Dick Ennis: [attending to Rabinoff who went into sudden convulsions] Look, fellows, I think he can use the air more then the company, okay? Anything anybody can do?
Cpl. Jack Rabinoff: No, unless you have a band-aid.
Dick Ennis: Very funny.
Cpl. Jack Rabinoff: Oh, it's murder. The stomach, you see? A Japanese grenade ripped my insides. Got medal in there. Under tension it contracts and all hell breaks loose. I must have been tense.
Dick Ennis: Good thinking. You belong in a hospital, not in a war.
Cpl. Jack Rabinoff: Yeah, that's what they said when they sent me home.
Dick Ennis: You mean you got out, then you went to Canada and joined this outfit?
Cpl. Jack Rabinoff: That's right.
Dick Ennis: How did you get past the doctors?
Cpl. Jack Rabinoff: Lied about my age.
Dick Ennis: You gotta be crazy. Half your guts blown out and you're back here. What for?
Cpl. Jack Rabinoff: Awkward time for a interview.
Dick Ennis: You got something better to do? Why did you re-enlist?
Cpl. Jack Rabinoff: Why? Because I like it, you know. I missed it, Ennis. With all the mud and pain, these clowns giving orders, there's nothing like it. Look, a guy sells shoes for 40 years. I live more in one day, I see more and feel more. I taste more, I think more. I'm more, understand? I'm more. There's more to living than breathing. Capisce?
Dick Ennis: Capisce.
Cpl. Jack Rabinoff: You're the same way, that's right. War is part of you. You belong to it and when this one's over, you'll find another and I hope I'm with you.
