>>180077"Son, we live in a world that has ferns, and those ferns have to be guarded by men with guns. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Lieutenant Weinberg? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for ferns, and you curse the Marines. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know -- that Santiago's death, while tragic, probably saved ferns; and my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves ferns."
