Thank You for Your Service Page #3
Hey, you can come stay with me
until we square your sh*t up.
We should get a house.
Just us.
That's supposed to make me
feel better?
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
Yeah, fagging out
with your cocoa ass?
Oh, my "cocoa ass," huh?
Shots fired.
Whoo!
Do you ever think about Emory?
Emory's alive, man.
He's, uh... he's back home
in Arkansas.
Yeah, you should drive
down there.
Do you ever think about doster?
Let it go.
They teach us that in basic.
All right.
Yeah, will.
It's your song, boy.
- What the...?
- Shh.
...Oh, no.
Oh, sh*t.
Hey, man.
I got kids, man.
Sorry, man.
All right, get your ass
on the couch.
Hey, I'm not...
I'm not staying here, bro.
- What?
- It's a f***ing dump, man.
What do you mean, man?
My house is beautiful.
Come on. There you go.
That's all you.
- Oh, this is me?
- That's you right there.
- Get...
- F*** you.
...Such an a**hole, man.
Hey, man, seriously,
I'm about to kick your ass.
Hey, take your shoes off.
They're muddy as sh*t.
Sorry, bro.
You're not gonna
come snuggle, shoe?
Nah, you're not my type.
I don't like redheaded,
ugly-looking dudes.
Here you go, Princess.
All right, you cool, man?
- Yeah.
- All right.
Hey, this couch is yours
for as long as you need it.
All right?
Yeah.
You're a good man, sergeant.
You know that.
All right.
See you tomorrow, man.
- Will.
- Why are you doing this?
- Don't.
- Don't what?
Please don't. Not here.
- What?
- It's over.
I am sorry, but it's over.
We were gonna get married.
Cleaned me out.
Took my daughter.
She is my daughter, not yours.
How can you say that?
Now, I... I've been there
since she was born.
You were gone forever.
That was 'cause of us.
I enlisted for us.
I- i can't do this with you.
Do... do what?
Do what? I...
Don't make me call security.
You've got to go.
Where do I go?
Told him to stay.
Why wouldn't he just stay
on the f***ing couch?
F***.
He was f***ed up. Normal people
don't get blown up.
Normal people don't get
robbed blind
by their f***ing fiance, man.
They don't get blown up, bro.
If he was so f***ed up,
why didn't he say anything?
Army won't let me redeploy.
They're trying to discharge me.
For what?
What do you think?
My sh*t's scrambled.
I don't belong here.
My boy...
Was hurt.
He was injured.
You couldn't see it, but, uh...
But he was.
I could hear it in his voice.
In the way he talked to me
on the phone.
But there was only so much
he would let me do.
If you're hurt like he was...
Talk to someone.
Please don't do this.
Fire party, atten-hut!
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