I know what you must think of me right now, hearing just one side and all. I am sorry for any inconveniences really.
No, I don't want to have a seat thank you, I want to leave and get back to my unit. How long will you be keeping me here?
Why did you have to bring me here? Couldn't I have answered your questions at the barracks?
Why do you need to read me my rights?
I don't understand how I could be accused of something like that.
Why? Because I don't see how what we did was all that wrong.
Look, you don't have to get pushy, I am cooperating. It's just that I'm nervous and pacing helps.
I was with Miss Watson last night - if that's her name, all of us were.
I understand the charges and my rights.
No, I'll cooperate.
Look, I did what I did and I know that I have to own up to it, but it wasn't "me" that did that. I'm not like that. I like women. My mother always told me to respect women and too never hit them because that would make me less of a man if I did. I saw my dad hit on my mom sometimes when he was drunk, and I always thought he was a real ass for it. That's why you'd never see me beating on a girl. I'm better than that. Yes, I remember the events of last night. Hey, Sergeant Harrison, can I bum a smoke? Thanks. Gotta a light?
I was real drunk though, I will say that. We started out just drinking beer, but by the time we got to the motel we started drinking the Mad Jack that Vance and Quincy went in on together. What was really weird was that the whole time it was happening, it felt like I was outside myself watching. You know what I'm talking about don't you? Like the stuff you see on TV and hear people talk about.
It's strange, that's for sure. I never experienced anything like it before and I can't say I'd like to again either.
Have you talked to the other guys yet?
Why do you have them in other rooms, wouldn't be easier talking to all of us at once? I'm still not sure I'm really comfortable here - do I need a lawyer or something? No I don't think I did anything wrong, but it could end up looking that way.
Why? Hell, I don't know, it just could....
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