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TRANSMISSION FRAGMENT, ARDA Field Headquarters, March 14th, 1967.
Jim, I'm at my wit's end here. The guys you're giving me are stupid. They're idiots. Twenty-three years in the army and I swear to God we're at our lowest point.
No you listen to me. They cannot be out here touching everything they come across. New rule: Assume everything is acid. Everything. Oh is that right? You think I haven't heard that word before? Listen, my first deployment was Italy. I was fighting hand-to-hand in Monte Cassino a week after I arrived. You know where I was before that? I was in a goddamn camp on McNeil. Guys like you shipped me and my family to a camp in Washington because you thought we would turn against our own damn country. Twenty-three years and I am not going to die back in this stupid state because some pimpled private doesn't listen because YOU are not briefing your soldiers.
Now, you sort this out and you sort it out today. Or I take this all the way to the top. And if you think men who look like me don't complain, I'll show you just how far this can go. One of us has a Bronze Star and one of us has a plywood desk. Sort out your battalion and don't you ever, ever dare question my loyalty to this service or to this country ever again.
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