When I was in the hospital, I thought, yeah - yeah, this makes sense.

What makes sense?

Because I failed, Timmy.

What are you talking about?

Because I - I killed some - people; I made some terrible - mistakes!

Oh, for Christ's sake, Ronnie, we all made mistakes. I mean, you - you had no choice. That's something that those goddamn pansy demonstrators ain't never gonna understand! Now, you don't even have to talk about it, Ronnie; I mean, it was insane over there! It was crazy!

Sometimes I wish, I wish I'd - The first time I got hit, I was shot in the foot. I could have laid down, I mean - who gives a **** now if I was a hero or not? I was paralyzed, castrated that day; why? It was all so - stupid! I'd have my dick and my balls now, and some days, Timmy - some days I think I'd give everything I believe in - everything I got, all my values, just to have my body back again, just to be whole again. But I'm not whole; I never will be, and that's - that's the way it is, isn't it?

[after a slight pause]

For Christ's sake, Ronnie, it's your birthday. You're alive. You made it! Smile.