Nate stands with Brad and Lovell with a long list: "Unexploded munitions, lack of electricity, no running water, broken phone lines, ransacked hospitals, and bandits coming through at night, robbing homes. Oh, and they want jobs." Lovell, understandably, is like, "Is that all?" And not that life under Saddam was awesome, but: didn't they have those things a week ago? "Yeah, for now," says Nate, because there's a whole Maslow pyramid of shit people deserve for being people, and they mount up. Stiney watches them, chasing behind the trucks, laughing and smiling and waving: "That was cool."
Nate reads his notes at a CO meeting that night: "The phone lines are broken, the hospitals are ransacked, not to mention the fact they told me they get robbed by bandits at night. We should be out in these neighborhoods at night, when they need us." Encino Man says this is strictly no-go: "Battalion says there's too much heavy fighting going on at night for us to patrol." Um, yeah. Which is why they're there, and vice versa, so should they not maybe help fix the mess they made and continue to make? "Battalion thinks what we have to do is let this work itself out."
Encino Man starts reading, and by "reading" I mean "sounding out," more info from whatever piece of construction paper his mission propaganda notes are crayoned onto: "The ability of hostile forces in Baghdad to successfully and continually engage our forces will be complicated by the local Shi'as' intolerance for regime paramilitary forces hiding out in their neighborhoods." So we sit back sucking each others' cocks while they kill each other, is what you're saying. "Battalion says we don't go out at night. It's too dangerous. Godfather says the Shi'as will be doing our dirty work for us. If we go out after dark, the Shi'as might engage us." Encino Man nods, and then -- as usual -- remembers the entire thing he's there to say: "Tomorrow night we're billeted to the north of the city in a hospital complex." Nate's all about the neighborhood he was just talking about, you know, where the people are dying without phones or water, and Encino Man reminds him that this is not their mission. It's not their mission to help the people that exist, it's their mission to help the people that might exist and kill the people elsewhere who are just like both those prenominate kinds of people.
Hear about a house down the lane where the dad isn't so nice to his kids. Gets drunk, hits them, all kinds of shit. Has a pet dog that he might one day unleash on your kids. No proof of the dog, the whole neighborhood asking for proof you say, "I don't need proof. I have a gun." Knock down his door, burn down his kitchen. And the guy's a fucker, don't get me wrong. He hits his kids: bad. He's a drunk and a dick. But I don't see a dog. Whole neighborhood watching, saying, "Didn't you say there was a dog?" Fuck that, I have a gun, burn down the bathroom. Guy's long gone.