The Fourth War Page #3

Gentlemen, gentlemen.

Or may I call you officer and gentlemen.

If you don't mind?

We are here to celebrate these happy days

which belong to Dwayne and Hannelore.

With deep respects.

I'm sorry, about this whole thing.

I don't want to join the army

I don't want to go to war

I just want to hang around

Picadilly Underground

Livin' off the ends

of some high born ladies

I don't want no bullet up the a**hole

I don't want my buttocks shot away

I want to stay in London

Jolly Jolly London

And fornicate me f***in' life

[ phone rings ]

Yes, I said, me f***in' life

And fornicate me f***in' life away !

[ phone rings ]

[ phone rings ]

Knowles here.

Yeah, operator.

That's right.

Dexter Academy.

Huh?

In Vermont, yeah.

You got him?

Well, put him on.

Hey...

Timmy!

Ohh...

How are ya?

Huh...

Ha, ha. Of course it's me.

You got some other old man,

stationed in West Germany?

Huh?

Wait, wait, wait, you gotta talk

louder, I can't hear you.

What's that racket?

Music.

Look, you guys are suppose to

be studying, at this hour.

Huh?

Ahh...

that's what it's about.

Me?

I'm fine.

But, but... listen, listen.

Do you know what day this

happens to be? Huh?

Tuesday.

Yeah, it's Tuesday, alright.

But, it also happens

to be my birthday.

Yeah.

No, no, no, that's alright.

I... Listen, no, no.

I forgot it, too.

Yeah.

I forgot my own birthday.

Your mother?

No.

We haven't talked, in about 4 years.

But listen, listen,

how's the little guy?

How's Bobby?

How's my little, Bobby?

What did he think of

that bike I sent him, huh?

Mm... hm.

Mm... hmm.

In the school yard?

You mean, they just walked up to him

and took it away?

And he didn't do anything about it?

Well, Jesus H. Christ!

I don't care, if it was three to one.

Shot them?

What do you mean,

I would have shot them?

That supposed to be funny?

A few drinks?

Is that what you call it?

Let me give you an education, pal.

Colonel Knowles, was whacked

out of his skull.

He had been tying one on,

from the moment he got into the base.

And let me tell you something else...

even if he'd been stone cold sober,

he still would have done it.

It was a challenge he had to accept.

Gentlemen, look at it this way...

we all know, we're talking about

a man who's trained...

to react, do you understand?

Conditioned!

Drilled into him.

From the day, he hit basic training,

he was told...

Hey, that's the enemy, bucko!

Go get him!

Jack Knowles, is a soldier,

for christ sakes!

Not, some candy-ass diplomat,

whose got his suit inside out.

without taking his hands

out of his pockets.

Look at his war record!

You think every one had a good

time in Vietnam?

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