We Are Who We Are

What is this place, why'd you bring me here?

Why not? It's beautiful.

I mean, it's kind of unusual for a first date...

I mean for a first whatever.

First whatever.

Doesn't seem like the best idea

that he goes out all alone,

with a guy who's also in your chain of command.

Just didn't occur to me to tell you.

Plus you haven't been around the house much.

A-ten-hut!

Present-hut!

You still want to be a soldier?

Uh, maybe.

And did your father know when you say "soldier,"

you mean "male soldier?"

To this day we're spending together.

Woo! There she is!

- Hi. Nice to meet you. - Fraser, meet my friend, Martha.

Yes?

Where?

How many?

At ease.

Good evening, Colonel. Major Kritchevsky.

Ma'am, it was a powerful explosion

caused by an IED.

- It's still under investigation. - We need the flags now.

So wake 'em up.

Pull up their personal records.

I want the exact position of their convoy now.

Helicopter with the soldiers

who survived the blast is headed for Herat.

- None of them are seriously injured. Position of the convoy!

- Ex O. I'm still waiting on a reply, sir.

Go to my house and ask my wife for my dress uniform.

Okay, let's proceed.

Jonathan. What happened?

I apologize for waking you but I need Sarah's uniform.

Come in. I'll get it right away.

What are you doing here?

Go back to sleep.

Why'd you have to drive down that road...

Can't we have more information?

We're all soldiers here.

Do you wish to pray together first, ma'am?

We'll pray later.

Salute! And down.

Why is everybody running? I don't know.

Thought you're not supposed to run.

Jonathan's just ridiculous here, isn't he?

You know, it made me laugh the first time you showed it to me,

but not that much.

Yeah, he's not at his best here.

Yes, but it still looks unfinished. - My god, I've been making

these fucking centerpieces for 10 years.

Ten years of sheer ugliness.

It's Thanksgiving.

"My thanksgiving is perpetual."

- The fuck is that supposed to mean? - It's Thoreau!

And you would know that if you studied more,

and you weren't hunting birds in the swamps.

You could do a better job.

You know, later I'm gonna see Dr. Harris with your mom.

My felt ran out of ink.

- You sure you still wanna go? - Mm-hmm.

What if your father finds out?

He grounded you for a month over a haircut.

My dad won't find out.

Well, you'll get a weird voice.

Hey, Dad, lemme borrow your shaving cream.

Your mom said it's just a medical consultation.

Yeah, but my mom has nothing to do with us.

Only we have anything to do with us.

- And the hormones will give you cancer. Good morning, ma'am.

Good morning.

- Why are they here? - Fuck.

- What a pain. - What? What is it?

- It's Sam. He's been calling me all morning.

That boy is so tenacious.

Kinda feel sorry for him.

We have to stay strong in front of the kids. - Okay.

You can do it.

- What's going on? - Just a minute.

What do you think went wrong?

- What happened? - What did they say?

Did you ever look at this?

Did you hear what they said? Not really.

We have to go to the gym, students.

The principal has an announcement to make.

Come on in, my friends, and have a seat, please.

Gather round me. Come on in and have a seat.

Come on in, my friends. Have a seat. Gather around me.

As you know, we recently deployed

a group of soldiers to Afghanistan.

And three of our soldiers were killed last night.

Among them...

among them was the brother of one of your classmates.

Listen. Class is canceled for the rest of the day.

You'll be separated into groups to talk about

your feelings with your teachers

and with the grief counselors who are here with me.

But first, I'd like you to join with me

in a brief moment of prayer.

Our convoy struck a roadside bomb while evacuating

citizens towards Shindand.

The robot failed to detect the IED,

and the engineers failed to clear the road.

That's all the information we have.

The investigation is underway.

Our soldiers were trained and ready.

No amount of training could've prevented this.

We're gonna hold a proper memorial for these soldiers.

That's all for now. Thank you.

Anyone up for it?

They're right to torture those guys when they catch them.

W-what are you talking about?

Oh, she's right.

So you're saying we should torture anyone

- who disagrees with our country? - They blew up our solders!

They burned them alive.

We invaded their country!

You know,

sometimes the bodies are-are so charred

and mutilated that it's impossible to identify them.

And, um...

so, they just put the body parts...

in these body bags randomly,

and if they don't have enough remains,

they fill the body bags with rocks.

So,

soldier's coffins are just full of rocks.

You don't want it?

Why would you say that?

Say what?

About the bodies in the bag.

It's the truth.

So is everything gonna change now?

He was a soldier!

He was a soldier.

Ah!

Wow.

No.

No, you mean I can't touch your hands here?

No.

Not today.

Today, I can't touch your hands.

He ate at my house a million times.

He loved the way I cooked.

He'd say,

"Can I have seconds, Mrs. Jenny?

That's delicious, Mrs. Jenny."

I can't stop thinking about him.

He was Danny's best friend.

More than a friend.

Danny...

Danny...

We got distracted from these kids!

We should never let ourselves get distracted!

We should n...

Never take our eyes off them, never!

You do things, there are consequences!

What you're saying makes no sense.

Craig was in Afghanistan.

No.

What you're saying makes no sense.

If someone hadn't have been distracted,

then he wouldn't have been there in the first place!

A-and Danny, if-if I had been

paying closer attention, then things...

Was it me who distracted you?

It doesn't matter!

I'm a mother! I have certain responsibilities!

I've never seen you fall short of your responsibilities.

If you had children, you would understand!

Maggie...

I didn't mean...

We never really thought this would last, did we?

But I hope that you, at least,

for a moment hoped...

the way I did.

Oh, Jenny.

Stop it.

What?

No, what's that you just said, Brit?

I can't hear you.

Man, fuck this shit.

Sam.

I can't hear you!

I can't hear you!

I can't hear you!

Ah! Ah!

Fuck! Fuck!

Fuck!

Here you go.

Ladies and gentlemen, please rise

for the base commander and remain standing

for the national anthem.

Please take your seats.

We dream of peace. We all do.

We dream of being able to sleep soundly in our beds at night.