BBull
[to Lt. Winters, as Easy Company is marching one Friday night] Sir, we got nine companies, sir.
BBull
Well, how come we’re the only company marching every Friday night, twelve miles, full pack, in the pitch dark?
Why do you think, Private Randleman?
BBull
Lieutenant Sobel hates us, sir!
[pauses a moment] Lieutenant Sobel does not hate Easy Company, Private Randleman – he just hates you! [the rest of Easy Company laughs]
[After hearing of Sobel's court martial of Winters, the NCO's of Easy Company meet and prepare to turn in their stripes in protest]
Now, if we are all going to go through with this, we all have to be aware of the consequences.
I don't care about the consequences.
John. We could be lined up against a wall and shot. Now, I'm ready to face that. And the rest of you better be, too.
[All the NCO's are silent for a few moments; Guarnere looks pointedly at Lipton.]
[Regarding Sobel] I will not follow that man into combat.
[The other NCO's all nod in agreement.]
Alright, then. Let's do it.
[All the NCO's take individual pieces of paper and pencils. Guarnere dictates what all of them write]
"I hereby...no longer wish to serve...as a Non-Commissioned Officer...in Easy Company." [they each then sign their individual papers and hand them to Lipton]
Alright then. Good luck. [leaves to take the papers to Col. Sink]
CCobb
Where'd you get that?
MMiller
It's the Presidential Distinguished Unit Citation. For, uh... for what the regiment did in Normandy.
CCobb
That's right. For what the regiment did. You weren't there.
HHoobler
Hey, hey, ease up on him, Cobb. It's a unit citation. [Miller removes his Citation ribbon and walks away. Bull picks it up, glaring at Cobb]
BBull
Shit, Cobb, you didn't fight in Normandy, neither.
CCobb
I got hit in the plane before I got a chance to jump.