Good Morning. You men now have the privilege of serving under the meanest, toughest, screamingest squadron commander in the Marine Corps. ME!
Now, I don't want you to consider me as just your commanding officer. I want you to look on me like I was, well - God. If I say something, you pretend it's coming from the burning bush. Now, we're members of the proudest, most elite group of fighting men in the history of the world. We are Marines! Marines Corps fighter pilots! We have no other function. That is our mission and you are either gonna hack it or pack it. Do you read me?
Within thirty days, I am gonna lead the toughest, flyingest sons-of-b**hes in the world. The 312 Werewolf Squadron will make history, or it will die trying. Now, you're flyin' with Bull Meecham now, and I kid you not, this is the eye of the storm.
Welcome aboard.