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Sunday, 26 October 2025

Army Intelligence






Major Ben Marco :

Colonel!


Col. Milt, U.S. Army Intelligence :

Ben. May I come in for a minute? 


Major Ben Marco :

Oh, please do. Of course. 

Come on in. May I ask The Colonel : 

(a) Is this an Official visit? And 

(b) May I mix You a drink? 


Col. Milt, U.S. Army Intelligence :

(a) Yes, it is, and 

(b) You certainly may.


Major Ben Marco :

 Scotch all right? 


Col. Milt, U.S. Army Intelligence :

Fine. My God, where'd 

ya get all the books? 


Major Ben Marco :

I... I got A Guy picks 'em out for 

me at random. Water all right? 


Col. Milt, U.S. Army Intelligence :

Fine. 


Major Ben Marco :

He's in, uh... San Francisco. 

A little bookstore out there. 

And, uh... he ships 'em to me, 

wherever I happen to be stationed.


Col. Milt, U.S. Army Intelligence :

Have you read them all


Major Ben Marco :

Yeah. They'd also make 

great insulation against 

An Enemy attack. 

But The Truth of the matter is that 

I'm just interested, you know, in 

Principles of Modern Banking 

and The History of Piracy, 

The Paintings of Orozco, 

Modern French Theatre,

 The Jurisprudential Factor of

The Mafia administration, 

Diseases of Horses and 

The Novels of Joyce Cary and 

Ethnic Choices of The Arabs. 

— Things like that. 


Col. Milt, U.S. Army Intelligence :

Ben.


Major Ben Marco :

Sir. 


Col. Milt, U.S. Army Intelligence :

The Army's got a lot of things wrong with it, 

but it does Take Care of its own people

which is why I'm here -- as a 

Public-relations Officer

You're a disaster


Major Ben Marco 

I never wanted The Job. 


Col. Milt, U.S. Army Intelligence :

You permitted The Secretary to make 

unfortunate remarks to that idiot, Iselin

which started him off on a rampage. 


Major Ben Marco :

Listen to Me, please. For months

I've been driven out of my mind 

by a recurring dream. 


Col. Milt, U.S. Army Intelligence :

The Medical Officer... 


Major Ben Marco :

What the hell does The Medical Corps 

know about intelligence work? 


I tell you, there's something phoney 

about Me, about Raymond Shawabout 

the whole Medal of Honor business. 


For instance, when The Psychiatrist asked me 

how I felt about Raymond Shaw and how 

the whole patrol felt about him, 

did you hear what I said? Really hear? 


I said ‘Raymond Shaw is the 

kindest, warmest, bravest

most wonderful human being 

I've ever known.’ 


And even now I feel that way, and yet, 

somewhere in the back of my mind, 

something tells me it's not True. 


It's just not True


It isn't as if Raymond's hard to like

He's impossible to like! In fact, 

he's probably one of the most 

repulsive human beings I've ever 

known in my whole... all of My Life


Col. Milt, U.S. Army Intelligence :

What I came to tell you is Public Relations 

has bounced you back to me. 


And in your present state, 

there's no possible way 

I can use You. 

As of This Moment, I'm 

placing You on Sick Leave. 


Go away, Ben. 

Find yourself a girl. 

Lie in the sun. 


Major Ben Marco :

I absolutely refuse


Col. Milt, U.S. Army Intelligence :

You don't seem to understand

What I've just told you is not 

a suggestion, Major. 

It is An Order


Major Ben Marco 

Yes, sir. 


Col. Milt, U.S. Army Intelligence 

Good night, Ben.