Ned Vizzini

"Are you okay?" "One second," I say. Tlose. My stomach hitches as I leave the table. What were you trying to do, soldier? I was trying to eat, sir! And what happened? I got caught thinking about some crap, sir! What kind of crap? How I want to live less than my parents' dog. Are you still concentrated on the enemy, soldier? I don't think so. Do you even know who the enemy is? I think... it's me. That's right. I have to concentrate on myself. Yes. But not right now, because now you're going to the bathroom to throw up! It's tough to fight when you're throwing up! |

Hey, soldier, what's the matter? I can't sleep and I can't eat, sir! How about I pump you full of lead, soldier, would that get you motivated? Can't say, sir! I'd probably still be unable to sleep or eat, just a little bit heavier from the lead. Get up there and fight, soldier! The enemy is there! The enemy is too strong. I can't fight them. They're too smart. You're smart too, soldier. Not smart enough. So you're just going to give up? That's the plan.