Eyes on the objective.

Engage at your discretion.

Roger that.

Target, lasered. 3, 2, 1. Rifle.

Good kill.

The war is now a first person shooter.

Half of you are recruited in malls precisely because you are a bunch of gamers.

Any time of day or night drones are in the sky above whatever godforsaken place we are at war with that day.

You're cleared hot. Light 'em up. ____1_______. 

Missile's off the rail.

They don't call it a "Hellfire" for nothing.

So, what did you log? 3,000 hours in F16s, 6 tours, two hundred combat service before you got here?

So I heard you want to go back to combat? Are you out of your mind?

Hi, dad!

Is it so bad what you're doing now?

You're still making people safer, right?

Rifle when ready. 

Missile's away.

God damn it! What's that? 

 Abort?

Negative. Primary objective.

Don't ask me if it's a just war.

That's not up to us. To us it's just war.

I am a pilot and I'm not fine.

I don't know what it is that I am doing, but it's not fine.

Word's come down the chain we're stepping up attacks because we got intel says they're stepping up attacks.

You ever get to fly in a war or something?

Blew away six Taliban in Pakistan just earlier today.

And now I'm going home to barbecue.

Everyday I feel like ______2_______ at somebody halfway around the world.

He's quiet. What happens when he gets angry?

It's more quiet.

You just got to _______3_________.

And never mind the compartments got too close.

What is it that you miss so bad? Combat?

I'm OK!