Well, that's a fine, intelligent point of view.
Suppose I said I always hated sergeants.
That'd make a lot of sense, wouldn't it?
You sure made a complete study of it.
Okay, suppose I did it.
And don't think it's a cinch.
You'd be here, I'd be in the States,
we'd be apart six months!
-We're sure to be into a war--
-Tell the truth.
You don't want the responsibility.
You're probably not even in love with me.
You're crazy! I wish I didn't love you.
Maybe I could enjoy life again.
So they were married
and lived unhappily ever after.
I've never been so miserable in my life
as I have since I met you.
Neither have I.
-I wouldn't trade a minute of it.
-Neither would I.
I'll probably make the lousiest officer
in this man's Army you ever saw.
You'll make a fine officer.
A remarkable officer.
Thank you.
Come here.
Can't you wait until we finish dinner?
Honey...
...I want to marry you.
You're a funny one.
Why's it funny if a guy
wants to marry you?
Because I'm a girl you met
at the New Congress Club.
That's about two steps
up from the pavement.
Well, what am I?
I'm a private, no-class dogface.
The way most civilians look at that,
that's two steps up from nothing.
Prew, I thought we were happy.
Why do you want to spoil things?
Look, I've got a year to go
before I re-enlist.
If I can swing sergeant's stripes by then,
they'll let me go back to the States.
We can go back together...
...if you'll wait.
How do you expect to become a sergeant
under Captain Holmes?
It's all you can do
to keep out of the stockade.
I'll fight.
You're not gonna fight.
It'd be worth it.
Prew, it's true we love each other now.
We need each other.
But back in the States
it might be different.
That ain't the real reason.
-All right, it's not.
-What is the real reason?
I won't marry you because
I don't want to be the wife of a soldier.
Well, that would be about the best
I could ever do for you.
Because nobody's going to stop me
from my plan. Nobody, nothing.
Because I want to be proper.
''Proper''?
Yes, proper.
In another year,
I'll have enough money saved.
I'll go back to my hometown in Oregon.
I'll build a house for my mother and myself.
Join the country club and take up golf.
I'll meet the proper man
with the proper position.
I'll make a proper wife
who can run a proper home.
Raise proper children.
I'll be happy because when you're proper,
you're safe.
You got guts, honey.
I hope you can pull it off.
I do mean it when I say I need you,
'cause I'm lonely.
You think I'm lying, don't you?
Nobody ever lies about being lonely.
And don't talk to me about a divorce.
Why? Because the scandal
would spoil your chances for a promotion?
I ask you once more: I want to know
who he is and where you met him.
I'm not going to tell you.
One thing I know: I know he's a civilian.
You'd be too discreet to pick an Army man.
I wonder which is hurt more,
your pride or your curiosity?
You can't know how I feel about this.
I wonder why men feel so differently
about it than women?
It's just not the same.
It's a lovely day. I think I'll go for a walk.
I hear you just got out of the stockade.
It was rugged.
Kept my mouth shut, didn't get in trouble.
Did you see Maggio?
Fatso's really got it in for Maggio.
He's using a billy, too.
In places where it won't show.
On the back, on the chest.
He's got it down to a system.
He kicks him a lot, too.
You know how Maggio's taking it?
He just keeps spitting in Fatso's eye.
Ain't he a hot one?
Well, he's a good man.
Fatso can't make a dent in him.
But, that Fatso, he's smart. He makes sure
the O.D. never sees nothing.
Why don't Maggio go to the O.D. himself?
We tried to get him to, but he won't peep.
That boy's the toughest nut in the woods.
You think he's going to be all right?
Well, maybe he's cracking, at that.
What do you mean?
After Fatso threw him in the Hole--
That's solitary...
...he started talking a couple of times