But there’s no animal that’s more faithful, that’s more loyal, more loveable than the mutt. Who saw “Old Yeller?” Who cried when Old Yeller got shot at the end?
Nobody cried when Old Yeller got shot? I’m sure.
I cried my eyes out. So we’re all dogfaces, we’re all very, very different, but there is one thing that we all have in common: we were all stupid enough to enlist in the Army. We’re mutants. There’s something wrong with us, something very, very wrong with us. Something seriously wrong with us – we’re soldiers. But we’re American soldiers! We’ve been kicking ass for 200 years! We’re ten and one! Now we don’t have to worry about whether or not we practiced. We don’t have to worry about whether Captain Stillman wants to have us hung. All we have to do is to be the great American fighting soldier that is inside each one of us. Now do what I do, and say what I say. And make me proud. -Stripes
Um, we weren't the ones kicked out of countries, tho.
We were the self-selected group that risked everything to come here for a chance at success. For the chance to earn the rewards of our own hard work, to not be subject to the whims of the elite royals, to not be owned or have the product of our labor owned by anyone else.
You might like the movie, but this is a weird thing to trumpet about.