The Pacific2010

PFC Robert Leckie:
[in Leckie's 'library,' he sees Sledge picking up a Bible and chuckles] Now that explains it. You're a believer.

Eugene B. Sledge:
Yes.

PFC Robert Leckie:
OK, question: God created everything, right? The heavens, seven seas, Marine Corps... [gestures to the sleeping Runner] Sleeping Beauty there...

Eugene B. Sledge:
[chuckles] Even him.

PFC Robert Leckie:
Land crabs, rats, mosquitoes...

Eugene B. Sledge:
Mosquito's a little tough to understand, I guess.

PFC Robert Leckie:
God created Japs too, right? [Eugene's smile fades] Yellow slants who've tried to kill me on many occasions. Japs come from the garden of Eden too?

Eugene B. Sledge:
Well, what we do is up to us. He gives us a choice.

PFC Robert Leckie:
Free will, right. 'Cept he's God, of course, so he knows what we're gonna do before we do it.

Eugene B. Sledge:
Predestination.

PFC Robert Leckie:
So the whole game is fixed by the will of Gramps on his throne while we're down here for what? His entertainment? That makes us chumps, or God's a sadist and either way, I got no use for him.

Eugene B. Sledge:
So what do you believe in?

PFC Robert Leckie:
I believe in ammunition. [Eugene chuckles] Tell you what, though - since I'm not on speaking terms anymore, next time you're havin' a chat with the old geezer, can you ask him to sink a few Jap transports and have 'em all fall on their bayonets so I can get the f*** out of here and go home? Sure would appreciate it. [Eugene turns to leave and puts the Bible back] You go ahead and keep it. Don't know what I have it in the first place.

Eugene B. Sledge:
No thanks. [goes to the mouth of the tent] Got my own. [holds it up and leaves]