So I brought my heel down on the *****'s jaw.
I mean, it was already dead, but we have to be sure.
That's what Barker wanted.
And the ***** says somethin' Congish-
Well, squeals it-
So I bring my heel down harder.
No, I don't regret it. That's the thing.
I was being a soldier.
We were being soldiers.
But now I'm hearing
Apologies
From my ******* platoon leader.
He's just sorry to be the only convict.
It wasn't a "massacre." One of them had a grenade on her.
I was just following orders.