What is it? Nothing. Well, I'd better get back to Battalion before they disappear. You...

Ronald Spiers: What is it? Carwood Lipton: Nothing. Ronald Spiers: Well, I'd better get back to Battalion before they disappear. You want to ask me, don't you? Carwood Lipton: Ask you what, sir? Ronald Spiers: You want to know if they're true or not... the stories about me. Did you ever notice with stories like that, everyone says they heard it from someone who was there. But then when you ask *that* person, they say *they* heard it from someone who was there. It's nothing new, really. I bet if you went back two thousand years, you'd hear a couple of centurions standing around, yakking about how Tertius lopped off the heads of some Carthaginian prisoners. Carwood Lipton: Well, maybe they kept talking about it because they never heard Tertius deny it. Ronald Spiers: Well, maybe that's because Tertius knew there was some value to the men thinking he was the meanest, toughest son of a bitch in the whole Roman Legion. [Turns to leave] Carwood Lipton: Sir? These men aren't really concerned about the stories. They're just glad to have you as our CO. They're happy to have a good leader again. Ronald Spiers: Well, from what I've heard, they've always had one. I've been told there's always been one man they could count on. Led them into the Bois Jacques, held them together when they had the crap shelled out of them in the woods. Every day, he kept their spirits up, kept the men focused, gave 'em direction... all the things a good combat leader does. You don't have any idea who I'm talking about, do you? Carwood Lipton: No, sir. Ronald Spiers: Hell, it was you, First Sergeant. Ever since Winters made Battalion, you've been the leader of Easy Company. Oh, and you're not going to be First Sergeant much longer, First Sergeant. Carwood Lipton: Sir? Ronald Spiers: Winters put you in for a battlefield commission, and Sink approved on your behalf. You should get the official notice in a few days. Congratulations, Lieutenant.