Rambo: From First Blood to Last Blood

Yipee-Ki-Yay Mr Falcon

Nothing is over! Nothing! You just don't turn it off! It wasn't my war! You asked me I didn't ask you! And I did what I had to do to win, for somebody who wouldn't let us win! Then I come back to the world, and I see all those maggots at the airport, protestin' me, spittin', callin' me a baby killer and all kinds of vile crap! Who are they to protest me?! Huh?! Who are they?! Unless they been me and been there and know what the hell they yellin' about!

Colonel Trautman: It was a bad time for everyone Rambo. It's all in the past now.

For you! For me civilian life is nothin'! In the field without a code of honor. You watch my back I watch yours. Back here there's nothin'! Col. Trautman: You're the last of an elite group. Don't end it like this. Rambo: Back there I could fly a gunship, I could drive a tank, I was in charge of million dollar equipment. Back here I can't even hold a job PARKING CARS!!!! UUHHHH!!!!! Wha...I can't...oh, I jus--omigod. Where is everybody? Oh God...I...I had a friend, who was Danforth. Wha--I had all these guys man. Back there I had all these fucking guys. Who were my friends. Cause back here there's nothin'.

Remember Danforth? He wore this black head band and I took one of those magic markers and I said to Feron, 'Hey mail us to Las Vegas cause we were always talkin' about Vegas, and this fucking car. This uh red '58 Chevy convertible, he was talkin' about this car, he said we were gonna cruise till the tires fall off.

We were in this bar in Saigon, and this kid comes up, this kid carryin' a shoe shine box, and he says, 'Uh, shine please, shine.' I said, 'No, no.' He kept askin' yeah, and Joey said 'Yeah.' And I went to get a couple beers and the kid—the box was wired, and he opened up the box, fuckin' blew his body all over the place.

And he's layin' there and he's fuckin' screamin', there's pieces of him all over me, jus like—like this. And I'm tryin' to pull em off you know? And 'MY FRIEND IT'S ALL OVER ME!' There's blood and everything, and I'm tryin' to hold him together I put him together his fucking insides keep coming out, AND NOBODY WOULD HELP!! Nobody help me. He sayin' 'Please, I wanna go home, I wanna go home.' He keeps callin' my name, 'I wanna go home, Johnny, I wanna drive my Chevy.' I said 'With what, I can't find your fucking legs. I can't find your legs.'

I can't get it out of my head. I know it's been seven years, but everyday it happens. Sometimes I wake up and I dunno where I am. I don't talk to anybody. Sometimes a day--a week. I can't put it out of my mind...