Son, we live in a world that has walls, and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Who’s gonna do it? You? You have that luxury, you have the luxury of not knowing what I know.
If Lieutenant Kendrick gave an order that Santiago wasn’t to be touched then why did he have to be transferred?
And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives. You don’t want the truth because deep down you don’t talk about at parties, you want me on that wall. You need me on that wall.
We use words like honour, code, loyalty. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punch line. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the freedom I provide. I don’t give a damn what you think you are entitled to.
You can’t handle the truth!
