lieutenants kaffee and weinberg?
i'm corporal howard, ma'am, i'm to escort you to the windward side of the base.
i've got some camouflage jackets in the back of the jeep, sirs, i'll have to ask you both to put them on.
regulations, sir. we'll be riding pretty close to the fenceline. the cubans see an officer wearing white, they think it's someone they might wanna take a shot at.
we'll just hop on the ferry and be over there in no time.
yes sir, to get to the other side of the bay.
is there a problem, sir?
yes sir.
corporal jeffrey owen howard, marine barracks windward, guantanamo bay, cuba.
being late for platoon or company meetings, keeping his barracks in disorder, falling back on a run.
yes sir. we were doing seven man assault drills, and my weapon slipped. it's just cause it was over a hundred degrees and my palms were sweaty and i'd forgot to use the resin like we were taught.
that night the guys in my squad threw a blanket over me and took turns punching me in the arm for five minutes. then they poured glue on my hands. and it worked, too, 'cause i ain't never dropped my weapon since.
yes sir.
yes sir.
all the time, sir.
no sir.
no, sir.
dawson wouldn't allow it, sir.
the guys talked tough about santiago, but they wouldn't go near him. they were too afraid of dawson, sir.
yes sir.
'cause dawson'd kick my butt, sir.
yes sir.
yes sir.
sir?
sir, you see, code red is a term we use -- it's just used down at gitmo, sir. i don't know if it actually --
no sir.
no sir. no books, sir.
lt. kaffee, that's not in the book, sir.
i guess i just followed the crowd at chow time, sir.
thank you, sir.