We found these on some of your friends. [Drops identical bracelets on the table] Why were you all wearing them? It has something to do with the Connor camp.
It's a pass to get into the camp. You were going to send me there without it. They would have known what I was. [Grabs Allison by the neck] You lied to me. [Lifts Allison into the air]
And he ran. He ran so fast. Fast enough to get to that tank before it got to Kyle's position. Fast enough to blow it sky high. We rescued forty prisoners that day. One of them was John Connor. Martin was always a great runner, but no one -- no one could outrun a blast like that. He died, John. He died for you. We all die for you.
My father slept with a gun under his pillow. There was no pill for his sickness, no medicine to ease his mind. He left blood and sweat and part of his soul in a foreign land. My father never talked to me about the war he fought. He never talked to anyone. Ever vigilant, ever silent. I never thought I'd follow in his footsteps.
In 1678 doctors diagnosed a mental affliction soldiers suffered from as 'nostalgia' - homesickness, a longing to return to the past. The cruel reality of war is that there is no return home. No return to innocence. What is lost, is lost forever. Like my father, war's wounds have bled me dry. No words of comfort; no words of forgiveness. No words at all.
Jacob's daughter Dinah is raped by Shechem, Prince of Nablus. He falls in love with her. Shechem's father comes to Jacob and strikes a bargain to allow his son to marry Dinah.
