Full Metal Jacket Intro Speech Essay

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Joker is the squad leader during boot camp and is given the responsibility of training up Pyle so he doesn't bring down the squad. When Pyle continues to screw up he, along with the other recruits beat him in the middle of the night. His participation and allowing for the beating leads to Pyle killing Sgt. Hartman and taking his own life on the last night of boot camp. Joker goes on to Vietnam as a journalist, but uses his rifle far more than most writers do, and after encountering a young female sniper—who's killed his friends and has bullets all through her body—he chooses to kill her and take away her pain, fulfilling what he believes to be a responsibility to another human being, one that he didn't fulfill with Pyle.

Pyle is a recruit in Marine boot camp. He appears to be the weakest link in his squad as he continues to fail at the physical training and when Sgt. Hartman finds a jelly donut in his locker all the rest of the squad begins to be punished for his actions. Because he continues to screw up the other recruits beat him while he is sleeping which changes him. It wrecks his soul and the only thing he has left is his rifle which he uses to kill Hartman and take his own life.

Sgt. Hartman is in charge of the new recruits to the Marine boot camp and he's hard on them. He verbally abuses the men in order to beat the child out of them and molds them into soldiers by extreme physical training. He is especially hard on Pyle as he sees him as a screw up, but his way of helping him is repeatedly beating him down. Once he catches Pyle with a donut he punishes the rest of the squad which leads to them ostracizing Pyle and beating him. Pyle then flips a switch and when Hartman confronts him with the same aggression in the bathroom on the last night of boot camp, Pyle shoots and kills him in cold blood.

Rafterman is a journalist working for "Stars and Stripes" a newspaper covering the war for America. He's eager to get to the battlefield as he hasn't seen action yet. Joker wants him to hold back, but Rafterman requests to go on mission with Joker to the front lines which he is granted. Once their he kills for the first time and he begins to crave it. Instead of finding it hard to deal with he craves killing more people and we see he is very mixed up when he mows down a young female Vietnamese sniper and begins to jump and scream for joy as the other men look at the reality of the situation. The war has changed him.

Cowboy is one of Joker's friends from boot camp who goes on to lead a unit of men in Vietnam. Joker and Rafterman are assigned to Cowboy's unit in order to cover the war. When he and his men are pinned down by sniper fire he demands that they fall back, but no one listens to him and they overwhelm him and cause the unit to go after the gunman against his orders. He goes with them and is soon shot and killed by the sniper while trying to call for reinforcements.

Full Metal Jacket Intro Monologue

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[Full Metal Jacket Intro Monologue]

[Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:] I am Gunnery Sergeant Hartman, your senior drill instructor. From now on you will speak only when spoken to, and the first and last words out of your filthy sewers will be “Sir”. Do you maggots understand that?
[[Recruits:] [In unison in a normal speaking tone] Sir, yes Sir.
[Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:] Bullshit I can’t hear you. Sound off like you got a pair!
[Recruits:] [In unison, much louder] SIR, YES SIR!
[Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:] If you ladies leave my island, if you survive recruit training, you will be a weapon. You will be a minister of death praying for war. But until that day you are pukes. You are the lowest form of life on Earth. You are not even human fucking beings. You are nothing but unorganized grabastic pieces of amphibian shit! Because I am hard, you will not like me. But the more you hate me, the more you will learn. I am hard but I am fair. There is no racial bigotry here. I do not look down on niggers, kikes, wops or greasers. Here you are all equally worthless. And my orders are to weed out all non-hackers who do not pack the gear to serve in my beloved Corps. Do you maggots understand that?
[Recruits:] YES SIR, YES SIR!
[Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:] Bullshit I can’t hear you.
[Recruits:] YES SIR, YES SIR!

[Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:] What’s your name, scumbag?
[Private Snowball:] Sir, Private Brown, sir!
[Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:] Bullshit! From now on you’re Private Snowball. Do you like that name?
[Private Snowball:] Sir, yes, sir!
[Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:] Well there’s one thing that you won’t like, [Private Snowball:] they don’t serve fried chicken and watermelon on a daily basis in my mess hall.
[Private Snowball:] Sir, yes, sir!

[Private Joker:] [doing a bad John Wayne impersonation] Is that you John Wayne? Is this me?
[Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:] Who said that? Who the fuck said that? Who’s the slimy little communist shit twinkle toed cock-sucker down here who just signed his own death warrant? Nobody, huh? The fairy fucking godmother said it. Out-fucking-standing. I will P.T. you all until fucking die. I’ll P.T you until your assholes are sucking buttermilk!
[Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:] [Grabs Cowboy and questions him] Was you you scroungy little fuck, huh?
[Private Cowboy:] Sir, No Sir!
[Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:] You little piece of shit, you look like a fucking worm. I’ll bet it was you!
[Private Cowboy:] Sir, No Sir!
[Private Joker:] Sir, I said it sir.
[Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:] Well, no shit. What have we got here? A fucking comedian, Private Joker. I admire your honesty. Hell I like you. You can come over to my house and fuck my sister.
[Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:] [hits Joker in the belly who falls to his knees] You little scumbag! I got your name, I got your ass! You will not laugh, you will not cry. You will learn by the numbers, I will teach you. Now get up, get on your feet. You had best unfuck your self or I will unscrew your head and shit down your neck!
[Private Joker:] [gets back to his feet] Sir, yes Sir!
[Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:] Private Joker why did you join my beloved Corps?
[Private Joker:] Sir, to kill sir!

[Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:] So you’re a killer?
[Private Joker:] Sir, yes sir!
[Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:] Then let me see your war face!
[Private Joker:] [nervously] Sir?
[Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:] You got a war face! AAAAAAAAHH! That’s a war face, now let me see your war face!
[Private Joker:] Ahhhh!
[Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:] Bullshit. You didn’t convince me. let me see your REAL war face!
[Private Joker:] [Screaming] AHHHHHHHHHHH!
[Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:] You don’t scare me! Work on it!
[Private Joker:] Sir, yes sir!
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[Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:] What’s your excuse?
[Private Cowboy:] Sir, excuse for what, sir?
[Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:] I’m asking the fucking questions here, private! Do you understand?
[Private Cowboy:] Sir, yes, sir.
[Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:] Well, thank you very much! Can I be in charge for a while?
[Private Cowboy:] Sir, yes, sir.
[Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:] Are you shook up? Are you nervous?
[Private Cowboy:] Sir, I am, sir.
[Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:] Do I make you nervous?
[Private Cowboy:] Sir?
[Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:] “Sir” what? Were you about to call me an asshole?
[[Private Cowboy:]] Sir, no Sir!
[Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:] How tall are you, private?
[Private Cowboy:] Sir, five-foot-nine, sir.
[Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:] Five-foot-nine, I didn’t know they stacked shit that high! You’re trying to squeeze an inch in on me somewhere, huh?
[Private Snowball:] Sir, no, sir!
[Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:] Bullshit, it looks to me like the best part of you ran down the crack of your momma’s ass and ended up as a brown stain on the mattress. I think you’ve been cheated. Where the hell are you from anyway Private?
[Private Snowball:] Sir, Texas, sir!
[Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:] Holy dogshit, Texas! Only steers and queers come from Texas, Private Cowboy! And you don’t look much like a steer to me so that kind of narrows it down. Do you suck dicks?
[Private Snowball:] Sir, no, sir!
[Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:] Are you a peter-puffer?
[Private Snowball:] Sir, no, sir!
[Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:] I bet you are the kind of guy that would fuck a person in the ass and not even have the goddamn common courtesy to give him a reach-around. I’ll be watching you!
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[Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:] Did your parents have any children that lived?
[[Private Gomer Pyle:]] Sir, yes, sir.
[Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:] I bet they regret that. You’re so ugly you could be a modern art masterpiece! What’s your name fat body?
[Private Gomer Pyle:] Sir, Leonard Lawrence, sir.
[Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:] Lawrence? Lawrence what… of Arabia?
[Private Gomer Pyle:] Sir, no, sir.
[Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:] That name sounds like royalty. Are you royalty?
[Private Gomer Pyle:] Sir, no, sir.
[Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:] Do you suck dicks?
[Private Gomer Pyle:] Sir, no, sir.
[Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:] Bullshit. I bet you could suck a golf ball through a garden hose.
[Private Gomer Pyle:] Sir, no, sir.
[Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:] I don’t like the name Lawrence, only faggots and sailors are called Lawrence. From now on you’re Gomer Pyle.
[Private Gomer Pyle:] Sir, yes, sir.
[Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:] Do you think I’m cute, Private Pyle? Do you think I’m funny?
[Private Gomer Pyle:] Sir, no, sir!
[Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:] Then wipe that disgusting grin off your face.
[Private Gomer Pyle:] Sir, yes, sir.
[tries to stop smiling]
[Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:] Well, any fucking time, sweetheart!
[Private Gomer Pyle:] Sir, I’m trying, sir.
[Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:] Private Pyle I’m gonna give you three seconds; exactly three-fucking-seconds to wipe that stupid looking grin off your face or I will gouge out your eyeballs and skull-fuck you! ONE! TWO! THREE!
[Private Gomer Pyle:] Sir, I can’t help it, sir.
[Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:] Bullshit! Get on your knees scumbag!
[Pyle drops down to his knees]
[Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:] Now choke yourself.
[Pyle wraps his own hands around his throat]
[Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:] Goddamn it, with MY hand, numb-nuts!
[Pyle reaches for Hartman’s hand]
[Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:] Don’t pull my fucking hand over there! I said choke yourself; now lean forward and choke yourself!
[Pyle does so]
[Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:] Are you through grinning?
[Private Gomer Pyle:] [gagging] Sir, yes, sir.
[Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:] Bullshit, I can’t hear you!
[Private Gomer Pyle:] [louder] Sir, yes, sir.
[Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:] Bullshit, I STILL can’t hear you! Sound off like you’ve got a pair!
[Private Gomer Pyle:] SIR, YES, SIR!
[Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:] That’s enough! Get on your feet. Private Pyle you had best square your ass away and start shitting me Tiffany cufflinks or I will definitely fuck you up!
[Private Gomer Pyle:] Sir, yes, sir.

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