You wanna explain the math of this to me? I mean, where's the sense of riskin' the lives...

Private Reiben: You wanna explain the math of this to me? I mean, where's the sense of riskin' the lives of the eight of us to save one guy? Captain Miller: Twenty degrees. Anybody wanna answer that? Medic Wade: Reiben, think about the poor bastard's mother. Private Reiben: Hey, Doc, I got a mother, all right? I mean, you got a mother. Sarge's got a mother. I mean, shit, I bet even the captain's got a mother. [he turns and looks at Miller, who has a bemused expression on his face] Private Reiben: Well, maybe not the captain, but the rest of us got mothers. Upham: "Theirs not to reason why, theirs but to do and die." Mellish: La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la. What the fuck is that supposed to mean, Corporal, huh? We're all supposed to die, is that it? Captain Miller: Upham's talking about our duty as soldiers. Upham: Yes, sir. Captain Miller: We all have orders, and we have to follow 'em. That supersedes everything, including your mothers. Upham: Yes, sir. Thank you sir. Private Reiben: Even if you think the mission's FUBAR, sir? Captain Miller: *Especially* if you think the mission's FUBAR.