China Beach1988

Pvt. Samuel Beckett:
[Beckett is preparing the body of a Colonel who died while enjoying K.C.'s 'services'] I found these among his personal effects. [Handing letters to Boonie and Hyers]

Boonie:
Col. Darling, we regret to inform you that your request for combat duty has been denied.

Jeff Hyers:
Dear Buster, the way we're fighting this war it seems like everyone is sleepwalking. My regrets that something so minor prevented your transfer. Best, Brigadier General Stanley.

Pvt. Samuel Beckett:
They don't give medals for sleepwalking. It'll keep you out of the bush, off the battlefield, but no gold, no ribbons. So... why here's one [picking up homemade ribbons] for all the paper cuts you got while you were filling out those carbon separated forms, in triplicate. Here's one for all the hours spent behind a desk sending official memorandums through the appropriate channels, and one tiny little ribbon for having died while not serving your country during a 'military police action'... which they refuse to call a war.

K.C.:
[Beckett offers a ribbon to K.C. and she pins it to the Colonels uniform] For imaginative and self-sacrificing action while engaged, for never abandoning your post, for the silly stupid, bad, heroic idea that this was some place that you wanted to come.