Col. Jessep: "Son, we live in a world that has walls, and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Whose gonna do it? You? You, Lt. Weinburg? I have a greater responsibility than you could possibly fathom. You weep for Santiago, and you curse the marines.
You have that luxury.
You have the luxury of not knowing what I know.
That Santiago's death, while tragic, probably saved lives. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives.
You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that wall, you need me on that wall.
We use words like honor, code, loyalty. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something.
You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom that I provide, and then questions the manner in which I provide it.
I would rather you just said thank you, and went on your way, Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon, and stand a post.
Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to."
Beamer: I really liked that scene from that movie.
Beam_er: You know that movie was made 16 years ago.
Beamer: Yeah so.
Beam_er: There are people probably reading you right now that weren't even born when that movie was made and haven't a clue what you are talking about.
Beamer: What do you mean "read me"?
Beam_er: What do you mean what do I mean?
Beamer: You said people read me. What the heck?
Beam_er: You know, on this blog, they read what you say.
Beamer: Your starting to scare me.
Beam_er: What do you think I do with what we talk about in these sessions?
Beamer: Uhm, You put it in a post.
Beam_er: And then what?
Beamer: You put in a post and I go get a peanut butter sandwich.
Beam_er: I put it in a post and then people find us on the Internet and then they read what you and I have said.
Beamer: See that's the scary part. Them finding us. Can't we just hide somewhere on the Internet?
Beam_er: I don't think you have to worry about that.
BMW Rules ... B and B
Somethings happenin' here, But I ain't sure what yet.
Somethings happenin' here, But I ain't sure what yet.
From a Few Good Men
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From a Few Good Men
2008-06-13T03:40:00-07:00
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