Capt. Herbert Sobel:
[the company is in formation at Camp Toccoa]
You people are at the position of attention!
[Sobel walks up to Perconte, who presents his rifle for inspection]
Capt. Herbert Sobel:
Private Perconte, have you been blousing your trousers over your boots like a paratrooper?
Frank Perconte:
No, sir.
Capt. Herbert Sobel:
Then explain the creases at the bottom.
Frank Perconte:
[pause]
No excuse, sir.
Capt. Herbert Sobel:
Volunteering for the parachute infantry is one thing, Perconte, but you've got a *long* way to prove that you belong here. Your weekend pass is revoked.
[Sobel moves down the line to Luz]
Capt. Herbert Sobel:
Name.
George Luz:
Luz, George.
[he presents his rifle for inspection; Sobel examines it and tosses it back at him]
Capt. Herbert Sobel:
Dirt in the rear sight aperture. Pass revoked.
[Sobel moves down the line to Lipton]
Capt. Herbert Sobel:
When did you sew on these chevrons, Sergeant Lipton?
Carwood Lipton:
Yesterday, sir.
Capt. Herbert Sobel:
[holding up a single thread]
Long enough to notice this. Revoked.
Carwood Lipton:
Sir.
Capt. Herbert Sobel:
[Sobel moves on to Malarkey]
Name.
Donald Malarkey:
Malarkey, Donald G.
[he presents his rifle for inspection]
Capt. Herbert Sobel:
Malarkey. Malarkey's slang for "bullshit," isn't it?
Donald Malarkey:
Yes, sir.
Capt. Herbert Sobel:
[Sobel examines Malarkey's rifle, then tosses it back at him]
Rust on the buttplate hinge spring, Private Bullshit. Revoked.
[Sobel moves on to Liebgott]
Capt. Herbert Sobel:
Name.
Joseph Liebgott:
Liebgott, Joseph D., sir.
[he presents his rifle for inspection]
Capt. Herbert Sobel:
[Sobel pulls Liebgott's bayonet out of its sheath and examines it]
Rusty bayonet, Liebgott. You wanna kill Germans?
Joseph Liebgott:
Yes, sir.
Capt. Herbert Sobel:
[Sobel hits Liebgott's helmet with the bayonet]
Not with this.
[he walks out in front of the company and holds the bayonet up for every man to see]
Capt. Herbert Sobel:
I wouldn't take this rusty piece of shit to war, and I will not take *you* to war in your condition!
[he thrusts the bayonet into the ground]
Capt. Herbert Sobel:
Now, thanks to these men and their infractions, every man in the company who had a weekend pass... has lost it.
[pause]
Capt. Herbert Sobel:
Change into your PT gear, we're running Currahee.
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