Schofield : Well, that's your medal sorted, then. Blake : What do you mean? Schofield : "Lance Corporal Blake showed unusual valour rescuing a comrade from certain death", blah, blah, blah. Blake : You reckon? Schofield : I do. Blake : Well, that'd be nice, since you lost yours. Schofield : I didn't lose mine. Blake : What happened to it, then? Schofield : Why do you care? Blake : Why do you not? Schofield : I swapped it with a French captain. Blake : Swapped it?! Schofield : Mm-hmm. Blake : For what? Schofield : Bottle of wine. Blake : Well, what did you do that for?! Schofield : I was thirsty. Blake : What a waste. You should have taken it home with you, you should have given it to your family. Men have died for that. If I got a medal, I'd take it back home; why didn't you just take it home--? Schofield : Look, it's just a bit of bloody tin! It doesn't make you special. It doesn't make any difference to anyone. Blake : Yes, it does. And it's not just a bit of tin. It's got a ribbon on it. [Schofield pauses and turns back to face Blake] Schofield : I hated going home. I hated it. When I knew I couldn't stay, when I knew I had to leave and they might never see-- [he chokes up, pauses, and walks off]

http://www.moviequotedb.com/movies/1917/quote_120392.html