When Trumpets Fade1998

Sgt. Talbot:
You know it's amazing really when you stop to think about it. Whole platoon fingers its way into the Factory and one guy makes it out to talk about it. You got twenty-five or thirty guys dead or dying and you walk out without a scratch on you.

Pvt. David Manning:
It's my lucky day.

Sgt. Talbot:
Yeah lucky. That's one way of looking at it.

Pvt. David Manning:
But not the only way, right Talbot?

Sgt. Talbot:
There isn't anything sacred with you, is there Manning?

Pvt. David Manning:
Warm dry feet.

Sgt. Talbot:
How'd you manage to get out Manning? Did you get cut off from the rest of your platoon? Trees get pretty thick out there? Did you get lost? Come on, what happened?

Pvt. David Manning:
You got something in that vat of yours, just spill it.

Sgt. Talbot:
Alright. Look it's like this. See, your routine isn't as seamless as you think it is. Always hanging back a little bit, never volunteering. Doing just enough to keep out of trouble, but never enough to really help out.

Pvt. David Manning:
[Sarcastic] I'm kind of an emotional guy.

Sgt. Talbot:
[Grabs Manning's shoulder] Get one thing f***ing straight, man. There is no hang-back now. You got a glob of greenies looking at you to keep 'em alive and if I find out that one of them answers the last muster because of your yellow streak, I will personally put a bullet in your brain.