Lt. Driscoll:
Sergeant Zack...
Sergeant Zack:
Yeah?
Lt. Driscoll:
I, uh - I'd like to swap helmets with you.
Sergeant Zack:
Oh, yeah? Why?
Lt. Driscoll:
Well, it sounds a little silly, but, uh, I thought maybe if I wore your helmet, it'd, uh, bring me the same kind of luck it's brought you.
Sergeant Zack:
I'd be crossing the Army if I brought you luck to live.
Lt. Driscoll:
Sergeant, I've, uh.. changed my mind about a lot of things in the past hour.
Sergeant Zack:
You'd have to change a lot more than your mind to get my steel pot.
Lt. Driscoll:
You're too dumb to be an officer, so you take it out on us. You're a sorehead, and you're jealous. That's why you hate any officer.
Sergeant Zack:
Look, I'll tell you about an officer. And he wasn't any 90-day Act of Congress like you. He was a colonel, and he didn't *have* to be there. On D-day in Normandy, when you were wearing bars in the States and we were pinned down for three hours by Kraut fire, this colonel - Colonel Taylor - he got up on Easy Red Beach, and he yelled, There are two kinds of men on this beach: those who are dead... and those who are about to die. So let's get off the beach and die inland.
Sergeant Zack:
[pauses]
*That* officer I'd give my steel hat to any day.
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