I bet you were worried, buddy. I was. To be honest, whenever
I encounter an explosion, I feel scared and uneasy. It’s normal to be scared
of gunshots and explosions. No, buddy, this is different. It feels different. It’s like I’m in a cage.
I can’t move. And then… [GUNSHOTS] [SCREAMING] And then what? Then I hear a child’s voice, gunshots, and explosions… Marasigan! Are you deaf? Yes, ma’am. Dig a trench for
the troop to sleep in. What are you waiting for?
Are you deaf? – I said dig a trench.
– Yes, ma’am. Ma’am, I’ll help Marasigan. No. He’ll do it alone. – Buddy.
– What? Did I do something wrong?
[KAMLUN CHUCKLES] What were you expecting,
Marasigan? That you’d sleep in the hut
while we slept out here? No, ma’am. I can sleep anywhere. Get back to work. Yes, ma’am. Come on, put your back into it. You can stop when
you’ve dug deep enough. Yes, ma’am. What’s taking so long?
Are you a man or not? You’re not even halfway done.
It’ll be dark soon. You and the others
are going to sleep in there. Yes, ma’am. Is your hand bleeding? Poor guy. Does it hurt? – It’s nothing, ma’am.
– Are you giving up? It’s nothing, ma’am. Isn’t your dad a Scout Ranger
Regiment Commander? He is, ma’am. Then why are you so slow?! A scout ranger should be snappy. Hurry up. Yes, ma’am. Why is she picking on me? What did I do? Is that any way to treat
someone who helped you? Buddy! Hurry up!
It’ll be dark soon! You do it, then. Is your hand bleeding? Drop it.