The Guardian Page #3

I've always been good to you,

haven't I?

Didn't promote you to a desk when

you turned 40 like everybody else.

That's right.

All right,

so now I need you to listen to me.

Okay.

There's an instructor opening

at "A" School, that...

No. The answer is no.

You just said you'd listen. Sit down.

I'm not interested, Captain.

Well, it's no longer a request,

Senior Chief. Sit down.

You're serious?

You have two choices.

Sign the papers today and you can

live life as a civilian here in Kodiak,

if that's what you want.

Or you can take that "A" School

opening I'm offering you.

I've already spoken to command

down there.

It will be your class.

You will be in charge.

You can take the time

to work your way back into shape.

I am in shape.

God damn it,

that's not what I'm talking about.

Ben, all I'm asking is that

you go down there for a few months.

You work with the kids, you recharge.

Download that epic rsum

where it's gonna do some good.

You can't always be

the one in the water, Ben.

You'll know

when you're ready to come back.

You people got 15 seconds

to get off this bus.

Move! Move! Let's go! Get off the bus!

Hurry up.

Let's go, let's go.

Put your white books

in your red bags.

Let's get that squared away now.

Put those books away.

Females,

grab your bags, fall out to the rear.

Follow Chief Flight

and Petty Officer Hall.

The rest of you, pick a bunk,

put on your ODUs.

You started with 15 minutes,

you are now down to 12.

Move! Move, move, move!

Move it out. Get changed

out of those working blues.

Hurry up. Move it out.

Find your rack. Quit wasting my time.

Hey. Hey! That's my stuff, man.

Hey, that's his bunk.

You two a couple?

It's okay. I like the top better anyway.

Out of the 39,000

men and women

who make up

the United States Coast Guard,

there are only 280 rescue swimmers.

Let's go! Let's go, mermaids!

This is because

we are the Coast Guard's elite.

We are the best of the best.

When storms shut down entire ports,

we go out.

When hurricanes ground

the United States Navy, we go out.

And when the holy Lord himself

reaches down from heaven

and destroys his good work with winds

that rip houses off the ground,

we go out.

And the attrition rate at this school

is well over 50%.

So if by some miracle you actually

have what it takes to become one of us,

then you get to live a life of meager pay

with the distinct possibility

of dying slow, cold and alone

somewhere in the vast sea.

However, you also get the chance

to save lives,

and there is no greater calling

in the world than that.

So, ladies and gentlemen, welcome.

Welcome to "A" School.

Are there any questions?

Captain, Airman Fischer.

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