Danny, you can’t die. You can’t die. You know why? ‘Cause you’re gonna be a father. You’re gonna be a daddy. I wasn’t supposed to tell you. You’re gonna be a father.
Yes, sir. It’s the kind of mission where you get medals, but they send ’em to your relatives.
Not anxious to die sir, just anxious to matter.
I should’ve died over there. When I was in that water, I made a deal with God. I told Him I was sorry, I told Him I knew I’d been a fool for leaving you and trying to go over there and be a hero, and I promised I’d never ask for anything again, if I could just see you one more time… And you know what? It was worth it. You kept me alive Evelyn; you brought me home. So I’m gonna stand by my end of the deal. I’m gonna walk away and I won’t ask you for anything… but I just want to know why… Just tell me that will you please? Just tell me why.
That’s what I want to come home to, that’s what I want to have to think about and dream about. I wanna know that the best part of my life is still ahead of me.
Oh, I… It’s not a problem with my eyes. I mean, I can see. I mean I can hit a runnin’ rabbit with a $3.00 pistol. I got a problem with letters, that’s all.
No, I had schooling. I mean, the teachers just never knew what to make of it, I… It’s just letters. I mix ’em up sometimes. That’s all. I mean, I just get ’em backword sometimes. Look here. My math and spatial reasoning and my verbal scores are all excellent.
Ma’am, I’m never gonna be an English teacher. But I know why I’m here: to be a pilot. And you don’t dogfight with manuals. You don’t fly with gauges. I mean, it’s all about feeling and speed, and lettin’ that plane become like a part of your body. And that manual says that a guy who’s a slow reader can’t be a good pilot. That file says I’m the best pilot in this room. Ma’am, please, don’t take my wings.
It’s not easy making friends here. Two days ago I had a beer with a couple of the RAF pilots. Yesterday both of them got killed.
I almost did die, you little son-of-a-bitch. And her face was the last thing that went through my mind.
Ma’am, I’m never gonna be an English teacher, but I know why I’m here, to be a pilot, and you don’t dogfight with manuals, you don’t fly with gauges, I mean it’s all about feeling and speed and lettin’ that plane become like it’s apart of your body, and that manual says that a guy who’s a slow reader can’t be a good pilot… that file says I’m the *best* pilot in this room… Ma’am, please… Don’t take my wings
Returning from the dead wasn’t all that I expected… but that’s life.
