I've been the hell.
The thing is, when you're self-destructing, it looks like it's the world's fault. Like you're dealt a series of shit hands, but that's not real.
It was all on me. All of it.
I realized my only way out of hell was to take responsibility for what i had become.
You are responsible for this.
Take responsibility for what you're doing.
(i'm going to recommend the disciplinary committee that you'll be
expeled. mr Simms, you are a cover-up artist,and you are a liar.)
but not a snitch!
no, i don't think i will.
this is such a crock of shit!
(please watch you language, mr Slade.you are in the Baird school,not a barracks.mr Simms ,i will give you one final opportunity to speak out.)
mr Simms doesn't want it.he doesn't need to be labeled "still worthy of being a Baird man".what the hell is that?what is your motto here?“boys,inform on your classmates,save your hide;anything short of the that,we're gonna burn you at the stake”?well,gentlemen,when the shit hits the fan,some guys run and some guys stay.here is Charlie facin' the fire,and there's George hidin' in big daddy's pocket.and what are you doin'?you're gonna reward George and dostroy Charlie.
(are you finished,mr Slade?)
no,i'm just gettin' warmed up.i don't know who went to this place,William Howard Taft, William Jennings Bryant,William Tell,whoever.their spirit is dead,if they ever had one,it's gone.you're buildin' a rat ship here,a vessed for seagoin' snitches.and if you think you're preoarin' these minnows for manhood,you better think again.because i say you are killin'the very spirit this insitution proclaims it instills.what a shame.what kind of a show you guys puttin' on here today?i mean,the only class in this act is sittin' next to me.i'm here to tell you that this boy's soul is intact.it's non-negotiable.you know how i know?someone here and i'm not gonna say who,offered to buy it.only Charlie here wasn't sellin'.
(sir you are out of order.)
i show out of order.you don't know what is out of order ,mr Trask.i'd show,but i'm too old,i'm too tired,too fuckin' bilind.if i were the man i was five years ago'i'd take a flamthrower to this place!out of order? who the hell you think you are talkin' to?i've been around,you know?there was a time a could see.and i have seen.boys like these,younger than these,their arms torn out,their legs ripped off.but there is notin'like the sight of an amputated spirit.there is no prosthetic for that.you think you're merely sendin' this splendid foot soldier back home to Oregon with his tail between his legs.but i say you are executin' his soul!and why?because he's not a Baird man.Baird man.you hurt this boy. you're gonna be Baird burns,the lot of you.and Harry,Jimmy,Trent,wherever you out there,fuck you too.
(stand down,mr Slade!)
i'm not finished.as i came in here,i heard those words:"cradle of leadership".well,when the bough breaks,the cradle will fall.and it has fallen here.it has fallen.makes of men,creators of leaders,be careful what kind of leaders you're productin' here.i don't know if Charlie's silence here today is right or wrong;i'm not a jugde or jury.but i can tell you this:he won't sell anybody out to buy his future!and that,my friend,is called integrity.that's called courage.now that's the stuff leaders should be made of.now i have come to the crossroads in my life .i always knew what the right path was.without exception,i knew,but i never took it.you know why?it was too damn hard.now here is Charlie.he come to the crossroads.he has chosen a path. it's the right path.it'a path made of principle...that leads to character.let him continue on his journey.
Lt. Col. Frank Slade : Out of order, I show you out of order. You don't know what out of order is, Mr. Trask. I'd show you, but I'm too old, I'm too tired, I'm too fuckin' blind. If I were the man I was five years ago, I'd take a FLAMETHROWER to this place! Out of order? Who the hell do you think you're talkin' to? I've been around, you know? There was a time I could see. And I have seen. Boys like these, younger than these, their arms torn out, their legs ripped off. But there isn't nothin' like the sight of an amputated spirit. There is no prosthetic for that. You think you're merely sending this splendid foot soldier back home to Oregon with his tail between his legs, but I say you are... executin' his soul! And why? Because he's not a Bairdman. Bairdmen. You hurt this boy, you're gonna be Baird bums,……