I am what you call a mut. Let's see, i'm Italian, American Indian, English, Irish and Scottish.
We're Americans.
With a capital A, huh?
You know what that means?
Do you? That means
that our forefathers...
...were kicked out of every
decent country in the world.
We are the wretched refuse.
We're the underdog.
We're mutts.
- Here's proof. His nose is cold.
But there's no animal
that's more faithful...
...that's more loyal,
more loveable than the mutt.
Who saw
Old Yeller?
Who cried when Old Yeller
got shot at the end?
Nobody cried when Old Yeller
got shot? I'm sure.
I cried my eyes out.
Yeah... So we're all dogfaces.
We're all very, very different.
But there is one thing
that we all have in common.
We're mutants.
There's something wrong with us,
something very, very wrong with us.
Something seriously wrong with us.
We're soldiers,
but we're American soldiers.
Now we don't have to worry...
...about whether or not
we've practiced.
We don't have to worry...
...about whether Captain Stillman
wants to have us hung.
All we have to doooooooooooooo...
...is to be the great American
fighting soldier...
...that is inside each one of us.
Now, do what I do...
...and say what I say...
...and make me proud.
