SITTING IN THE OFFICER'S CLUB, AT A ROUND TABLE SURROUNDED BY SIX EMPY CHAIRS. TABLE IS CLEAR, EXCEPT FOR HIS GLASS OF WHISKEY/SCOTCH AND AN ASHTRAY, CONTAINING A SINGLE CIGARETTE - JUST BURNING OUT. OTHER OFFICERS ARE IN GROUPS AROUND THE JUKEBOX AND BAR - FROZEN.
Neil: (sigh) I'll never understand why men have to wage war on each other. Why there has to be this constant conflict over land...or sea...or air. Do the leaders of our nations get off on the idea of world domination, and sending the young men to burn to nothing in the metal carcasses of their planes?
(chokes on tears) We lost two more today. Dawson (looks down) and Jones. Oh, 'Bertha. They were just kids - boys! It wasn't supposed to be their time yet. I hope neither of 'em left a girl at home, but I know they both left a mother. No parent should outlive their kid. I may not have personal experience, but I know it just ain't right.
(takes drag on cigarette) Tomorrow's another day, another mission. We'll lose another couple