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Take cover!

Smithfield!

Joe!

Joe.

Joe. Joe. Corpsman!

Corpsman!

Mom?

Mom, what's going on?

Joe's dead.

The Union gunboats USS Westfield

and the USS Arkansas
fired on Vicksburg

from the Mississippi River.

Some of the unexploded
ordnance are still in the walls

of the mansions
that line the bluffs.

Isn't that dangerous?

Well, that's a good question.

'Cause a few years ago,

one of the unexploded munitions

exploded while the
family was out at church.

They say that was the last
shot fired in the Civil War.

How do you know all this?

I took U.S. Naval History
first year at the Academy.

Got to go.

Yeah, I love you, too.

Hey, Suze, what's the news?

Same old.

I was talking to my dad...

I thought you didn't
talk to him anymore.

No, uh, my navy dad;
My guardian. Sorry.

And, uh, he was talking
about the Siege of Vicksburg...

Hey, Susan! Susan!

Susan, when did
you get the news?

What can you tell us
about your brother, Susan?

How do you feel about it,
Susan? How's the family taking it?

Just give us a minute...
That's all we want.

Did your brother support
the war? Hey, Susan!

What do you think about the
war? What was that all about?

A Casualty Assistance Officer
came to the house last night.

My-my brother...

The one in Iraq?

Joe.

He got killed.

Susan, I'm so sorry.

Shouldn't you

be at home, or something?

I guess.

I just thought, you know,

school would beat
just staying at home,

and... you know,
thinking about it.

We have a test to take.

I didn't study.

We have 20 minutes before class.

I can tell you all
you need to know

about the Siege of Vicksburg.

Smithfield, USMC,

number 239495995.

Confirmed.

Preliminary cause of death...

Massive trauma to
the head and torso.

Place the deceased
in the body bag.

Uh... what happens
to him now, ma'am?

The remains will be transferred
to the mortuary in Baghdad.

They'll be put on the
first flight of opportunity.

I want to escort
him home, ma'am.

Corporal, there's no
way I'm going to allow you

to travel in your condition.

Captain, an hour ago you
told me I was doing fine.

Considering you just got shot.

There's risk of infection.

You're going to have to wait

for the next medical airlift

back to the States.

No, PFC Smithfield

is not going home alone, ma'am.

Someone will accompany the body.

Someone he doesn't know?

Joe needs to
know that I'm there.

I've got a medic rotating
back to the States.

I'll contact your unit
and have the orders cut.

He can accompany you and
the remains of PFC Smithfield.

Thank you, ma'am.

Thank you for
joining us, Lieutenant.

Sorry I'm late, sir. Traffic.

Factor gridlock

into your drive time.

Leave 20 minutes earlier.

Aye, sir.

I want you both
to look into this.

Anderson flak jacket.

There's been several reported
failures in the battlefield.

Headquarters Marine Corps has
authorized a JAGMAN investigation

to find out if there's a problem

with the design or
manufacture of the vest.

And if there is, sir?

I want charges filed
against those responsible.

What if they're civilians, sir?

Interface with the
civilian authorities.

Just get it done.

The Anderson vest has passed

all fragment simulating

projectile test
requirements, Lieutenant.

Research conducted
by the Marine Corps

and by independent
testing companies.

The vest is state-of-the-art.

Well, there have been
several failures reported

in the field, Mr. Anderson.

We make vests, Lieutenant.

We're not miracle workers.

An RPG hits a man,
nothing will save his life.

Nothing.

That's a little
cold, Mr. Anderson.

I regret the fact

that there are
casualties, Lieutenant.

But we have reached a
time when people think

that we can fight a
war without casualties.

So that if someone
dies, we think,

"Did something malfunction?

Is there someone to blame?"

We fight wars, and
men and women die.

That's the cost of doing
business on the battlefield.

What's wrong?

Uh...

Suze is in trouble.

A boy?

No, nothing like that.

Oh.

But, um, she just found out

that her brother
was killed in Iraq.

Oh, God, I'm sorry.

You know, Mattie,
the Marine Corps

have bereavement counselors

to help the family
out at times like this.

It's not that. It...

There were reporters
at the school, and...

Ah... they chased
her into the building

and asked her questions
like, "How do you feel?"

and "What do you
think of the war?"

And she said there are
reporters staking out her house

and calling her mom
all day and all night.

I was hoping that maybe you
could do something about it.

Like what?

I don't know, scare
the reporters away.

You're good at
that... Scaring people.

Well... persuading
people to do the right thing.

I mean, you convinced
me to live with you

after I knew you for
what, two months?

At least I think it's
the right thing to do.

It is.

It is.

The calls started

the night the Casualty
Assistance Officer

came to the house.

A reporter named Sean Parker
called at 3:00 in the morning.

He said he wanted to
send a news crew by

for a live interview
for the 7:00 a.m. news.

And...

I told him that I would
give him a statement,

but that I needed a few
hours to compose myself.

He wanted to catch me
off guard, Commander.

He wanted tears.

And my grief is my own.

That's my Uncle Matt.

Korea?

Mmm. That photo was
taken at Chosin Reservoir,

two days before he was wounded.

I had a great-grandfather

that fought at the
Battle of Belleau Wood,

a grandfather at Iwo Jima,
Uncle Matt at Chosin Reservoir

and the Second
Battle of Khe Sahn.

And my husband
in the First Gulf War.

If you don't mind me asking,

Mrs. Smithfield...?

He was... an intelligence
officer, and, uh...

he died of cancer
three years ago.

I'm sorry.

Well, I have him close by.

He's buried at Arlington.

Is your uncle, uh,

able to be with you?

He's flying in tomorrow.

So, you're handling this alone.

I have Susan.

Mrs. Smithfield, if there's
anything that I can do

to be of service, I'd be
more than happy to help.

I want you to help me

find a way to talk to these
reporters, Commander.

I want them to know
Joe for the man he was,

and not the headline
that they want him to be.

I try to talk about
Joe, and they just, uh...

they just want to know
if I think the war is wrong

now that I've lost my son.

And I try to tell them

how proud he was
to serve his country,

and they just want to know if
I think the president was lying

about the reasons
we went into Iraq.

What can I do?

I think it's important
that my voice be heard,

and I need you to help me
tell my story on my terms.

I don't want to look
like I'm running away,

or-or that I'm
ashamed of something.

I want to have my say.

I'll do what I can,

but I-I can't promise a miracle.

I no longer believe in
miracles, Commander.

Our intel was bad, Captain.

What was the
source of the intel?

A local, sir: Tariq Farad.

We'd used him before
with good results.

Where is he now? Unknown, sir.

He disappeared a few
hours before the firefight.

Sir, I accept
full responsibility

for Private First Class
Smithfield's death.

Did you start this
war, Sergeant?

No, sir. Did you
follow the direct orders

as they were given? Yes, sir.

Then you're not responsible.

You and your squad
will be going back to Tifka

to find those who
were responsible

for PFC Smithfield's death.

You're to bring them to justice.

If they resist, sir?

The use of deadly
force is authorized.

Aye, aye, sir.

You chased her down

like she was a wanted felon.

It was a public place.

Susan Smithfield is a child.

You were at her high school.

Her brother had just died.

The boy who was killed is
fourth generation Marine Corps.

16 members in all
served in six wars.

Four killed in action.

I mean, the Smithfield
family is news.

You had a crew outside
of her house at 4:00 a.m.

Ever hear of a deadline?
What's you connection with this?

Mrs. Smithfield

is prepared to give you

a statement on camera.

Questions to follow?

Not at this time.

Look inside the house?

Few home videos, chat
with the grieving daughter?

No. Okay, I'm not interested.

I thought you said the
Smithfield family was news.

Look, a few canned sentiments
doesn't mean diddly-squat.

"My son Joe was the most
wonderful boy in the world.

"Everyone loved him.

He was proud to give
his life for his country."

That's just not news.

What is? The human cost

of political calculation...
That's news.

Right there.

Used mortars and
rocket-propelled grenades

at the uprising which
began this morning.

Two American soldiers were
wounded in the intense battle...

We ballistically tested the
Anderson vest on six occasions.

It surpassed
spec-threat requirements

every time with flying colors.

We had this vest
confiscated from Iraq

for a postmortem investigation.

PFC Smithfield was
killed in Iraq two nights ago.

He was caught within ten
feet of an RPG explosion.

As you can see, his vest did
not provide adequate protection.

Well, what accounts
for the failure, sir?

That's what we're
going to find out.

Working hypothesis?

That the vest we
tested and this vest

were built to a
different standard.

Cause?

Individual malfunction.
Cost cutting.

Chance. It's hard to tell.

Colonel, I want to be there
when you conduct that test.

You got it, Lieutenant.

You talk to Mrs. Smithfield?

Yeah. She's a strong woman.

Lost her husband and her son.

Bet she's glad to
have you around.

How did you learn, Mattie,

about your mom's death?

I got a... call in the
middle of the night.

Last time I heard from my
dad for about... six months.

And after that,
people kept telling me

how bad they felt,
how sad they were,

but I didn't care
how sorry they were.

I just missed my mom...

and I had no one to talk to.

It's been 18 months.

You want to talk about it now?

What's the point? She's gone.

Mattie, you're going to have
to talk about it eventually,

'cause if you don't come to
grips with your mom's death,

you're not going to be able
to go on with your own life.

I never dealt with
my father's death.

You know, for years,
I kept telling myself

that he was still alive.

Even when I found out
that he was dead, I...

I never dealt with it,

and it hurt me, big.

How?

I never let anybody close.

Well, you let me in.

Of course I did.
What am I thinking?

What am I, a science project?

No.

What happens when
you get bored with me?

You been talking to Mac?

What's that supposed to mean?

Nothing.

What is it with you and Mac?

I mean, Jen says
you love her, but I...

You've been talking to Petty
Officer Coates about me?

A lot.

Well, I mean, there's
a lot to talk about.

What do you expect? We're girls.

I-I-I-I don't want to
deal with this right now.

Yeah, I know, you
want to talk about me.

Remind me again: exactly, uh,

why are you here?

Because you love me...

and hey...

you can trust me not to tell Jen

anything you wouldn't
want to tell me about Mac.

I am real serious
about keeping my word.

You tell me it's secret,
and it stays that way.

I thought I said I didn't
want to talk about me.

Too late. We're there.

Look, Mac and my
relationship is, uh, complicated.

Do you love her?

Yes.

How come you aren't
dating her anymore?

Is it because of me?

Are you afraid to
bring a girl home?

No. Look, I'll... keep
it simple for you.

Mac and I have
never been able to...

close the divide.

I guess it goes back
to, uh, what I said earlier,

not having closure.

But we're working on it.

Anyway, uh, Mrs. Smithfield
has asked me to be there

when the Casualty Assistance
Officer visits her tonight.

And, uh, I was wondering
maybe you'd like to come along.

You could, uh, hang with Susan.

I'm not good at
that kind of stuff.

What kind of stuff?

Death and all.

Your son's body

will arrive at Dover
Air Force Base

in Delaware at 0830
tomorrow, ma'am.

That's 8:30 a.m.

Mrs. Smithfield is aware
of military time, Gunner.

Yes, sir. Sorry, ma'am.

The body will be escorted by
Lance Corporal Walker Evans.

He served with your son in Iraq.

He was wounded
in the same firefight.

Well, how's the Lance Corporal
going to make the journey?

Lance Corporal insisted, sir.

There's a medic
on board with him.

The aircraft will be
met with full honors.

A Sergeant Major
and an Honor Guard

will accompany PFC Smithfield

to the Charles C. Carson Center

for Mortuary Affairs.

The center will prepare
the body for burial.

When will I see my son?

You may not want to, ma'am.

There's a recommendation
not to view.

Thank you for your candor.

His personal effects will be
returned to you at that time.

Since your son died in combat,

he is eligible for burial in
Arlington National Cemetery.

Well, that would be my wish.

My husband is buried there.

If there's any way the
graves can be close together...

I'll see what we can do, ma'am.

When will this happen, Gunner?

Sergeant Major will inform me

when he's completed
his preparations, sir.

Then the body will go
where Mrs. Smithfield directs

with the appropriate escort.

Ma'am... no marine
goes home alone.

What do you say, Tariq?

Cubans?

What do you want?

Cuban cigars are 40 bucks
a pop on the black market.

What's the price of an
American life these days, Tariq?

500? A thousand?

I-I did nothing wrong.

I just sent a man
home packed in ice

thanks to your bad intel, Tariq.

Give me one reason
you should live.

Okay, okay, okay, um...

I will have good
intel this time, okay?

I can tell you exactly where to
find the men you're looking for.

This time it will be
the truth, I promise.

Tell me where to find 'em.

Let us pray.

Lord, we gather

to humbly ask your blessings
over this fallen marine.

Joseph Smithfield gave his life

so that others may be free.

You have said, "No
greater love has a man

than to lay down his
life for his friends."

Because of his
ultimate sacrifice,

we ask that you
surround and embrace him

with your tender mercies.

Extend your hand of consolation

over his friends and
family who mourn him.

Amen.

Column right! March!

Present! March!

Order! March!

Lance Corporal Evans?

Yes, ma'am.

I'm Joe's mother.

My condolences, ma'am.

Thank you. This is
Commander Rabb.

Pleased to meet you, sir.

I've brought
letters from the men

who served with your son.

Thank you.

You've come a long way with him.

Joe and I had a pact, ma'am.

If one of us was
to get hurt or...

It's a comfort knowing

you never left his side.

How are you feeling?

Oh, nothing I can't
handle, ma'am.

Were you with Joe
the night he was killed?

Yes, ma'am.

I want to know what happened.

I want to know how he died.

RPG, ma'am.

Never saw it coming.

Did he suffer?

He was gone when we got to him.

What was your
mission, Lance Corporal?

There'd been a suicide
bombing the day before,

out in front of
a police station.

We got word that the people

who planned the attack
were holed up in a house

in Tifka.

It was bad intel, sir.

We walked right into a trap.

Was PFC Smithfield
the only casualty?

Yes, sir, other
than me getting hit.

Did you complete your mission?

No, sir. We never
got the planners...

or the ones who shot the RPG.

There's still unfinished
business back there, sir.

Would you take these for
me, Lieutenant? Yes, sir.

What do you have, sir?

My findings are only
preliminary... an educated guess.

Understood, Colonel.

The vest worn by PFC Smithfield

and the vest from the dummy

both are of inferior quality

and show probabilities of
incapacitation here and here.

The vest we tested 18 months ago

defeated fragments
at a much greater

explosive velocity than an RPG

and still passed the
spec-threat requirements.

What can explain that, sir?

When it was learned that many of
the Army Reserve units deployed to Iraq

didn't receive vests, the
company that manufactures

the Anderson vest
went into high gear.

It's possible there
was a degradation

in quality of materials
or quality assurance.

How long will it take to perform

the additional testing
to determine that?

Several months.

MacKENZIE: We've completed
our preliminary investigation, sir.

It appears there
may be anomalies

in the production of
the Anderson vest.

Anomalies? What the
hell does that mean?

Well, deficiencies, sir,
but we won't know for sure

until additional laboratory
testing is complete.

In several months, sir.

We send our people to war,

we want to give them
the best equipment:

best tanks, best aircraft,
hell, the best damn boots.

"Several months" is
several months too long

to wait for an
answer... Is that clear?

Affirmative, Admiral.

We'll convey your
message to Aberdeen.

See that you do.

Hey, Bud, you okay?

I'm fine, sir.

You sure?

I thought I'd put
it behind me, sir...

What happened
on the battlefield.

Where did you get these?

They're for a case
that I'm working on, sir.

A PFC Smithfield
was a recent casualty.

Yeah. Was killed four days ago.

Firefight with the
fedayeen in Tifka.

How did you know?

I'm helping out the
family. You should know

that there's a question about
the quality of his vest, sir.

Let me know if you
hear anything, all right?

Yes, sir.

Seems like the death
of PFC Smithfield

touched a lot of
people's lives, sir.

You know, I was at, uh...
Bethesda Naval Hospital

last week for my annual
checkup on the leg.

The ward is filled
with new arrivals.

First thing you see when
you get off the elevator

on the fifth floor is
the Wall of Heroes.

The P.T.s, they put
up photos of the men

that they're working
with, you know:

the burn cases, the
shrapnel victims...

a lot of amputees.

I spoke with a nurse

who took care of
me when I was there.

She says that the average
age of the men that they treat

is 23 years old, sir.

That is just too damn young,

and there's not a thing
that we can do about it.

♪ ♪

The time of departure

is 0800 tomorrow.

A 46 will insert you
at Wadi al Harish.

You will wait there until 1900,

then make your way into
Tifka under cover of darkness.

You got it, Sergeant. Aye, sir.

The suspects are
located in a house

at the edge of the village.

Any questions?

How reliable is
the intel, Sergeant?

I have reason to
believe that it's excellent.

Your mission is to
take these men alive.

Failing that, follow your R.O.E.

I received a communication

from PFC Smithfield's
mother this morning,

thanking each of you

for your letters of condolence

that Lance Corporal
Evans carried with him.

Mrs. Smithfield
sends her blessings...

and her fervent prayers

for your safe return
to the United States.

I don't want to have to write

another letter to
another mother.

Mr. Parker. Hey.

I'm a little busy
now, Commander.

Look, I promised Mrs. Smithfield

she'd have an opportunity
to tell her story. Is that right?

What are you, my
assignment editor?

I need you to help
me with this, Sean.

What do I get?

You ever been up in a F-14?

No.

It's one hell of a ride.

Nothing like it in the world.

You could arrange a flight?

I'll take you up myself.

First, we'll go supersonic,

then, at high altitude,

we'll pull a sustained
"G" in a high G-turn.

Lastly, we'll go zero-G.

That's negative gravity.

You can watch a
nickel float in the cockpit.

It's one hell of a
photo-op, Mr. Parker.

You call me when you're ready.

All right. You'll be
hearing from me.

You'll be hearing from
me about a time and place

for Mrs. Smithfield's interview.

Don't forget your barf bag.

All right, listen up.

Do your best to
bring 'em out alive.

You guys ready?

Go, go, go!

Good luck.

Harm... this outfit...

is not me.

What are you talking
about? You look great.

Oh, easy for you to say.

You wear the same
outfit all year long.

Mattie... patently not true.

Blues in the winter,
whites in the summer,

peanut butters on duty.

Whatever that is.

Khaki.

Why didn't you
just call it that?

Then, of course, there's
the, uh, dress mess uniform

which has a gold
cummerbund, and, uh, camos,

and then there's, uh,
flight suits and, uh...

you know, various other looks.

Harm, are you
sure that I have to...

go to this thing tonight?

Fine, Matilda,

but you call Mrs.
Smithfield yourself

and you tell her why
you're not coming.

And then you can call Susan
and tell her that you're a chicken.

Harm, sometimes you forget

that I'm not a
part of your army.

Never say "army" to a navy man.

It provokes a bad result, okay?

It's important that
you're there, Mattie,

to show your love
and support. I know.

But... what am I
going to say, Harm?

You don't have to say anything.

Your presence there is enough.

I know this sounds
stupid, but...

I have a really hard
time being around people

who break down
and cry and stuff.

This isn't a night
for tears, Mattie.

This is a night
to celebrate a life.

Commander, Mattie...
Please, come in.

Mrs. Smithfield,

I'm so sorry about Joe.

Oh, thank you, Mattie.

That means a lot.

Susan's upstairs.

Thanks.

I don't know what
we would have done

without you and Mattie.

She's been a good
friend to Susan.

It's been such a relief for her

to talk about everyday
things, you know.

Boys, mostly.

Boys? What boys?

Well, don't ask her,

'cause she won't tell you.

Joe had girlfriends
I never even met.

Forgive me.

Would you like
something to drink?

Oh, sure.

Beer would be fine.

Mattie seems very
grown up for her age.

Yeah, I'm not so sure
that's a good thing.

She, uh, she was
forced to grow up

a little too quickly, you know?

She kind of forgot what
it was like to be a kid.

Well, whatever the problems,
you're lucky to have her.

Well, I love having
her in my life.

I just...

I don't always know
what to do with her.

Well, none of us
know, Commander.

It's trial and error.

Up until the day that Joe left

on that C-141 for Iraq,

I was... I was still
trying to figure him out.

Well, if you ever

want advice on how
to deal with Mattie,

you know where to find me.

And in the meantime,
treasure every minute.

They'll never come again.

Excuse me.

Uncle Matt.

I'm so glad you're here.

I know, Rachel.

Evening, ma'am.

Evening.

Come on in. All right.

Thanks for picking
me up, Gunner.

Here if you need anything, sir.

Commander Harmon Rabb,

I'd like you to meet my uncle,

Retired General
Matthew Smithfield.

A pleasure to meet
you, Commander.

The pleasure's all mine, sir.

I'd like to thank you
for all the support

that you've provided
for our family.

It was an honor, General.

Come on in.

You know, when
you're ready to talk,

I'm here.

You haven't known
me for that long,

but you can trust me.

Why, when you don't trust me?

What do you mean?

You never told me what
happened to your mom.

Like it's too close,
or something,

because it happened to you.

Well, this is happening to me.

That's fair.

Well, after the accident
that killed my mom,

I went through a time

where I just tried to
pretend like it didn't happen.

Yeah, I know.

You have your father to hate

for what happened to your mom.

Who am I supposed to hate for
what happened to my brother?

Well, Harm says when you
don't deal with death and stuff,

it makes it hard to
have relationships.

After my mom died, I
couldn't ever talk about it.

I just got angry

with the whole world,
and I stayed that way.

Except for Harm.

I even get mad at
him, too, sometimes.

And sometimes he gets this look,

like, "What am I
doing with this brat?"

Now he's talking to my dad.

I'm afraid that if my
dad gets any better,

Harm's going to
send me home to him.

I pray every night
that it doesn't happen.

I prayed that God wouldn't
let cancer take my dad.

Then I prayed

that my brother
would be safe in Iraq.

Since Joe got
killed... I can't pray.

- Commander Rabb?
- Good evening, sir.

Come on in.

Thank you two both for coming.

Mrs. Smithfield...

Ma'am, these marines
served with Joe.

This is Private First
Class Barksdale.

She's stationed
at Camp Pendleton

with the First FSSG.

Pleased to meet you, ma'am.

My condolences.

This is Private First
Class Cartwright.

He's stationed in Yuma
with the HMLA 361.

I'm sorry for your loss, ma'am.

Thank you both for coming.

Are you all hungry?

I was born hungry, ma'am.

Well, there's beer and
sandwiches in the kitchen.

Tell me something, Commander.

Was it worth it?

Sir?

His getting killed.

I don't know, General.

Was Chosin
Reservoir worth it, sir?

A frozen piece of worthless
North Korean real estate.

You know I fought there?

Yes, sir, I do.

Over 1,600 marines

died at Chosin.

We drew the line in
Korea, Lance Corporal.

This far and no further.

We're fighting

a new enemy now, sir.

We're sending a new message.

Attack us, and
we'll come after you.

You can't hide.

So, was your nephew's
death worth it, sir?

I'll say this... it won't be if
we don't stay the course.

We can't let a handful of thugs

run us out of Iraq, sir.

Donna?

I'm sorry, ma'am.

For what?

Marines don't cry.

You're the only one who
hasn't told me a story.

I'm having a hard time
finding the words, ma'am.

Were you in love with him?

Yes, ma'am.

Thing was, we... didn't
have a lot of time together.

A night here and there.

A weekend once.

Joe took me to the
Del Coronado Hotel.

I stayed there many
years ago with Joe's father

when he was
stationed at Pendleton.

Then you know how
special that night was.

Yeah.

Joe got an ocean-view room.

Cost him two weeks' pay.

Did you have plans together?

He was going to see
me when he got back.

I don't know where
it would have gone,

but I'd like to think

somewhere.

You must be proud of him.

I am.

You raised him good.

Why do you say that?

'Cause of the
type of guy he was.

Funny.

And real kind.

I can see that in you, ma'am.

I just...

I keep thinking of what me and
Joe might have had together.

All that's gone now.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

You will find happiness someday.

What about you?

I had my happiness early.

Friends, we have
gathered here to praise God

and to witness our faith
as we celebrate the life

of Private First Class
Joseph Smithfield.

We have come together in grief,
acknowledging our human loss.

May God grant us grace,

that in pain we
may find comfort,

in sorrow, hope,

in death, resurrection.

Oh, God, all that you
have given us is yours.

As first you gave
Joseph Smithfield to us,

now we give Joseph
Smithfield back to you.

Receive Joseph Smithfield
into the arms of your mercy.

Raise Joseph Smithfield
up with all your people.

Receive us also, and
raise us into a new life.

Help us so to love and
serve you in this world

that we may enter your joy
in the world to come. Amen.

This flag is presented on
behalf of a grateful nation

as a token of our appreciation

for the honorable
and dutiful service

rendered by your son.

Thank you.

Right face!

Port arms!

Ready!

Aim!

Fire!

Aim! Fire!

Aim! Fire!

Present arms!

Order arms!

Thank you.

What will you do now?

Remember him for
the rest of my life.

Mrs. Smithfield, my
name is Sean Parker.

Nice to meet you, Mr. Parker.

I'd like to tell you
about my son.

Joe comes from a
family of marines...

His father, his grandfather,
his great-grandfather.

And he was so very
proud to serve his country.

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