SCENE 1
Camp Lejeune, North Carolina, spring 1971. Weāre in front of the unseen H&S Company barracks. The Gunney Sergeant, twenty-eight but looks thirty-five, comes out and walks downstage. He surveys the platoon/audience. Heās in sweat-stained utilities, mud-splashed boots, wearing a haversack and shelter half, carrying an M16. Heās disgusted. He doesnāt speak too loudly, not wanting to be overheard by the brass. Heās a lifer from Florida.
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GUNNEY: A marine will be in jail tonight because he asked me a question. I gave him the lawful order to mount up and he asked me, āWhy?ā That was the cherry on the cake for me. Eighteen years I have been in the corps and that was the goddamn cherry on the cake. This is the most sorry unsquared-away field exercise I have participated in for the term of my enlistment, gentlemen. (Points) Get up, Conroy! (Reacts to a comment) I donāt care if your legās broke. (Another man gets his attention) You got somethinā to say, Lance Corporal Wiggins? āCause I WILL have you put inside the fence. Correctional Custody is doing bookoo business today courtesy of Headquarters & Service Company. Two men so far. And the day aināt done yet. (Sound of a very distant Lieutenant Colonel makes him look)
LIEUTENANT COLONEL (Offstage): Standby!
GUNNEY: Now thatās the goddamn battalion commander, you understand? Get ready to look like marines or I WILL have you busted down to basic insignificant subatomic particles. Stand by.
(The Gunney Sergeant walks smartly to the side, turns away from us, assumes the parade rest position, legs apart, hands clasped behind. Four offstage Sergeants at different distances cry out in turn:)
SERGEANT 1 (Offstage): Platoon!
SERGEANT 2 (Offstage): Platoon!
SERGEANT 3 (Offstage): Platoon!
SERGEANT 4 (Offstage): Platoon!
GUNNEY: Company!
(A Captain can be heard in the distance:)
CAPTAIN (Offstage): Battalion!
GUNNEY AND OFFSTAGE VOICES: āTENTION!
(The Gunney Sergeant snaps to attention, saluting. Lieutenant Colonel Morgan Littlefield enters. Heās around fifty, wears the insignia of his rank: the silver oak leaf, on the collar of his slightly sweaty but perfectly starched utilities. Heās from Maryland. Heās tough, intelligent, well educated, private. He returns the Gunney Sergeantās salute.)
dp n="15" folio="9" ?GUNNEY: All present and accounted for, sir!
(Littlefield looks over the unseen troops. He comments unfavorably and publicly on one man after another:)
LITTLEFIELD: You. Youāre at attention, Marine. How ābout getting those feet at a forty-five-degree angle? Unbloused boot. Is that a standard issue T-shirt, Private? I donāt think so. Halfway to a goddamn turtleneck. I see it again, it will cost you. You. With the vomit. Fall out and see the corpsman. (More generally) This company is a disgrace to the Sixth Marines. You are not combat ready. You do not have your shit together. I do not like you. Now hear this. There were two racial incidents during the course of these ten days in the field. I WILL NOT COUNTENANCE RACIAL INCIDENTS IN MY BATTALION! Not in my wigwam! Do you understand? The five marines responsible for these incidents face a general court. They WILL go to jail. We are having an attitude problem, gentlemen. Due to some bad apples. Fully one-third of this battalion is composed of men who have returned from service in Vietnam. I want you to know. I donāt care. It donāt make you special. I donāt care if you donāt know why youāre still in uniform. I donāt care how short you are. You will stand tall or you will pay the price. And as for this racial nonsense, it matters to me not at all if youāre black, white, blue or stupid. You are marines. You are green in the eyes of the corps. And you will meet the standard of the corps. Or get eighty-sixed. Liberty for this weekend is suspended. Company commanders will carry out squadbay inspections followed by junk-on-the-bunk inspections of all barracks on Saturday at sixteen-hundred hours. And then I will be walking through! Troops will be dismissed by company. Gunney!
dp n="16" folio="10" ?GUNNEY: Yes, sir!
LITTLEFIELD: Get these men to work!
GUNNEY: Yes, sir!
(Littlefield strides off. The Gunney Sergeant faces his troops.)
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Fall out!
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(The lights fade.)
SCENE 2
The Littlefield home. Itās officersā housing. Weāre in the living room. Thereās a foyer off right, and bit of kitchen off left. Itās a clean, generic place made hospitable with flowers and books. At the lights come up, Margaret Littlefield is setting the coffee table for tea. The tea set is warm and personal. Margaret, in her early forties, wears a sundress. Sheās attractive, from a good Florida family. A wall phone rings. She answers it.
MARGARET: Hello? Hey, Skipper, where are you? Youāre still talking to the chaplain? Why donāt you let that poor man alone! (Listens briefly) Iāve been home for forty minutes. No. (Listens briefly) Morgan, itās Sunday, the day of rest? (The doorbell rings) The doorbell just rang. Probably. Well, hurry up then! (Hangs up the phone as the doorbell rings again) On the way!
(She goes off right. She lets someone in. We hear her and a guest, offstage:)
Good morning, Captain.
CAPTAIN KING (Offstage): Good morning, maāam.
dp n="17" folio="11" ?MARGARET (Offstage): Colonel Littlefield isnāt back from services yet, but come on in.
(They enter. Captain Lee King is twenty-seven, from Washington, DC. Heās a serious, reserved, physically powerful man whoās worked hard all his life. Heās wearing the uniform of the day [UD], khakis. He holds his hat under his arm.)
May I take your cover?
(He hands his hat to her.)
CAPTAIN KING: Thank you, maāam.
MARGARET: Have a seat.
(He sits down. Heās not insecure, but heād rather be someplace else. Margaret sees this, and doesnāt mind. Sheās used to the military.)
CAPTAIN KING: Thank you.
MARGARET: Would you like a glass of water till Morgan gets here?
CAPTAIN KING: No, thank you.
MARGARET: Heāll be here in a minute. How long you been stationed at Camp Lejeune?
CAPTAIN KING: Eighteen months. Mostly with Second Battalion.
MARGARET: And before that?
CAPTAIN KING: Vietnam.
MARGARET: Married?
CAPTAIN KING: No, maāam.
MARGARET: How many tours in Vietnam?
CAPTAIN KING: Two.
MARGARET: Did Morgan tell me you have a law degree?
CAPTAIN KING: Iāve been serving as a judge advocate on both sides of the table for the last year. Court martials. Just sortāve fell into it. I donāt have a law degree. Corps doesnāt require it. Just a good knowledge of the Uniform Code of Military Justice.
MARGARET: Business been good?
CAPTAIN KING: Too darn good. Thatās why Iām here. Campās in bad shape. Colonel wants answers. Not that I have any.
MARGARET: Youāre a mustanger, arenāt you?
CAPTAIN KING: Yes, maāam.
MARGARET: So was Morgan. Always admire that. Up from the ranks.
CAPTAIN KING: If the offer still stands, I would take a glass of water, maāam.
MARGARET (Sets about doing that): Good. Actually, I have lemonade.
CAPTAIN KING: Waterās fine.
MARGARET: Iād have poured you coffee, but Iām waiting till the Skipper comes to pull out the big guns. Sorry heās not here. After the church service the . . . You werenāt at the service, were you, Captain?
CAPTAIN KING: No.
MARGARET: Morgan started in talking to the new chaplain . . . Have you met him?
CAPTAIN KING: No, maāam.
MARGARET: His name is White.
CAPTAIN KING: Iāve seen it posted.
MARGARET: Heās Lutheran. Tell me again, what do the Lutherans believe?
CAPTAIN KING: That theyāre not Catholics.
MARGARET: Very good! I do believe you have just summarized every Protestant religion.
CAPTAIN KING: Yes, maāam.
MARGARET: He seems nice, the chaplain, met him this morning. Morganās trying to instill something in the fellow. Iām not sure what. Anyway, thatās why heās late. Iām sure thereās something youād rather be doing. (No answer) Talking to the COās wife on Sunday. (No answer) You watch football?
CAPTAIN KING: I do not.
MARGARET: Youāre better off. I fol...