was dead before he hit the ground.

Yes, sir?

Just take out Haji

and his whole f***ing family.

Send them right back to Bible times.

What about you, darling?

- No, thank you.

- Sure? I'm one hell of a dancer.

- No. I don't doubt it, but...

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