Miyazaki:
Don't you ever complain, Sergeant?
Sgt. Steve Corey:
Sure.
Miyazaki:
I haven't heard you say a word yet.
Sgt. Steve Corey:
I'm in charge. I can't.
Miyazaki:
What did you do before the war?
Sgt. Steve Corey:
Complained.
Miyazaki:
Of what?
Sgt. Steve Corey:
Everything... The Depression, Hitler, downtown Cincinnati, my kid brothers. You want to swap life stories?
Miyazaki:
How many kid brothers?
Sgt. Steve Corey:
Two. Billy was killed in North Africa, Don just made the Marine Corps.
Miyazaki:
When did you make the Marine Corps?
Sgt. Steve Corey:
December 8, 1941, at 9 A.M.
Miyazaki:
What were you doing when the war started?
Sgt. Steve Corey:
Making love... to a 40-year old divorcee who made a career out of her figure.
Miyazaki:
I meant, *where* were you?
Sgt. Steve Corey:
Fountain Plaza hotel. Beach boy, towel dispenser, head gigolo all rolled into one. Yeah, that was a great life. Too bad there had to be a war.
Miyazaki:
Yes, isn't it? My folks would still be in their home in Long Beach... instead of the internment camp out by the Santa Anita racetrack. I suppose it's for our own protection. Maybe they're afraid we'll poison your gardens.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:43