Sergeant JT Sanborn:
I'm not ready to die, James.
Staff Sergeant William James:
Well, you're not gonna die out here, bro.
Sergeant JT Sanborn:
Another two inches, shrapnel zings by, slices my throat, I bleed out like a pig in the sand. Nobody'll give a shit. I mean my parents - they care - but they don't count, man. Who else? I don't even have a son.
Staff Sergeant William James:
Well, you're gonna have plenty of time for that, amigo.
Sergeant JT Sanborn:
Naw, man.
Staff Sergeant William James:
You know?
Sergeant JT Sanborn:
I'm done. I want a son. I want a little boy, Will. I mean, how do you do it, you know? Take the risk?
Staff Sergeant William James:
I-I don't know. I mean, I just, uh... I guess I don't think about it.
Sergeant JT Sanborn:
Every time we go out, it's life or death. You roll the dice. You recognize that, don't you?
Staff Sergeant William James:
Yeah-yeah... Yeah, I do, but I don't know why, you know? Yeah...
Staff Sergeant William James:
[sighs]
I don't know, JT. You know why, you know... I'm the way I am?
Sergeant JT Sanborn:
No, I don't.
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