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.

Beam_er: What the heck is that?

Beamer: Oh, I couldn't get Blogger to take this picture on My Photo Blog, so I put it here instead. That ok with you?

Beam_er: So this isn't going to be a daily routine is it?

Beamer: Not to worry. As soon as Blogger gets it's act together, We'll be back the way we were.

Beam_er: 'Cause you know how I handle change.

Beamer: Yeah, not well and terribly.

Beam_er: Exactly.


Beam_er: What are you going to have for breakfast?

Beamer: I was thinking about making some pancakes.

Beam_er: You always make pancakes.

Beamer: No I don't I had Oatmeal yesterday. You always eat Peanut butter Sandwhiches. So What?

Beam_er: Well, it calms me down.

Beamer: You know that is a very crazy Idea, even if does work. I think it is all physcosomatic.

Beam_er: You take that back.

Beamer: Do you know what psychosomatic means?

Beam_er: No, but you take that back.

Beamer: It means in your head. I think you, thinking that by eating Peanut butter sandwhiches, that is going to somehow calm you down, is all in your head.

Beam_er: Well your wrong. It all goes to my belly, so there.

Beamer: Your absolutely right. I stand corrected. Sheesh.