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I'd never seen a man so broken up and...
ripped apart.
I've seen the horrors
horrors that you've seen.
But you have no right
to call me a murderer, you have a right to kill me.
You have a right to do that.
But you have no right to judge me.
It's impossible for words...
to describe
what is
necessary...
to those...
who do not know
what
horror means
Horror
Horror has a face
An you must make a friend of horror.
Horror and moral terror
are your friends
If they are not
then they are enemies to be feared.
They are truly enemies.
I remember when I was with Special Forces.
Seems a thousand centuries ago.
We went into a camp to inoculate...
some children
We'd left the camp
after we had inoculated the children for polio.
This old man came running after us, and he was crying, he couldn't say.
We went back there...
and they had come and hacked off...
every inoculated arm.
There they were, in a pile
a pile of...
little arms
And I remember...
I, I, I cried, I wept like...
some grandmother.
I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do.
And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it.
I never want to forget.
And then I realized...
like I was shot-- like I was shot with a diamond--
a diamond bullet right through my forehead
And I thought, "My God, the genius of that"
The genius
the will to do that
Perfect, genuine, complete, crystalline, pure.
And then I realized...
they were stronger than me because they could stand it.
These were not monsters. These were men...
trained cadres
These men who fought with their heart, who have families, who have children,
who are filled with love...
that they had the strength--
the strength
to do that
If I had ten divisions of those men...
then our troubles here would be over very quickly.
You have to have men
who are moral
and at the same time
utilize their
primordial instincts to kill
without feeling, without passion,
without judgment... without judgment
because it's judgment that defeats us.
I worry that my son
might not understand what I've tried to be.
And if I were to be killed, Willard
I would want someone to go my home... and tell my son everything.
everything I did, everything you saw.
Because there's nothing that I detest more than...
the stench of lies.
And if you understand me, Willard, you...
you will do this for me.