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Do you hear voices, Desmond?

No, sir.

But I understand that God talks to you. Is that right?

Sir, I’m not a crazy person.

Is that how you feel most people regard you, a crazy person?

I’m different. I know that, but…

I’m not going to pretend to be something I’m not.

I am what I am. Sounds lonely.

You lonely?

So, you don’t hear voices. No, sir.

I pray to God and I like to think He hears me, but it ain’t a conversation,

like the one we’re pretending to have right now.

Pretending, Private? Well, yes, sir.

I know all you really want to do is give me a Section 8, drum me out of the Army,

but I’m not off up above. I just simply believe what I believe.

Well, I’m trying to understand, all right?

Was it God who told you not to pick up a rifle?

God says not to kill.

That’s one of His most important Commandments.

Most people take that to mean, “Don’t commit murder.”

War is a completely different set of circumstances.

Jesus said, “A new Commandment I give unto you,

that you love one another, just as I have loved you.”

This is Satan himself we’re fighting.

Surely, as a good Christian, you can see that.

I can see that, sir, and that is why I joined up.

But I’m sorry, I will not bear arms.

His religious views are certainly unique,

but they do not constitute grounds for a Section 8 discharge.

How am I supposed to maintain discipline with a man like that in my unit?

I don’t know.

But he is a legitimate conscientious objector,

and he must be allowed to work as a combat medic,

provided he qualifies in all other areas of his training.

Perhaps we could help make believe in his idea.

Yeah, you restrict him to barracks and KP.

If he throws God at you, you throw hell right at him.

I want him gone.

Doss, your area is a disgrace. It’s a pig sty!

Something funny, Ryker? No, Sarge!

You got some shit on your mind? No, Sarge!

What you men fail to recognize is a unit is no better than its weakest member!

Now, to help you learn that lesson, there will be no passes this weekend.

You will all be on KP!

Right now, everybody in full gear for a 20-mile hike.

Let’s go! Let’s go.

Get your heads right.

Don’t start feeling sorry for yourself.

Makes me sick see you feel sorry for yourself.

You dogs don’t know what tired is.

We’re going to keep going till I drop.

Hey, knock it off. Trying to sleep here.

Get off me. Get off me. Okay. All right.

Why the hell are you still here?

As you were.

Where’s Doss?

This isn’t good for anybody.

Sure ain’t what I joined up for.

It’s not about what you joined up for.

It’s about the lives of every man in here.

And yours, son. It’s time to quit this.

Finish getting dressed and I’ll walk you down.

It’s okay, Doss.

There’s no shame in this.

Let’s go.

I got extra guard duty today, and I’m on KP this morning, so…

Can’t.

All right, Doss.

Private Doss, can you identify the men that beat you?

No, Sarge.

Are you saying that you don’t know who attacked you?

I never said I was attacked, Sarge.

Well, what the hell are you saying, Doss?

You bruised half your body sleeping?

I… I sleep pretty hard.

Alright.

If you plan on getting wet this weekend, make sure you put on a hat.

Next.

Don’t want anyone coming back pissing cream.

What, you don’t want none for your coffee, Sarge?

How about a shot right now, Smitty?

You speaking from experience, Sarge? Next.

You’d have to ask your mom about that, Greaseball.

At ease.

Private Doss, I’m afraid I can’t authorize your pass.

This is a furlough for men who have passed the basic training.

Well, sir, respectfully, sir, I have.

I put in for this furlough 3 weeks ago.

I’m getting married this afternoon.

It says you’re not rifle qualified.

Well, I’m not required to carry a rifle, sir. Colonel Stelzer, he…

Colonel Stelzer’s determination was…

“Doss must be allowed to work as a combat medic,

provided he qualifies in all other areas of his training.”

And you have not qualified on the rifle range, Private.

Pretty clear.

Show me you know how to handle a rifle and I’ll sign your furlough.

Corporal Cannon. Sir!

Hand Private Doss your firearm.

I won’t touch a rifle, sir. I’m not asking you, Private!

That is a direct order from a company commander.

For God’s sake, Doss, you stop this nonsense and quit.

Refuse, and I will have no recourse but to court-martial you,

and you will spend the duration of the war in a military prison.

I can’t, sir.