I Am Soldier Page #4

and this will all be over.

I'm afraid I can't

sign that, ma'am.

You're a coward.

Dirty,

diseased...

low-life f***ing coward.

Bet your mother would

have been proud.

But then she wasn't

much better, was she?

She's just some old slag,

who had you on a one-night stand

and then threw you into care.

When she realised what a little

bastard you really were.

Now sign the f***ing document,

so we can all get out of here.

You repulse me.

I don't think you're a

real man at all, are you?

Let's see what sort of

man you really are.

What the f*** are you

doing, what the f***...

Oh...

I was right, you're no man.

I've seen button mushrooms

with more shaft then that.

Oh...

You're standing in front of a

woman, it looks like that...

what must it be like

when you're alone?

Pathetic.

Get dressed.

Sign the document.

Or say nothing and die.

Take me to the other

room and hang me up.

I ain't signing sh*t, ma'am.

Very well.

F***in' hell!

Leo!

Leo, Leo!

Leo, Leo, Leo...

Where have you come

from and who are you working for?

I'm sorry sir, but I cannot

answer that question.

This is not a game, son.

So who you f***ing working for?

I'm sorry, sir, but I...

You better start answering

my f***ing questions,

before I start to get irritated,

and believe me you do not want to see

me when I'm not my usual happy self.

What's your name?

Tomlinson, sir.

Number and rank.

25897. Sergeant Tomlinson, sir.

Good.

Now we're getting

somewhere, thank God.

What unit are ya?

- I'm sorry sir, but I cannot answer...

- How many men in your command?

I cannot answer that.

What are you talking

about, you f***ing idiot?

You just told me your

name, number and rank.

Now what unit are you?

And how many men in your command?

I cannot answer that question.

You must f***ing love hanging

there like a piece of dead meat!

All you gotta do is answer

a simple bastard question,

and I'll be kind to ya.

But you can't even do

that, can you, son,

because you're a stupid,

dotty, ugly, annoying,

disgraceful, lying,

game-playing, piece of shite.

You're going to

f***ing die in here.

I promise you that.

I'm sick and tired of being kind and

having it thrown back in my f***ing face.

Now what f***ing unit are ya?

I cannot answer...

That's it, get this piece

of shite out of here

before I slit his f***ing throat.

Get him out. Out! Get him out!

This war's over for you, Mickey.

It's over, son.

It's over.

Well done, lad.

Oi, Mick. You're OK, yeah?

Oi, look at me, you can do this.

All right, all you

gotta do is jump.

- Time to rock and roll.

- Go!

Go!

It's gonna be all right.

Go!

See you on the other side.

Go!

I said go!

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