Nothing is over! Nothing! You just don't turn it off! It
wasn't my war! You asked me I didn't ask you! And I did what I had to
do to win, for somebody who wouldn't let us win! Then I come back to the
world, and I see all those maggots at the airport, protestin' me, spittin',
callin' me a baby killer and all kinds of vile crap! Who are they to protest
me?! Huh?! Who are they?! Unless they been me and been there and know
what the hell they yellin' about!
[Trautman tries reasoning with him]
Rambo: For you! For me civilian life is nothin'! In the field without
a code of honor. You watch my back I watch yours. Back here there's nothin'!
Col. Trautman: You're the last of an elite group. Don't end it like this.
Rambo: Back there I could fly a gunship, I could drive a tank, I was in
charge of million dollar equipment. Back here I can't even hold a job
PARKING CARS!!!! UUHHHH!!!!! Wha...I can't...oh, I jus--omigod. Where
is everybody? Oh God...I...I had a friend, who was Danforth. Wha--I had
all these guys man. Back there I had all these f#@king guys. Who were
my friends. Cause back here there's nothin'. Remember Danforth? He wore
this black head band and I took one of those magic markers and I said
to Feron, 'Hey mail us to Las Vegas cause we were always talkin' about
Vegas, and this f#@king car. This uh red '58 Chevy convertible, he was
talkin' about this car, he said we were gonna cruise till the tires fall
off. We were in this bar in Saigon. And this kid comes up, this kid carryin'
a shoe shine box, and eh he says uh 'shine please, shine.' I said no,
eh an' uh, he kept askin' yeah and Joey said 'yeah,' and I went to get
a couple beers and the ki--the box was wired, and he opened up the box,
f#@kin' blew his body all over the place. And he's layin' there and he's
f#@kin' screamin', there's pieces of him all over me, jus like--! like
this. And I'm tryin' to pull em off you know? And ehe.. MY FRIEND IT'S
ALL OVER ME! IT'S GOT BLOOD AND EVERYTHING! And I'm tryin' to hold him
together I put him together his f#@king insides keep coming out, AND NOBODY
WOULD HELP!! Nobody help me. He sayin' plea I wanna go home I wanna go
home. He keeps callin' my name, I wanna go home Johnny, I wanna drive
my Chevy. I said well WHY I can't find your f#@king legs. I can't find
you legs. I can't get it out of my head. I fuc..I dream of seven years.
Everyday I have this. And sometimes I wake up and I dunno where I am.
I don't talk to anybody. Sometimes a day--a week. I can't put it out of
my mind...f#@king...I can't.......
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