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What?

I have to enlist.

I can’t stay here while all of them go fight for me.

Yes, you can. You can stay here. Dorothy, I have to.

I want to be a medic.

I figure I’ll be saving people, not killing them.

I have to go to work. I’m going to be late.

Dorothy. Dorothy, darling. Dorothy. Dorothy!

So are you going to ask me to marry you or what?

Well, I don’t know. You still going to have me?

Well, I wouldn’t know, you haven’t asked.

Well, I’m asking you, with all my heart and then some.

Will you marry me? Then, yes. Yes, I will.

When?

Soon as you get your first leave.

But I still don’t like you at this moment.

Yeah. Okay.

Okay. Well, I love you.

Shh!

Momma said come see you here.

Yeah.

These 3 were my best friends.

I grew up with ‘em,

I got into trouble with ‘em, chased girls with ‘em.

And I enlisted with ‘em.

Now my friends are there,

covered in dirt and grass and eaten by worms.

I don’t want to have to visit my sons here.

Daddy, I signed up already.

I couldn’t do otherwise, Pop. Everybody else is doing…

You ain’t everybody else!

Everybody else jumps in and does things quick, without thinking!

Like the damn idiot fools we were.

And soldiers who live, they live because they can do that!

You can’t!

Look, you gotta sit and think and pray about everything.

I mean, look at you, you’re doing it right now.

You won’t be able to live with yourself if you go.

No, I won’t be able to live with myself if I don’t.

I’m going to be a medic. That’s going to be my way to serve.

See, there you go, thinking it all out.

What, you figure this war is just going to fit in with you, your ideas?

Well, I don’t doubt it’s going to be hard.

It won’t be hard, it’ll be impossible.

You know, whatever beliefs you have in your crazy head now,

they won’t ever play out; It don’t work that way.

And if by some, I don’t know, miracle chance you survive,

you won’t be giving no thanks to God.

Say goodbye to Momma. Come on.

Ladies, please, step away from the bus.

I almost forgot. Here. Do I need a crowbar?

I want you to have this. It’s mine.

You keep it right here, where I’ll be.

Bye. Bye.

I love you.

Hey, don’t say that about my girl.

What else… Hey. Oh.

Hey. Sorry, pal.

Desmond Doss.

Call him “Teach.” No one understands a word he says.

That’s because no one else here can read.

The testicles there belong to a man calling himself “Hollywood.”

They look like they belong to a smaller guy.

You know testicles.

Oh! Hey, I just got these shoes.

Hey, uh, Grease Nolan, outta Red Hook. Where you from?

Virginia. Ooh, hillbilly, huh?

You marry your first cousin? I’m just joking.

That’s Smitty over there, whipping Kirzinski’s ass.

Like you were doing any better, chowder head.

Hey, I didn’t want to embarrass you.

Wal Kirzinski, nice to meet you.

Hey, beanpole, what did you say your name was?

Desmond Doss.

That’s Tex Lewis over there, he thinks he’s some kind of cowboy.

And, uh, Vito Rinnelli. He may be small, but he is a bulldog.

Hey. How you doing?

Desmond. Yeah.

This handsome guy right here is Lucky Ford.

Hey.

That’s Walker and Pinnick over there pretending they’re card sharks.

Pipe down, Grease, all right?

Unless you want to put your money where your mouth is.

Oh, hey, the old good book, right?

I think Lucky’s got a good book.

Right, Lucky? It’s a good read.

Attention!

Let’s go, move it. Move it.

You are a very strange-looking individual

if you don’t mind me saying so, Private.

Name? Andy Walker.

How long have you been dead, son?

Sir? I am not “Sir”!

I am Sergeant Howell or Sarge. “Sir” you save for useless people.

The name is “Ghoul,” you say? Walker, Sergeant!

Ghoul it is. Yes, Sergeant!

so I may then kick them!

Create a loop. This is the rabbit hole.

The rabbit comes out of his hole, runs around the tree,

goes back into the hole. All right, let’s go!

Very good, Tex.

Keep struggling, Teach.

Have you ever roped a goat, Hollywood?

No, Sarge.

Have you ever looked into a goat’s eyes?

No, Sarge. Good, that would be unnatural.

You know if you don’t breathe, you’ll die.

Good, Private Idiot.

Congratulations, Greaseball, you just fell 50 feet and broke your neck!

Brilliant, Private Vito Rinnelli.

You strangled yourself, numb nuts!

Are you a fan of Benito? No, Sergeant.

A bit taller. If you were American, you’d be taller.

What’ve we got here, Doss, one for each titty?

You were tying a bowline, boy, not building a bra!

What is so funny, Corporal? Couldn’t tell you, Sergeant.

Come on! Come on, ladies, pick it up! Move it! Move it!

I want to see some fire here. A little hustle.

Show me something!

Run like you mean it!

Down, down, down! Faster, faster! Come on. Move it! Move it!

Let’s go, it’s bath time, boys! It’s bath time!

Move! Move! Move!

I want to see you work. Let’s go!

Dig, dig, dig!

Don’t forget behind your ears. Let’s go. Move!

I bet you’re enjoying this, you naked degenerate.

Let’s go! Hustle. Hustle. Hustle. Move!

Let’s go! What are we waiting on? Let’s go! Move your ass!

Get the wood! Get the wall! Don’t get splinters!

Drive!

Drive!

Jeez, are you okay?

Yeah, I’m fine.

Some spirit here, boys. Move! Come on, move!

What the hell is wrong with you? No one said take a rest!

Move your asses to the finish line! Move! Move!

Hustle! Hustle!

Get your asses across that line!

Time! Nice work, Doss!

This is a personal gift from the United States government to each and every one of you.

A standard issue U.S. rifle, caliber .30, M1,

a clip-fed, shoulder-fired, semi-automatic weapon

designed to bring death and destruction to the enemy.

This is to be your lover, your mistress, your concubine.

Perhaps the only thing in life you will ever truly love.

Fellas, let’s dance. Grab a girl.

Don’t point your gun forward.

I do not want to be shot today.

No matter how much you are tempted.

Place the weapon by your side.

Pay attention.

Problem, Private Corn Stalk?

Is there not one in your size, or is it the color that is the issue?

No, Sarge.

I was, I was told I don’t have to carry a weapon.

Come again? Step forward, Private. I can’t be hearing this right.

Well, I’m sorry, Sergeant.

I can’t touch a gun.

What exactly is the problem?

No problem, just a mistake, sir.

I told the Army when I joined up.

That’s not possible.

Do you know why it’s not possible, Private?

No, sir.

Because the United States Army does not make mistakes.

So if there’s a problem, you must be that problem.

I was just never supposed to be sent to a rifle company.

He’s a C.O, sir.

You’re a conscientious objector, and you joined the Army?

Well, no, sir, I’m a conscientious cooperator.

Are you screwing with me, Doss? No. No, sir. I volunteered.

I ain’t got no problem with wearing my uniform, or saluting the flag and doing my duty.

It’s just carrying a gun and the taking of human life.

You don’t kill? That’s all. Yes, sir, that’s all.

You know quite a bit of killing does occur in a war?

Yes, sir.

I mean, that is the essential nature of war.

Yes, sir. All right.

Do you have any other requirements of the United States Army?

Is there anything else that we can do to ensure that you have a comfortable stay here with us?

He doesn’t want to work on Saturdays, sir.

Well, Saturdays… I’m a Seventh-day Adventist.

So, Saturday is my Sabbath, so I’m not allowed to work then.

I don’t think that poses a problem, do you, Sergeant?

We shall simply ask the enemy not to invade on the Sabbath,

‘cause Private Doss here is at prayer.

All right. Now we got that clear.

Now let me tell you my requirements.

They’re not as complicated as yours. They’re very simple.

As long as you’re in this company, under my command,

you will obey my orders. Period.

If you can’t do it here, I can’t trust you to do it in battle.

I’m putting you in for a Section 8, psychiatric discharge.

Dismissed.

Gentlemen!

I want you to meet Private Desmond Doss.

Apparently, Private Doss does not believe in violence.

He does not practice violence.

He will not even deign to touch a weapon.

You see, Private Doss is a conscientious objector.

So I plead with you, do not look to him to save you on the battlefield,

because he will undoubtedly be too busy wrestling with his conscience to assist.

Sarge, that’s not true. Private, as you were.

Now, I realize some of you might have strong feelings about this.

It is what we men fight for.

To defend our rights, and to protect our women and children.

Even if Private Doss’ beliefs might cause women and children to die.

So I will expect everyone in this company

to give Private Doss the full measure of respect he is due

for the short time he will be with us.

Am I clear?

Yes, Sergeant.

What’cha got there, Dessie?

You know what that is.

It just seems kind of small.

It’s half the Bible for half the man.

For Pete’s sake, Smitty, give him back his Bible.

I don’t remember speaking to you.

So, how come you don’t fight? You think you’re better than us?

No.

What if you was attacked?

Say, like that.

The Bible says to turn the other cheek, don’t it?

See, I don’t think this is a question of religion, fellas.

I think this is cowardice, plain and simple.

Is that right, Doss? Are you chickenshit, that it?

Go on, take a poke.

Tell you what, I’m going to give you a free shot.

Right there.

Hit me, Doss. Go on.

Let him have it. Go ahead.

No?

Chickenshit.

Hold on here. What is this?

Give me that.

• This is a fine-looking broad. - Nice.

Hey, pass it around.

Now, this would be the kind of broad that deserves a real man.

Give me that back.

Please.

Please.

“Please give it back, Smitty.”

Please give it back, Smitty.