"[3] The text intentionally contains grammar and spelling mistakes in order to indicate the character's deficient education and cognitive difficulties, albeit less frequently than its predecessor, reflecting that Forrest is a more mature and somewhat more astute man.

For a time, Forrest pulls the team up in the rankings, but gets cut when he says he cannot make a game due to Jenny's death and her subsequent funeral.

Chancing upon the house of a wealthy woman whose husband is wrapped up in research, Forrest helps create the infamous New Coke, getting him a new job with the conglomerate after he cannot remember the formula.

When he is hounded day and night to duplicate the effort, he feigns success, but the gala event to debut the drink turns into a mob when people think it is awful.

This becomes a success and leads to an idea to create energy from pig dung, but Forrest fails to check control gauges, ending into a messy disaster.

Forrest then works with Ivan Boesky and Michael Milken on Wall Street, where he and his son meet a young actor there while shooting Big, who makes awkward remarks such as "life is like a box of chocolates", which fails to impress them.

He's later met by two MPs, who tell him that due to an error in being medically released while in Vietnam, his enlistment has yet to expire and he is back on active duty.

Forrest considers Alaska a nice change of pace from the superficiality of Manhattan, but ends up accidentally wrecking the Exxon Valdez after a drunken night with an old friend.

In the environmental hoopla that ensues, the Army spirits Forrest out of the States and decides to quiet his involvement, as court-martialing a Medal of Honor recipient would look bad.

Forrest is then assigned to the reputed worst job in the Army: cleaning mud off tank treads in West Germany.

Forrest gets one final visit from Jenny saying that he has set their son straight and that she "likes that German girl", implying that she is ready to cross over to Heaven.

'"[10] The publisher, Simon & Schuster, cite a number of positive reviews, including Patricia Holt, in the San Francisco Chronicle, saying it "is a delight".