"Rrrrrring!"

"Rrrrrrrring!

"Rrrrrin-"

"Yeah?"

"Hey, Frank…"

"Brian? It's about goddamn time you called, we were all starting to get worried sick! Your sister Sarah almost had a panic attack when she read about what's going on in Korea. Do you know that? I thought we agreed that you'd call at least twice a week!"

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"I'm sorry, but in case you didn't know the Iscari-- *sigh*--the Koreans are setting up a counter-attack from Pyongyang!"

"Yeah, and you let those bastards run straight through you. Honestly, I'm surprised that you didn't all run away. Losing so many lives to pushovers! When I was in Vietnam, we woulda at least made sure that we killed more of them than they killed us! It's a shame we have idiots like you fighting for us… if your father were here, he'd be fucking ashamed of himself!"

"Oh yeah? I don't remember you winning any wars!"

"We won the battles, Brian… We won the battles. No matter what it took, how long it'd take, or what we were going up against. You shouldn't have joined the military in the first place… and you've got the gall to call yourself a Marine."

"I only did this to make you and my dad proud, Frank!"

"Yeah well, you're doing a real shit job at it. Don't do it for me, son. Just do your damn job. Do it for your country. Yeah… I'll tell your mother you called."

"Frank wait-"

"*click!"

"*sigh*… fuck!"