Hey O'Brien, relax, would ya? I'm trying to read. It's O'Keefe. Is that right? Yeah,...

Frank Perconte: Hey O'Brien, relax, would ya? I'm trying to read. Pvt. Patrick O'Keefe: It's O'Keefe. Frank Perconte: Is that right? Pvt. Patrick O'Keefe: Yeah, Patrick O'Keefe. My friends call me Patty. [starts humming] Frank Perconte: Hey O'Brien, shut up! Pvt. Patrick O'Keefe: I told you, it's O'Keefe. Frank Perconte: Do you know why no one remembers your name? It's 'cause no one wants to remember your name! There are too many Smiths, DiMatos, and O'Keefes and O'Briens who show up here, replacing Toccoa men that you dumb replacements got killed in the first place! And they're all like you. They're all piss and vinegar. "Where are the Krauts at? Let me at 'em! When do I get to jump into Berlin?" Two days later, there they are with their blood and guts hanging out. Screaming for a medic, begging for their goddamn mothers! You dumb kids don't even know you're dead yet. Hey, you listening to me? Don't you know this is the best part of fuckin' war I've seen? I've got hot chow, hot showers, a warm bed. The way I see it, Germany is almost as good as being home. I even got to wipe my ass with real toilet paper today! So quit asking when you're gonna see some action, will ya? And stop with the fuckin' love songs! [pause] Frank Perconte: When'd you ship out? Two weeks ago? Pvt. Patrick O'Keefe: [quiet] Yeah. Frank Perconte: Its been two years since I've seen home. Two years. This fuckin' war.