Ryan lead Millers group to a bridge Ryan's group was ordered to defend. Miller decided to tell him. "There isn't really a nice way to say it, so I'll just come out and say it… Your brothers are dead, ALL OF THEM!" Miller informed him. Ryan was taking it surprisingly well, skimpily remaining quite for a while. AFTER A LONG SILENCE! "How did they die?" He asked. "Combat" Miller replied.
"What's this about?" Asked a soldier. "Ryan's brothers are dead" Replied Cpl Ham. "What one?" asked private Hover. "All of them" Ham replied. Both stared at him in surprise.
AFTER ANOUTHER LONG SILENCE! "You came all this way just to tell me that?" Ryan asked. "Not quite, we were ordered to come bring you home" Miller to him. Ryan was shocked but also somewhat angry. "I have orders to, and it doesn't include me abandoning my post" Ryan said. "I understand that but this changes things" Miller told him. Ryan kept complaining about how unfair this was. "Hey asshole… Two of our guys dyed trying to save your sorry ass" Relian said angrily. "What were there names?" Ryan asked. "Irwin Wade and Adrian Caparzo" Millish told him. "Adrian what?" Ryan asked. "Caparzo" Millish replied.
Ryan was mad about this.
"WHY ME! WHY DO I DESERVE TO GO HOME! WHAT ABOUT THEM! THEY WORKED JUST AS HARD AS ME!" Ryan cried angrily. Miller was getting angry. "Is that what there suppose to tell your mother, when they send her a folded American flag?" Miller asked. Ryan stared at him. "Tell her… Tell her I was HERE! With the only brothers I have left, there's NO WAY I'm leaving this bridge" Ryan said as started walking away. But Miller stopped him. "PLEEEZE!" He bagged. "I'm not leaving" Ryan answered.
Miller broke into a mental breakdown, and punched him in the face. The force of the hit forced Ryan to fall onto the ground. "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT WE'VE BEEN THOUGH!" He screamed at him. Ryan was about to answer but Miller kicked him in the stomach. "I'm still not going" Ryan replied in a scared little voice. "F*** YOU! F*** YOU F*** YOU!" Miller kept screaming thousands of times, while kicking the crap out of the kid. Until Horvath started pulling him away. "CALM DOWN!" Horvath cried. "I WILL NOT! THIS SON OF A BITCH IS DRIVING ME F***IN CRAZY (points to his eye, which is twitching like crazy) LOOK AT MY TWITCH!" Miller screamed. Horvath slapped him. "Thanks" Miller said calmly.
LATER!
Miller and Horvath sat down and thought about everything. "What do think about all this?" Miller asked. "You don't want to know what I think" Horvath replied. "No Mike, I do" Miller insisted. "Well, part of me thinks the kid's right. He's asks what he's done to deserve this. He wants to stay here, fine. Let's leave him, go home… But another part of me thinks, what if by some miracle we stay and actually make it out of here? Someday we might look back on this and decide that saving Private Ryan was the one decent thing we were able to pull out of this whole god awful shitty mess. That's what I was thinking, sir. Like you said, capain'. We do that, we all earn the right to go home" Horvath told him