KAFFEE
I want the truth.
JESSEP
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 there.
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 prefer 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.