I have here the Marine Corps Outline for Recruit Training. I'd like you to turn to the chapter on "code reds".
Well, you see, sir, "code red" is a term we use, just down in Gitmo--
Oh, then, we're in luck. Marching Orders/Standard Operating Procedure, Rifle Security Company, Guatanamo Bay, Cuba. I'm sure we'll find it in there.
You won't find it in there, either, sir.
Cpl. Barnes, I'm a Marine. You mean to tell me there's no manual, no set of instructions that tells me, as a Marine, one of my duties is to perform "code reds?"
No, sir. No book, sir.
No further questions.
[As Ross returns to his seat, Kaffee gets up and snatches the Rifle Company SOP out of his hand]
Cpl. Barnes, turn to the page in this book that tells me how to get to the mess hall.
Lt. Kaffee, that's not in the book, sir.
You mean the whole time you've been at Gitmo, you've never had a meal?
No, sir. Three squares a day, sir.
Then how did you find the mess hall if it wasn't in this book?
Well, sir, like everybody else, I just followed the crowd at chow time, sir.
No further questions.
