The voice of Rambo's former commander, Colonel Trautman, snapped you out of it and from killing Teasle.

Trautman: Rambo!" The Colonel suddenly spoke snapped Rambo out of it, making him pause and flinch as he quickly glanced over at him.

"Rambo, don't do it! Listen to me, Rambo! You have no chance. Drop your weapon, we're going to order a chopper in and fly you back to Bragg."

The Colonel spoke before there was a gunshot, he quickly walked over to one of the windows and then shouted twice "Hold your fire, hold your fire!" The Colonel said before turning back to Rambo, trying to speak him out of it.

"Think about what you're doing. The building's perimeter's covered. No exits. There's nearly 200 men out there and a lot of M16s!"

"You did everything to make this private war happen. You've done enough damage! This mission is over, you understand me? This mission is over! Look at them out there. Look at them!"

The Colonel glanced outside and glanced back at Rambo.

"If you don't end this now, they're going to kill you," he warns, his tone mixture of authority and desperation. "If you don't end this now, they're going to kill you. Is that what you want? It's over, Johnny. lt's over!"

Rambo suddenly cut him off

"Nothing is over! Nothing! You just don't turn it off! It wasn't my war. You asked me, I didn't ask you! I did everything I had to do to win, but someone wouldn't let us win..”

"Then I come back to the world and I see all those maggots at the airport protesting me, spitting. Calling me baby killer and all that vile crap! Who are they to protest me? Who are they? Unless they've been me and been there and know what the hell they're yelling about? For me, civilian life is nothing. In the field, we had a code of honor. You watch my back, I watch yours. Back here, there's nothing! You're the last of an elite group, don't end it like this."

"Back there I can fly a gunship, I can drive a tank, I was in charge of a million-dollar equipment. Back here I can't even hold a job parking cars!"

Rambo's voice cracks as he slides down a bank of the drawers, the fight draining out of him, replaced by a deep, gut-wrenching sorrow.

“Where is everybody? I had a friend who was there for us. There were all these guys, man. Back there were all these fuckin' guys who were my friends! Back here there's nothing! Remember Dan Forest? Wore this black headband, I took one of his magic markers, and I said 'if found... Mail this to Las Vegas.'"

He trails off, his gaze distant, lost in the memory.

“Because we were always talking about Vegas. And this fucking car. This fucking '58 Chevy convertible... he was talking about this car he said we would cruise 'til the tires fell off. In one of these barns, a kid came up... This kid carrying a shoe shine box."

He visibly struggles, trying to contain the overwhelming emotion.

“-'Shine please, shine?' He kept on asking. Joe said 'ya.' I went to get a couple of beers. And the box was wired. He opened up the box... Fucking blew his body all over the place.”

Tears stream down his face, his voice choked with sobs.

"He's laying there and he's fucking screaming... there's pieces of him all over me! And I'm trying to pull them off, you know... my friend! It's all over me! I got blood and everything and... I'm trying to hold him together, I put him together but the fucking entrails keep coming out! And nobody would help! They only go 'I want to go home!' just calling my name. 'I want to go home, Johnny! I want to drive my Chevy!' But I couldn't find his legs. 'I can't find your legs!'"

His voice drops to a near-inaudible mumble.

“I can't get it out of my head... It was seven years. Every day it hurts. Sometimes I wake up and I don't know where I am, I don't talk to anybody. Sometimes a day, sometimes a week.. I can't put it out of my mind.”

Slowly, as if in a trance, Rambo reaches for Trautman, pulling him down to his level and resting his head on the Colonel's shoulder, the soldier finally breaking completely.

-R: I tried to make this one inte, you can be Rambo r you-