Megan Leavey Page #2
What is that?
You're gonna make me
pee myself. Seriously.
Stop analyzing my puke.
I'm gonna go pee.
Hold on to that.
Megan,
we gotta hurry!
I'll be quick.
-Hey!
-Actually, let's--
- what's going on?
- Just turn around and walk.
-We're good, we're good.
It's all good. It's all good.
-They got her.
Um, I'm almost done.
What's your problem,
leavey?
Master sergeant, I'm sorry--
shut up. Don't mess with me.
It brings out my Irish.
Why are you here
in the marines?
You don't know, do you?
Well, I do.
You think you're
with a chip on her shoulder
who's come through
my ranks?
This institution
is for heroes,
not little punks
all screwed up in the head
because
their mommies and daddies
didn't love 'em enough.
But you're in my corps now
and I will not see you
disrespect the men and women
who made the marines great!
Do you understand?
Yes, master sergeant.
One more hiccup
and I'll see you
kicked out of here.
Do you copy me?
Yes, master sergeant.
All right,
you're on emi, sh*t detail,
until further notice.
So get some rest.
You're gonna need it.
Go on, get out of here.
Gunny Martin.
Meet pfc leavey.
She's yours
for the day.
Leavey.
Welcome.
Gross.
Eew.
Ugh!
Yeah, Cindy, I bet you think
that's really funny, huh?
Disgusting.
Who's this?
Rex.
Hey, you handsome boy.
Oh! Sh*t.
Okay!
You done in here?
Uh, almost.
I've got two left.
Good.
We need you outside.
Sit. Sit.
Good boy. Come here.
Come here. Come here.
Sit down. Come here.
This guy loves
having his belly rubbed.
What's he sniffing out?
Explosives.
We go in before the convoy,
sniff out ieds,
make sure no one gets hurt.
You guys
on the front lines?
Sometimes we're in front
of the front lines.
Zeus here is a beast.
Aren't ya?
Is he yours?
No, he belongs to the corps.
But he's mine for now.
Hmm.
What are you here for,
training?
No, I'm cleaning out
the kennels for a week.
How do you get to do that?
Leavey!
You up.
I'm up?
Attack!
Get him!
Aah!
Out!
You grab her.
Yeah, I got her.
Hey, Cindy.
you be the handler.
You're still the decoy!
Let's give Cindy a break.
Oh, no, I'm good.
Sucks, huh?
Yeah.
You know, I usually
take the pants off
and keep the top on.
Really?
Dogs know to aim
for the jacket.
Thanks.
Rex, heel.
Heel, Rex.
Oh, sh*t.
Okay, on this one
you approach.
You listen to his spiel
and then start to run, okay?
If Rex attacks,
you call him off.
- Sir, I would like
to see some ID.
and if you try to run away
or make any sudden
aggressive moves,
my dog is trained
to attack you.
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