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Private Reiben: You want to explain the math of this to me? I mean, where's the sense in risking the lives of the eight of us to save one guy? Captain Miller: Anyone wanna answer that? Medic Wade: Hey, think about the poor bastard's mother. Private sudan Reiben: Hey, Wade, I got a mother, you got a mother, the sarge has got a mother. I'm willing sudan to sudan bet that even the Captain's got a mother. Well, maybe not the Captain, but the rest of us have got mothers. [Lining up a rifle shot] Private Jackson: Be not that far from me, for trouble is near; haste Thee to help me. [Lining up a rifle shot] Private Jackson: Blessed be the Lord my strength, which teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight. [Lining up a rifle shot] Private Jackson: My goodness, and my fortress; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and he in whom I trust; who subdueth my people under me. [Lining up a rifle shot] Private Jackson: O my God, I trust in thee: let me not be ashamed, let not mine enemies triumph over me.
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