A Few Good Men

After six months. We'd be dishonorably discharged, right sir?

Yes.

What do we do then, sir? We joined the Corps 'cause we wanted to live our lives by a certain code. And we found it in the Corps. And now you're asking us to sign a piece of paper that says we have no honor. You're asking us to say we're not Marines. If a judge and jury decide that what we did was wrong, I'll accept whatever punishment they give. But I believe I was riqht, sir . I believe I did my Job. And I won't dishonor myself, my unit, or the Corps, so that I can qo home in six months.
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Why do you like them so much?

'Cause they stand on a wall. And they say "Nothing's gonna hurt you tonight. Not on my watch."
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Private. Answer the Lieutenant's question.

Yes, Lieutenant. I was given an order by my squad leader, Lance Corporal Harold W. Dawson of the U.S. Marine Corps. And I followed it.
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Ever served in a forward area?

Ever put your life in another man's hands, ask him to put his life in yours?

We follow orders, son. We follow orders or people die. It's that simple.
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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.

Who's gonna do it? You? You, Lt. Weinberg?

I have a greater responsibility than you can 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 to a life spent defending something.

You use 'em 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 questions the manner in which I provide it! I'd 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're entitled to!