Fort Bliss Page #4

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It's always an adjustment, sir.

I always say, coming home is a

lot harder than going to war.

So many damn expectations.

Yes, sir.

So, what's the deal?

You married, you got kids?

I have a son, he's 5.

Oh, man, that's a great age.

I have a couple of little ones myself.

How old are they, sir?

Oh, the photos

are a little out of date.

It's amazing how fast

they grow, huh?

It is.

So, I take it you know why

you've been assigned here.

Yes, sir. I'm sorry about Sergeant Stevens,

I heard about the accident.

Man survives Anbar to kiss a guard

rail on his way to the Wal-Mart.

Find the justice in that.

Now here's the deal.

We are in the pipeline

to ship out in nine months...

and I've got an ambulance platoon walking

around like a chicken without a head.

I'm making you Platoon Sergeant, until I

find a suitable replacement. You up for it?

Yes, sir.

You got your work

cut out for you.

Moral is in the shitter.

I put in a request with brigade for a permanent

fill, but until then, you are in charge.

Best guess, you'll be here

three months, maybe six.

Don't suppose you're in a hurry

to deploy anytime soon?

No, sir.

I can't say that I am.

First Sergeant Killens will

be back to show you around.

Welcome aboard.

Thank you, sir.

We got a lot of newbies. Some

of these kids don't have a clue.

Closest they've seen

to combat is Kill Zone 2.

Roger, First Sarn't.

A word of advice. Act like

you're here to stay.

Go ahead and secure your gear.

I'll be in there in a minute.

Hurley.

Sarn't.

Where are your 02 tanks?

I got them right there, Sarn't.

5 gallon water jugs?

I got my camelback, Sarn't.

You got a heat casualty

with a core temp of 112...

and you wanna cool him down

with your canteen?

How you think that's gonna

work out for you?

Not good, Sarn't! You want me

to grab the water jugs on it?

F***ing fix it.

Roger, sir.

Everybody circle up!

Meet your new Platoon Sergeant,

Sergeant Swann.

Just got back from theater.

Second time over.

Sergeant, these are your squad

leaders, Sergeant Morrison.

How are you doing, Sergeant?

Nice to meet you.

Sergeant Williams.

Nice to meet you, Sarn't.

Sergeant Butcher.

Nice to meet you.

I trust you'll make her

feel welcome.

Hoowah.

All right,

dinner is almost ready.

It's looking good.

Alma usually makes

the yellow rice.

Okay.

Eat.

It's too crunchy.

Alma doesn't make it crunchy.

You know, I really don't

care how Alma makes it.

This is how I make it. Okay?

I don't like it.

Just take the skin off, huh?

See? There.

Can you just eat properly,

please?

Don't even think about it.

Pick it up, now!

Pick it up! Pick it up!

You think this is funny?

Ow! You're hurting me!

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