Platoon1986

Chris Taylor:
'Course Mom and Dad didn't want me coming here. They wanted me to be just like them - respectable, hard-working, a little house, a family. They drove me crazy with their God damned world, Grandma; you know Mom. I guess I've always been sheltered and special; I just wanna be anonymous like everybody else - do my share for my country. Live up to what Grandpa did in the first world war, and Dad did in the second. Well, here I am; anonymous, all right. With guys nobody really cares about. They come from the end of the line, most of them, small towns you've never heard of; Pulaski, Tenessee; Brandon, Missippi; Pork Bend, Utah; Wampum, Pennsylvania. Two years high school's about it. Maybe if they're lucky, a job waiting for them back at a factory, but most of them got nothin'. They're poor, they're the unwanted, yet they're fighting for our society and our freedom. It's weird, isn't it? They're the bottom of the barrel, and they know it. Maybe that's why they call themselves "grunts" 'cause a grunt can take it - can take anything. They're the best I've ever seen, Grandma; the heart and soul. But maybe I've finally found it, way down here in the mud. Maybe from down here I can start up again - be something I can be proud of without having to fake it; be a fake human being. Maybe I can see something I don't yet see or learn something I don't yet know. I miss you. I miss you very much. Tell mom I miss her, too. - Chris