If an all-powerful cosmic wizard stepped into my life and told me “you will never again eat a perfectly grilled and seasoned T-bone steak,” I would be sad but unbroken — I would push on. If the same wizard came back the next day and said “you will never again eat a perfectly barbecued hot dog with a little mustard and chopped onions,” I would be devastated.
Buddusky: “He don’t stand a chance in Portsmouth, you know. You know that, don’t you? Goddamn grunts, kickin’ the shit outta him for eight years… he don’t stand a chance.”
Mulhall: “I don’t want to hear about it.”
Buddusky: “‘Maggot this, ‘maggot that…Marines are really assholes, you know that? It takes a certain kind of a sadistic temperament to be a Marine.”