Thank You for Your Service Page #4

Port arms.

Fire party,

prepare for three volleys.

Half-right face.

Ten-hut.

Ready. Aim.

Adam schumann?

Yes, ma'am.

I'm sorry. I was gonna come

and introduce myself earlier.

I just wanted to say thank you

for looking after my son

over there.

He was my brother.

We looked after each other.

He'd been struggling

for months over there.

We planned ahead.

We found a treatment facility

in California.

The guy who runs this place,

uh, he was a soldier.

He's been doing it

for 30 years.

So, if you know anybody

who needs...

Thank you.

I'm really glad you're here.

When did she become friends

with doster's wife?

When he took over our platoon.

Well, does she know that he

took your place on the rig?

No.

Let's go, bro.

Can we go?

Thought you were on klonopin.

It... doesn't work.

None of it works.

Will liked to hunt,

so we're going hunting.

Be careful.

I'm captain careful.

...Let's go shoot something.

Nobody knows you fought

unless you got

your f***ing arm blown off.

I'd take it.

I'd rather be a hero

with my ass blown off

than this sh*t.

Don't even feel

like me anymore.

Guess you don't know

what I mean.

You don't got stress.

You're good, right?

I don't think that guy lost

his arm picking flowers, man.

What the f*** does that mean?

Means we don't know sh*t

about him.

Would you rather lose your leg

than this?

What, below the knee?

Nah, above the knee.

F*** it... I'll take it.

How about your ear?

Well, can I still hear?

Nope.

But you can still

finger-f*** it.

And you can hear

out of your other ear.

But I won't look

like no war hero.

Just-just some freak

with no ear.

Hey, what was that...

You remember that bravo

got his lips blown off?

Who? P*ssy face?

- Yeah, p*ssy face.

- -Oh, f***.

That's what you want?

Hell no.

You remember what you said

to me the day doster died?

When we were dragging him

inside?

I remember his skin

was so burnt,

it was falling off.

The smell.

You don't remember

what you said?

No, bro.

I don't remember sh*t.

My memory's shot.

What did I say?

You said that none of it

would have happened

if I'd have been there.

That's a f***ed thing

to say, man.

All right. I'm gonna

scare 'em towards the water.

You push up from that bend.

Solo!

Hey.

Solo!

Hey. You trying to get

f***ing shot?

- What? -What the f***

are you doing out there?

I wasn't out there.

Yeah, you were.

I saw you out there.

I didn't even make it

out there.

It's too dark.

I forgot my goggles.

I saw you.

No, you didn't.

It wasn't me.

You all right?

No, man, I'm not all right.

F***.

I still... taste his blood.

I carried him

down those stairs.

I can still taste his blood.

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