Narrator: The events of battle are never quite clear. Smoke obscures the battlefield. Things get confused. Only later did historians sort out the facts. It's enough to say that that night... we met the enemy. Face to face. And the rest... is history.
Randy: The old man! Scatter!
Narrator: But it was an honorable retreat. In some way we couldn't exactly express... we'd accomplished our mission. We'd done what we had to do. By the time we got back together... our adventure had become an epic.
Paul:... babes. Oh my god, the father... at least... (gestures) ...three hundred pounds...
Kevin: And he had a shot gun. (Gestures.) I swear he had a shot-gun.
Narrator: We were entitled to a little exaggeration. Every soldier is. After all, if growing up is war, then those friends who grew up with you deserve a special respect. The ones who stuck by you, shoulder-to-shoulder, in a time when nothing is certain. When all life lay ahead. And every road led home.