You Can't Handle The Truth!
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 more responsibility here 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 that my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives. I know deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you don't 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 I provide, then question the manner in which I provide it. I prefer you said thank you, and went on your way, Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon, and stand to post. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to.
To a degree I want this type of military, i or anyone else doesnt need to know all the informatiopn that is spoonfeed to us today. If you could guarentee me that it would be shown and reported exactly in perfect context to the situation, then yes gato i would prefer it the otherway and send in the whole lot of reporters. but now we get tidbits and partly factual information that makes everyone of us jump to conclusions that are not necessarily true. We get the "opinion" of the reported instead of the facts from the reporter, and in many circumstances they are very differing.
