Read the diolague that ended first blood
Troutman: its OVER Rambo
Rambo: Nothing is over!
Nothing! You can't just switch it off! lt wasn't my war. You asked me, l didn't ask you! l did everything to win, but someone didn't let us win.
And at home at the airport those maggots were protesting. They spat at me, called me a baby murderer and shyt like that! Why protest against me, when they weren't there, didn't experience it?
Troutman: lt was hard, but it's in the past.
Rambo:
For you! Civilian life means nothing to me. There we had a code of honor. You watch my back, l watch yours. Here there's nothing!
Troutman: You're the last of an elite troop, don't end it like this.
Rambo: There l flew helicopters, drove tanks, had equipment worth millions... Here l can't even work parking cars!
Where is everybody? l had a friend who was there for us. There were all these guys. There were all these great guys! My friends! Here there's nothing! D'you remember Dan Forest? He wore a black headband. He had found magic markers, That he sent to Las Vegas, because we'd always talked about that.
About the Chevy convertible we wanted to drive until the tires fell off....
ln one of these barns a kid came to us with a kind of shoe cleaning box. ''Shine?'' He kept on asking. Joe said yes. l went to get a couple of beers. The box was wired. He opened it...
There were body parts flying everywhere. He lay there and screamed... l have all these pieces of him on me! Just like that. l try to get him off me, my friend! l'm covered with him! Blood everywhere and so... l try to hold him together, but the entrails keep coming out! 
And nobody would help!
He just said: ''l want to go home!'' And called my name. ''l want to go home, Johnny! l want to drive my Chevy!
But l couldn't find his legs. ''l can't find your legs!'' l can't get it out of my head. lt's seven years ago. l see it every day. 
Sometimes l wake up and don't know where l am. l don't talk to anyone. Sometimes all day long. 
Sometimes a week.
l can't get it out of my head.
Troutman: its OVER Rambo
Rambo: Nothing is over!
Nothing! You can't just switch it off! lt wasn't my war. You asked me, l didn't ask you! l did everything to win, but someone didn't let us win.And at home at the airport those maggots were protesting. They spat at me, called me a baby murderer and shyt like that! Why protest against me, when they weren't there, didn't experience it?
Troutman: lt was hard, but it's in the past.
Rambo:
For you! Civilian life means nothing to me. There we had a code of honor. You watch my back, l watch yours. Here there's nothing!Troutman: You're the last of an elite troop, don't end it like this.
Rambo: There l flew helicopters, drove tanks, had equipment worth millions... Here l can't even work parking cars!
Where is everybody? l had a friend who was there for us. There were all these guys. There were all these great guys! My friends! Here there's nothing! D'you remember Dan Forest? He wore a black headband. He had found magic markers, That he sent to Las Vegas, because we'd always talked about that.
About the Chevy convertible we wanted to drive until the tires fell off....
ln one of these barns a kid came to us with a kind of shoe cleaning box. ''Shine?'' He kept on asking. Joe said yes. l went to get a couple of beers. The box was wired. He opened it...
There were body parts flying everywhere. He lay there and screamed... l have all these pieces of him on me!
Just like that. l try to get him off me, my friend! l'm covered with him! Blood everywhere and so... l try to hold him together, but the entrails keep coming out! And nobody would help!He just said: ''l want to go home!'' And called my name. ''l want to go home, Johnny! l want to drive my Chevy!
But l couldn't find his legs. ''l can't find your legs!'' l can't get it out of my head. lt's seven years ago. l see it every day. Sometimes l wake up and don't know where l am. l don't talk to anyone. Sometimes all day long. Sometimes a week.l can't get it out of my head.
this scene popped in my head for some reason
