Nothing is over! Nothing! You can't just switch it off! lt wasn't my war. You asked me, l didn't ask you! l did everything to win, but someone didn't let us win. And at home at the airport those maggots were protesting. They spat at me, called me a baby murderer and shit like that! Why protest against me, when they weren't there, didn't experience it? lt was hard, but it's in the past. For you! Civilian life means nothing to me. There we had a code of honor. You watch my back, l watch yours. Here there's nothing! You're the last of an elite troop, don't end it like this. There l flew helicopters, drove tanks, had equipment worth millions. Here l can't even work parking!
Where is everybody? l had a friend who was there for us. There were all these guys. There were all these great guys! My friends! Here there's nothing! D'you remember Dan Forest? He wore a black headband. He had found magic markers, That he sent to Las Vegas, because we'd always talked about that. About the Chevy Convertible we wanted to drive until the tires fell off.
ln one of these barns a kid came to us with a kind of shoe cleaning box. ''Shine?'' He kept on asking. Joe said yes. l went to get a couple of beers. The box was wired. He opened it... There were body parts flying everywhere. He lay there and screamed... l have all these pieces of him on me! Just like that. l try to get him off me, my friend! l'm covered with him! Blood everywhere and so... l try to hold him together, But the entrails keep coming out! And nobody would help! He just said: ''l want to go home!'' And called my name. ''l want to go home, Johnny! l want to drive my Chevy! But l couldn't find his legs. ''l can't find your legs!'' l can't get it out of my head. lt's seven years ago. l see it every day. Sometimes l wake up and don't know where l am. l don't talk to anyone. Sometimes all day long. Sometimes a week. l can't get it out of my head.
Rambo: 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.
Rambo: 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!!!!! (Throws M-60 at wall and then slight emotional pause. He drops to the ground in a crouched position out of breath and very upset)
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. (upset pause) We were in this bar in Saigon. And this kid comes up, this kid carryin' a shoe shine box, and eh he says uh 'shine please, shine. ' I said no, eh an' uh, he kept askin' yeah and Joey said 'yeah,' and I went to get a couple beers and the ki--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--! (frustrated he grabs at his bullet chain strapped around his chest and yanks it off) like this. And I'm tryin' to pull em off you know? And ehe.. MY FRIEND IT'S ALL OVER ME! IT'S GOT 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' plea 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 well (upset and breaking down) WHY I can't find your fucking legs. I can't find you legs. (softly now) I can't get it out of my head. I fuc..I dream of seven years. Everyday I have this. And sometimes I wake up and I dunno where I am. I don't talk to anybody. Sometimes a day--a week. (Almost inaudible) I can't put it out of my mind...fucking...I can't.......(totally sobbing now)