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Nick!

Your father's here.

- Really? - I know.

Work, or something.

Anyway, he's here now so come on.

Move it.

What were you doing?

I don't know, planning my escape.

Katie, thank you so much for helping

- Here he is. - Hey.

Old man's come to see you off, eh?

Everyone, I know we always say we're going to do this

and we never get to it so, thank you all for being here and,

for being with us to send off my first-born, Nicholas

to do his military service.

Let's hope he comes back in one piece.

Cheers!

Please, dig in.

I didn't want your mum to see, but

I got you something.

To use as ammunition, you know?

If you need.

- You'll be okay, son. - Yeah.

Show them what you're made of.

- Right, blood- - Yes, yes, yes,

you know what I mean.

Dad.

You come visit me when you can.

Sure.

You okay, bro?

It's just hot in here.

Michael Sachs.

Nicholas Van der Swart.

Van der Swart, you don't sound Afrikaans.

My stepdad made us take his surname.

Thank God.

Starting to sound like the Springbok changing room in here.

Smell like it too.

Would you like to drink, rooinek?

No. I'm fine, thanks.

Are you sure?

You know where we're going?

Can I have it back, please?

Excuse me.

Right, can I just... Can I have it back, please?

The most important single factor

in the South African army still and will remain the soldier.

And all our efforts are directed at

equipping him, physically and otherwise,

with what he requires

for the most important task that lies ahead,

and that is the defense of our country.

Do you believe this shit?

What?

The favorite terrorist weapon is the land mine.

He will be far away, in safety, when it goes off.

Speak up, Sachs!

No, Sergeant.

Sachs, what's this war about?

Protecting our women and children, Sergeant.

Stopping the spread of communism, Sergeant.

Do me a favor,

before I look like that, shoot me in the head.

Why should I, you know how to shoot.

Pacifist.

You're so dramatic.

Jesus Christ.

What's Ward 22?

It's a looney bin.

It's completely soaked.

Mine's dry enough.

No, it's okay, thanks.

Don't be fucking stupid, we can share.

Nick.

Come on, Nick.

Are you going to get this one wet, too?

Lie closer.

Nick?

Nick?

- Can I have one? - Sure.

You okay?

Aren't I always?

- Aw! - Oh yes!

So what are you fucks doing with your weekend off?

With what, your pillow?

You have any chicks in mind, Oscar?

Hey, Oscar.

Who's your girl?

She's behind the counter, right?

Uh-huh.

What about you, Stassen?

What about me, Nick?

Any plans for your freedom?

Ah, fuck all.

Just enjoy being away from you dicks.

Sleep, eat, swim in the ocean.

Nice.

You know, I've never actually swam at the ocean.

What?

You know, you don't look it but,

you're a straight up farm boy.

I'll have to take you someday, Van der Swart.

I'll take all of you, guys.

Whoa!

No, I'm okay.

Come on, Nick.

Well done, Van der Swart.

Get off me!

Yes, Sergeant.

Are you gonna be okay?

Yeah.

Maybe we'll go to the beach next time.

Nick, hurry up!

It's all right.

Go on.

I'll see you next week.

You finished swimming, Nicky?

Yeah. I'm hungry.