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On your feet…

…maggot!

Get in line before I bust your hole with my boot heel!

Hold up there, sergeant.

Can I help you, sir?

Sergeant Farell. Is it…?

That is my name.

I think I get it.

What was it? Poker night? Bachelor party?

You know, I’m not sure.

It happens.

I’ll get you sorted out, sir.

Let me take those for you.

What day is it?

For you?

Judgment Day.

The good news is there’s hope for you, private.

Hope in the form of glorious combat.

Battle is the great redeemer.

The fiery crucible in which the only true heroes are

The only true heroes are forged.

Did you just interrupt me, private?

Sarge, you’re…

You’re not gonna believe what I’m about to tell you.

No, I’m not.

Now, where was I?

The fiery crucible.

The fiery crucible…

…in which the only true heroes are forged.

The one place where all men truly share…

…the same rank, regardless of what kind of parasitic scum they were going in.

Welcome to hell. Squad!

This here is Private Cage.

Private Cage, J Squad.

Isn’t that an officer’s uniform?

They sure ain’t officer cufflinks.

You know, it gives me a swell of pride…

…knowing soldiers of your caliber will be leading the charge tomorrow.

Tip of the spear, edge of the knife.

Crack of my ass.

Private Kimmel, what is my view of gambling in the barracks?

Dislike it, sergeant. Nance, why do I dislike it?

It entertains the notion our fate is in hands other than our own.

And what is my definitive position on the concept of fate, chorus?

Through readiness and discipline, we are masters of our fate.

You might call that notion ironic.

Trust me, you’ll come around.

For chrissake, Kimmel.

I gotta be free, man. All right, man.

Let’s get this show on the road. I gotta suit up.

Disengaged.

Hey, what the hell’s wrong with you?

Haven’t you ever been in one of these before?

Maybe.

Know where the safety is?

I’m not sure. Good.

I know the pressure on you is enormous.

Two minutes to drop.

It’s all right to be scared.

There’s no courage without fear.

Oi!

Oi, mate!

I think there’s something wrong with your suit.

Yeah. There’s a dead guy in it.

Watch your back out there, sir.

No one else will. No one else will.

Jinx, bitch!

On my mark! Stand by to deploy!

Activate drop lines, 30 seconds.

Remember, hit… Hey!

Go! Go!

Whoo-hoo!

We made it!

Behind you!

Look out!

Incoming!

I’m hit.

I’m hit.

How bad is it?

Is there a lot of blood?

You have a hole in your chest.

Really?

Yeah.

Did you just take my, My battery?

No, no, no. Holy fu…

On your feet, maggot!

Sergeant Farell!

Sergeant Farell.

Can I help you, sir?

My name is Major Bill Cage. I’m U.S. Army Media Relations.

I was not at a bachelor party or a poker game.

You have an order that says, I’m a deserter caught impersonating an officer.

But what it doesn’t say is…

…your name is Master Sergeant Farell from Science Hill, Kentucky.

If you give me 30 seconds…

…to explain how I know that, you may save the lives of every soldier on this base.

You have to listen to me! They know we’re coming! They’re waiting for us!

I have been there! I’ve seen it!

You’re all doomed! You’re doomed!

Okay. Okay. Okay, I’m fine. I’m fine.

This is J Squad. Yes?

This is J Squad, yes.

Not that I should know that, but okay.

Have any of you met me before?

Bitch, I don’t know you.

Exactly! Yes!

Thank you.

Your name is Nance. You’re Bibble.

Kibble… Kimmell You fight balls out, Literally.

Ford. Skinner. Griff.

You’re…

He doesn’t talk much.

But there’s a card game under the bed. Thanks a lot.

Kimmel’s working on a flush.

Spades… No, clubs.

You’re gonna make them eat those cards.

Am I right?

Now what I’m about to tell you sounds crazy.

It’s true.

And you have to listen to me.

Your very lives depend on it.

One minute!

What? What is he saying?

Nance! What is he saying?

On my mark! Stand by to deploy!

The ship is about to explode!