Original subtitles

(sparks hissing)

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- [Drill Instructor] Five, four, three, two, one.

"Failure to React."

- Roger, Sergeant Major.

Understood, Sergeant Major.

You want me to give you a call back after I-

go fuck myself?

IG's coming today.

- Won't be wearing this ever again.

Motherfucker!

- Evans, get your limp dick in here, now!

- [Evans] Moving, Drill Sergeant.

- Hurry up!

- About this training accident that happened today,

it's my understanding the drill sergeant here

deployed an artillery simulator

during a React to Indirect Fire lane

and instructed you to move in a safe direction.

Is that right?

- No, Drill Sergeant, it was thrown directly at me.

- It wasn't at you, genius.

It's literally called React to Indirect Fire.

You were supposed to react!

- Instead, you chose to disregard that order

and go hide behind a tree less than 20 meters away.

- I was already behind the tree

when the sim round landed next to me, Drill Sergeant.

(cup clattering)

- What's the point in teaching battle drills

if you're just gonna sit there with your thumb up your ass?

React!

- While Drill Sergeant was instructing fundamentals,

you disregarded orders.

And while we're both upset that you got injured,

I wanna make one thing clear:

it was your poor decision making that led to your injuries.

- But I was instructed to wait behind the tree.

- And react!

(items clattering)

React, damn it!

- At ease, Evans.

Evans, I'm just disappointed

that the unfortunate decision you made,

or lack thereof, is probably gonna lead to

you being chaptered on a failure to adapt.

- My decision?

I'm getting chaptered out?

This is all his fault.

Look at me!

- Hey, genius, I deemed your position exposed

and gave you very clear instructions on where

and how far to move.

You chose to ignore those instructions.

Pull your head outta your fourth point of contact!

That's a goddamn chapter if I've ever seen one!

Look, you're fucking fine.

What, are you daggon Beethoven?

Fucking Vincent Van Gogh?

You're fine!

(chair clatters)

- He threw the sim round at me.

I'm not going down for this.

(drill sergeant snarling)

- Maybe you don't have to.

It sounds like we both agree

that it's in your best interest

to say that this was nobody's fault.

Understood, Private?

How about this?

What if some of the other trainees

misunderstood the instructions

and they accidentally ran in the direction of the RDC?

Maybe you selflessly ran towards the danger

to warn your buddies.

I mean, hell, I'd have to dig in the regulation, but

I think we might be able to

qualify you for a Soldier's Medal.

- What do you say, Evans?

Wanna be a hero?

- No, okay.

How about this?

I noticed you've been getting a little thin lately.

What about, I don't know,

double rations in the chow hall?

- Drill Sergeant, I can barely wolf down that slop now.

- Jesus Christ.

Okay, I will personally take your next Fire Guard Watch

and I won't skull fuck you in your sleep

- Deal, Drill Sergeant.

- Great.

Now get the fuck outta here

before I shove an artillery sim so far up your ass

that I give a whole new meaning to the term

explosive diarrhea.

- Yes, Drill Sergeant.

- You got two seconds, one, two, go!

- Light work.

- [Soldiers] At ease!

- Talked to Sergeant Major,

smoothed the whole sim round thing out.

You boys are good, investigation got nixed.

- Are you fucking kidding me?

(drill sergeant shouts)

(mellow electronic music)

(mellow electronic music continues)

- [Drill Instructor] Present, arms.

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