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*

MAN: All right,
the end of the line.

-Off your butts.
-(ALL GROANING)

-Let's go, let's go.
-My aching back.

-I can't move!
-(GROANING CONTINUES)

MAN: Come on, come on.

All right, drop your packs.

-Ackerman.
-Yo.

-Bulow.
-Here.

-Carson. Dagget.
-(MEN ANSWERING)

-Galloway.
-Yeah, here.

Hacker.

Hacker!

Private Hacker, Everett H.!

Here.

Hello.

Welcome to World War II.

Hacker.

-Hilton.
-Here.

Jones.

-Jones.
-Here.

-Johnson!
-Here.

Snap it up, son. Snap it up.

Cooley.

-For me?
-Who else?

You're a very funny man,
you know that?

Thanks, Sarge.

-What's your name, son?
-Hacker.

I'm Sergeant Cooley.

Foley, over here.

Foley, this is Hacker.

He'll be staying
with you for a while.

-Hi.
-Hey.

Foley can tell you
just about anything
you want to know.

Glad you're with us, son.

Real glad.

I'm not running a rifle squad,
I'm running a boy scout troop.

Sometimes I think
that damn Wadley

-saves all the kids for me.
-(SCOFFS) Could be.

Poor old Sergeant Cooley.

That makes five of us now.

-Five what?
-He calls us "children."

What's he got against us?

Oh, I don't think he has
anything against us.

I guess he just thinks
we don't know
what we're doing.

Well, how old's he?

Gee, I don't know.
He's old, though.

I think somebody said
he was 38.

He couldn't be
that old, could he?

Why you doing that?

Because it's dirty.

You and Schumacher
oughta start a club.

He's forever cleaning
his rifle.

Not that it isn't good
to clean your rifle.

He even cleans
his bayonet, though.

Is he one of the "children"?

No, he is old. I know he's 38.

Guthrie, Riley, and Chambers
are the other young guys.

You seen any combat?

No.

You?

Some.

Being company messenger,
though,

keeps me pretty busy
behind the lines.

I haven't seen much.

You know where we're going?

No, I have no idea.

Sometimes I wonder
if anybody does.

Here, take it.

Mail call.

-Word from the home front.
-Thanks.

Oops, a new face.
You just visiting?

-HACKER: What?
-I'm Guthrie. You're, uh...

Hacker.

Hey, I got a letter for you
here, Hacker, someplace.

Here it is,
"Private Everett H. Hacker."

From Chicago.
I knew a girl in Chicago once.

Her name was Adeline.

She had... Oh.

Well, I gotta forge on.

Here, take this.

Oh, a letter to mums.

Neither rain nor hail
nor sleet

nor garbage,
nor what the hell.

Don't mind him. He's crazy.

His father's an actor
on the stage.

He's had six mothers.
Can you feature that?

Well, I guess he isn't
as crazy as he seems.

It's from my girl.

(DISTANT EXPLOSIONS)

You know when we move out?

(EXHALES)

This afternoon, I guess.

(EXPLOSIONS CONTINUE)

(CHATTER)

Relax, it isn't gonna be
half as bad as you think.

You'll see.

Well, guess I'd better be
reporting to the captain.

Lots of messages to deliver.

Good luck, Hacker.

Take it easy, now.

Hey, Foley. Where you going?

To Captain Miller.

He's got somebody
from another squad.

-You're to stay with us.
-But I'm supposed to...

Load it, son.

Second squad meeting
right away, over here.

Wish the old man
had kept Foley.

Hope he knows what he's doing
sending him into combat.

Yeah.
Well, I'll keep an eye on him.

Hacker, this is Riley...

-Pierce.
-Hi.

-Schumacher...
-Hacker.

-Chambers.
-Hi.

Guthrie, Corporal Lippincott.

Foley, you know.

(SNEEZES)

Oh, God, bless me.

All right, boys,
we got ourselves

a real easy job
this afternoon.

All we have to do is walk
across a couple miles
of countryside.

-Nothing to stop us?
-Nothing but Germans.

(JAPANESE ACCENT)
No Japanese?

-(LAUGHS)
-Shut your mouth, Guthrie.

(RIFLE CLICKS)

(CLICKING CONTINUES)

All right, boys.

Let's move out.

Come on, let's go! Spread out!

*

Attack!

All right, move out. Let's go!

Medic! Over here.

It's Chambers.

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

(SPUTTERING)

Cut it out.

(COUGHS)

What exciting delicacy
do you prepare?

Pork and egg yolk.

Piquant.

Bet poor old dad isn't having
anything that good at Sardi.

Probably some lousy pheasant
under glass or something.

Well, carry on, old boy.

Pip pip, what ho,
hail Britannia,

and God bless us all,
Sir Tiny Tim.

How's your health?

What health?

Completely gone now, huh?

(WEAKLY) Completely.

I'm walking sickness.

What's the specialty
of the day?

(SIGHING) Trench foot.

Oh.

Not to mention my throat,
my stomach, my kidneys.

No bubonic plague?

If you could get it
up here, I'd get it.

Hi, Hacker.

-How you doing?
-Okay.

I was watching you today.
You did fine.

You didn't get rattled.
You knew what was going on.

One thing I wanted
to mention, though.

When you get up,
get up faster,

and not straight on,
at an angle.

That way, you make less
of a target, you understand?

Couple of other things
I want you to remember.

Your main job is to kill
or capture the enemy.

The second thing is,
stay alive.

You don't have to worry
about anything else,

that's my job.

We'll send you home
with a medal yet.

Folks would like that,
wouldn't they?

Oh, yeah,
they'd probably hock it.

Take it easy.

-You leaving us?
-Oh, there you are.

I was just about
to look for you.

-What's up?
-The Lieutenant was just here.

He wants us to check
on outpost Charlie.

They spotted a German patrol.

Oh?

(RIFLE CLICKS)

What's the matter, you tired?

Oh, just fed up.

What now?

The new one. Hacker.

Got a wall around him.

I don't know whether I'll be
able to reach him or not.

You gotta quit acting
as though you were
a father to these kids.

I could've been, Dave.

Better find someone
to go with us.

Guthrie?

Hark.

Yes, Sergeant?

Since you don't feel
like sleeping,
get the rest of your gear

and meet us back here
in five minutes.

Five minutes.

Good work, Guthrie,
you've done it again.

What's with him, anyway?

God knows, I don't.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

Chocolate.

(WHISPERS) Sundae.

Advance.

Listen, I'd rather retreat
if it's all the same...

Shut up, Guthrie.

Hi, Cooley.

Bender, where are they?

Down in the woods there.

COOLEY: How many?

Oh, three, maybe four.

It's hard to tell.

We saw them
in that patch of...

(GUNSHOT)

(GROANING)

-Let me look.
-(GRUNTS)

Doesn't look too bad.

Think you can make it
to the aid station
by yourself?

Yeah.

Wait till your buddy opens up.

Soon as we start down
the hillside,
open up on those woods.

Use up the belt
and then sit tight.

Guthrie,
don't fire till I say so.

Let's go. Come on.

-Now.
-(AUTOMATIC GUNFIRE)

Looks like they went home?

Shut up.

All right, spread out.

Dear Dad...

Having a wonderful time.
Wish you were here.

(RIFLE COCKS)

(AUTOMATIC GUNFIRE)

-(GUNFIRE)
-(BULLETS RICOCHETING)

(RIFLES COCK)

LIPPINCOTT: Hit it, Sarge!

(GUNSHOT)

Thanks, Dave.

See if any of them
are still alive, will you?

Right.

Did I tell you not to fire
till I said so?

I guess I just
got carried away.

Keep soldiering like that

and you'll get carried away,
all right, in a box.

Gotcha.

You just don't care, do you?

At least you know
how to use that thing.

All right, off and on,
let's go.

Everybody up!

-(MEN GROANING)
-Come on, move!

It's from my girl.

You told me.

Here's a picture of her.

Pretty, isn't she?

Hmm.

You got a girl?

No.

Your family sends you
letters, though, huh?

I have no family.

Well, who sent you
that letter?

My Uncle George, to ask
for allotment money.

Gee, I'm sorry.
I didn't mean...

Your rifle's filthy,
you know that?

LIPPINCOTT: Let's go, boys.

Coffee and across the pond.

Hey, are we moving out?

Oh, you dropped it.

Thanks.

Hey, wait.

All right,
this is Corporal Lippincott,

Schumacher, Foley.

This is Pierce, Guthrie,
Riley and Hacker.

This is Fairchild.
He just joined us.

Pleased to meet you.

There isn't time
to give you instruction now,

so the best thing you can do

is just watch the squad,
and me, of course.

I surely will, Sergeant.

Get it down fast.
We move out in 10 minutes.

*

(GUNFIRE)

(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)

Cooley, take two men
and see what's up there.

Dave, Hacker, on me.

(AUTOMATIC GUNFIRE)

All right, cover me.

(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)

Zigzag!

(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)

All right, grenades. On three.

Pull!

One, two, three.

(GUNFIRE STOPS)

-Good boy.
-FOLEY: I'm hit.

I'm hit!

Where'd it get you, son?

I'm hit.

You're not hit.

I'm not?

The bullet must have hit
a rock or something,

bounced it off your skull.

See any blood?

(GASPS)

A rock, you think?

That's all?

COOLEY: That's all.

Okay, Sergeant, move out.
Let's go.

I thought I had
a Purple Heart for sure.

Funny, isn't it?

Oh, yeah. A riot.

(SHOVELS DIGGING)

My rheumatism.

Beautiful. Just beautiful.

I'm gonna have this
set in bronze

and mail it to dear old Dad.

Anybody home?

Oh, you're putting in
carpeting, are you?

What are you trying to do,
get yourself killed?

You'd really miss me,
wouldn't you?

Not at all.

When do you shingle the roof?

Why don't you go to hell?

Haven't you heard, Schumacher?

We're already there.

COOLEY: Guthrie.

There are Germans
out there, Guthrie.

You remember them, don't you?
Germans?

Germans. Yeah.

Well...

Call me when
the moving van gets here

and I'll help you
carry in your furniture.

Get the hell back
to your foxhole!

I'm going, I'm going.

It's for my foxhole.

Hmm, you're learning.

Better get in it.
There might be snipers around.

Hey, you better dig in.

I will.

What's that?

It's a bird.

It's dead.

See?

Poor thing.

What do you suppose killed it?

Concussion?

No.

No, it died of fright.

(SHELL WHISTLES)

(EXPLOSION)

(SHELLS WHISTLING)

Screamin' mimis!

Get down!

They're coming in.

No!

No!

-Foley! Foley!
-(SHELLS WHISTLING)

No! No! No!

-(SHELL WHISTLING)
-(WHIMPERING)

(SCREAMS)

-(SHELLS WHISTLING)
-(MAN SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY)

(WHISTLING
AND EXPLOSIONS STOP)

-You all right?
-Yeah.

Ah.

Good boy.

Where you going?

Foley went back...

Stay down here.
You don't wanna see it.

I'll be right back.

What happened?

It was Foley.

He just ran away.

Just ran away,
screaming and...

(SIGHS)

Well, so much for being loved.

At least he'll be mourned.

Which is a hell of a lot more
than I can say for myself.

COOLEY: Second squad,
over here right away.

We're being paged, Hacker.

Cheer up, Riley.
The germs didn't
get you after all.

Are you kidding?

Probably end up
in some lousy hospital.

They got every germ
there is there.

Nurses, too.

With my luck,

I'll probably get pregnant.

All right, second squad,
over here on the double.

Come on!

Come on, gather round.

All right, here's the scoop.

Looks like
they're getting ready to pull
a big fat counterattack on us.

So what we're gonna do
is pull back

to a better spot
and dig in again.

That, children,
is what is known

in the Army manual
as a retreat.

-(MEN GROAN)
-Knock it off.

There'll be hot chow waiting
for us when we get there.

-Come on.
-(ALL CHATTERING HAPPILY)

Food!

-(OVERLAPPING VOICES)
-GUTHRIE: Eat up, Fairchild.

MAN 1: Doesn't that look good?

MAN 2: Keep the ashes
out of the pot.

GUTHRIE: Got any Chinese food?

(LAUGHING)

You got any Japanese food?

May I?

Thank you.

I don't believe we've been
personally introduced.

Loren Fairchild is my name.

Pleased to meet you.

I believe the Sergeant said
your name was Hacker?

-Mmm-hmm.
-Where you from, Hacker?

Chicago.

That right?

I'm from
Pineyville, Ohio, myself.

My father runs
a funeral parlor there.

I was his assistant.

You know, it's...
It's downright tragic

how few people
appreciate embalming.

They just don't seem to
understand the craft involved.

It's an art, Hacker.

I remember one particular
project my father had,

an old gentleman who had been
crushed beneath the wheels

of an onrushing truck.

You wouldn't believe
how little was left, Hacker.

I mean, you just
wouldn't believe it.

My father stayed up nights
remodeling those remains.

He had to fashion out
the cheeks,

rehang the ears,

build up the nose.

It was a pulp.

I tell you, Hacker,
you would have been inspired

to see that old gentleman
when he finished.

He looked so natural...

And at peace.

Why, it seemed as if he had

the glow of health
in his cheeks.

-He was the most...
-Hack, I need a man

to help me load some ammo
when you're through.

I'm through.

When do you suppose
they'll attack?

When they're ready.

You don't have anything to
worry about,

good shot like you.

Hey, do I have time
to clean out my kit?

Sure.

Oh, Sergeant Cooley,
glad I ran into you.

It saves me a trip.

This is Harris.

This is Tremont.

Aren't they beautiful?

They're all yours.

Something wrong, Sergeant?

The roster says three.

You're right.

I just remembered
I forgot one.

Oh, Horton!

-Why, you dirty, miserable...
-Watch it, Sergeant.

Not in front of the children.
Ta-ta.

Uh, fellas, you want to start
unloading this ammo?

Well, Horton, where you from?

Cincinnati.

No kidding?
That's a great town.

Hey, you seen any combat?

That's all I have seen
in the last two years.

Africa, Sicily, Italy,
and southern France.

You name it, I've been there.

Well, am I glad to see you.

-Wish I could say the same.
-(CHUCKLES)

Come on, I'll buy you
a cup of coffee.

-Ow! (GROANING)
-Hey, take it easy.

-What's the matter?
-My ankle.

-Your ankle?
-(GROANS)

-Oh, no.
-What's the matter?

I don't believe it.

What did he do?

I just don't believe it!

He didn't break it? (LAUGHS)

Give me a hand
with him, will you?

Give me a hand with him.

Will you give me a hand
with him, huh?

-Sure.
-(GRUNTING)

-(GRUNTING)
-Come on.

-(LAUGHS)
-Shut up, Wadley!

-(LAUGHING)
-Wadley, will you shut up?

-(GROANS)
-I can't help it.

The first guy we give you
who ain't a kid,

look what happens,
he fell down, broke his ankle.

Hacker,
get that truck unloaded.

Ten seconds after I gave him
to you. I can't stand it.

(LAUGHING)

(LAUGHTER CONTINUES)

All right, come on.

Are we too late for chow?

Somebody said they
were gonna attack soon.

-Is that right?
-Yeah.

How soon?

When they're ready.

Don't get panicky.

I won't expect you
to knock 'em out.

(DISTANT EXPLOSIONS)

(EXPLOSIONS CONTINUE)

This is Fox 2-8.

Fire mission.

Coordinates, 3-0-5...

6-0-1.

Right 5-0.

Not yet. Not yet!

Good shooting.

Pour it on, boys. Pour it on.

Hold it!

COOLEY: Fire!

They're turning back!
They're turning back, Sarge!

Hold your fire!

(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)

It's over, Hacker.

(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)

-Hacker!
-(GUNFIRE STOPS)

(SIGHS)

MAN: That's it.

That's it.

I'm not hurt that bad,
I tell you.

The hell you aren't.
You can barely walk.

-I can walk.
-Come on, buddy.

I got a job to do.

You did it, Dave. You did it.

No one could have done it
any better.

Now, go home.
You're out of it.

(ENGINE STARTS)

Hacker!

Sit down.

(SIGHS)

You know about Lippincott?

Yeah.

Pierce and Schumacher?

Yeah.

You're the only one left.

"Left"?

To be assistant squad leader.

Well, what about Guthrie?

I can't depend on him.

He knows his job, but he just
doesn't give a damn.

Well, there's...

Nobody, Hack.

You're the only one
I can count on.

Don't let me down, now.

Okay.

That's the stuff.

You're from Chicago,
aren't you?

Yeah.

Folks live there now?

No, they're dead.

You're kidding.

Oh, two of a kind, then.

My folks were killed in
a car wreck when I was four.

They were?

Yeah, I had to go out

and live with my aunt
and uncle

in Taos, New Mexico.

That's where I live now.

At least I will
when this damn war ends.

I live with my aunt
and uncle, too.

No kidding.

You like your uncle?

He's all right, I guess.

A little rough
around the edges.

Not bad, though.

Oh.

How do you get along
with your uncle?

Oh, he thinks I'm a bum.

My father dumped me on him
right after I... I was born.

That's when my mother died.

Hmm.

How about your aunt?
How do you get along with her?

Oh, not too well. She...

She had a little boy
that died.

And...

She doesn't really know
too much what's going on,

you know?
She's always, uh...

Mourning him?

Yeah. Yeah. You know?

I know.

My wife and I lost
our son when he...

When he was just five.

Well...

Being my assistant
makes you a corporal,

-you know that, don't you?
-It does?

Keep it up and you'll be
a sergeant before you know it.

What's your first name, Hack?

Everett. What's yours?

Promise you won't
tell anybody?

I'll blast you if you do.

Well, my old lady got real
impressed by Shakespeare

when she was
lugging me around.

She was reading Hamlet.

That's your name?

What, "Hamlet"?

No. I'd settle for it, though.

No, the old lady thought
Horatio was a real fine name.

Horatio?

You tell anybody...

I won't. I won't, really.

Good deal.

Now, you and I will be
going on patrol after dark.

Got a little job to do.
Nothing special.

German tank
the air corps can't get at.

Okay.

Incidentally, son,

haven't got anything better
to do when the war's over,

come on out to Taos.

We've got plenty of room.

Thank you. (CHUCKLES)

I like your style, kid.

Oh. (CHUCKLES)

Hey!

What's the matter?

Look at that!

Take a look.

-Nature's realm unsullied.
-Oh, boy. (CHUCKLES)

-Until now.
-What do you mean?

I intend to submerge
my feet down there.

Hey, yeah, that's a good idea.
Let's go.

*

Aren't you gonna take
your shoes off?

Presently, Tremont. Presently.

Hey.

Hey, a swan. (CHUCKLES)

I believe
it's a duck, Tremont.

Oh, yeah, a duck.
Yeah, well, sure.

-Tremont?
-TREMONT: Huh?

How'd you like to have that
stuffed and roasted?

Aw, cut it out.

COOLEY: Hey!

Who the hell told you
you could go down there?

You see
what the sign says?

It says this slope is mined.

Mined and uncleared.

All right, I don't know
how you got down there,

but you're gonna
crawl back up.

Have any of you got
your bayonets with you?

Well, have you?

Great.

Have any of you got a knife?

Well, what have you got, then?

(LAUGHS)

A fork.

All right, now use the fork.

Give it to Guthrie.

Me?

Oh.

You mean I'm... I'm gonna...

You got it.

Start crawling up the hill
one after another.

Guthrie first.

Start probing, Guthrie!

You do remember
how to probe, don't you?

Yeah, it's one
of my favorite hobbies.

Well, do you?

Yes, sir. (GRUNTS)

-Not so fast, Tremont.
-Oh.

Shallow angle, Guthrie.

If you hit anything,
mark it and move around it.

"Mark it and crawl around it,"
he says.

(STUTTERS) Have you hit
anything yet, Guthrie?

If I do, I'll let you know.

Huh?

-I'll faint.
-(LAUGHS)

(DUCK QUACKS)

Oh, no!

Go back, duck.
Don't come after us.

Duck, go away!

What if he steps on a mine?

Why are you stopping?

There's a, uh...

There's a duck
following us, Sergeant.

(SOFTLY)
"A duck is following us."

Well, throw something at it.

Something light.

-(QUACKING)
-(RELIEVED SIGH)

All right, come on, let's go.

Keep moving, keep moving.

Probing in a minefield
with a fork.

Whoever heard
of such a stupid...

Stop!

-I'm stuck on something.
-What?

My shoelace is caught.

(WHIMPERS)

It's Tremont, Sergeant.
He's caught on something.

-Yeah.
-Don't move, Tremont.

Hold still.
Don't move a muscle.

-Could be a booby trap.
-FAIRCHILD: Yeah.

Check it, Fairchild.

Huh?

What is it? What is it?

Huh?

(GASPING)

(WHIMPERING, GASPING)

It's your other foot!

(LAUGHS)

(CHUCKLING)

Would you all like to go back
to your places now
and stay there?

We certainly would,
Sergeant.

That's good, I'm glad.
All right, dig in!

Get in your foxholes
and stay in your foxholes

till I get back
from patrol tonight.

Well, what's he mad at us for?

We didn't even hit a mine.

You bragging or complaining?

(CHUCKLES)

I lost my appetite now.

(EXPLOSION)

(METAL CLANGING)

(HAMMERING)

(WHISPERS) What am I doing
out here anyway?

You could have stayed
with your squad

and just loaned me
your grenade launcher,
you know.

(WHISPERS) The hell with that.
I've lost enough equipment.

From now on, I keep
my eye on everything.

Knock it off, will ya?

Hey.

Would you like a receipt?

The rest of you, cover me.

When I fire, open up on 'em.

He better not lose it.

Will you knock it off?

(EXPLOSION)

(GUNFIRE)

Come on, let's go!

(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)

Hit the dirt!

Soon as the flare
goes out, we split up.

Give me my
grenade launcher first.

(RIFLE COCKS)

Sorry if I got it dirty.

Knock it off!

All right, let's go.

-(THUDS)
-(MEN GRUNT)

Get some sleep, Hack.

We'll be moving out
in a couple hours.

-Where are we going?
-Who knows?

Forward, backward, sideways,
wherever they send us.

-Get some sleep now.
-Okay.

If Guthrie starts blabbing,
shoot him.

All clear?

He moves on triumphant.

He's all right.

-GUTHRIE: Hacker?
-He's all right.

All right, he's all right.

Everybody picking on
poor old Guthrie this morning.

Cooley told you
to get some sleep.

What, are you in love
with that thing?

Well, since you're
incommunicado,
I shall read my mail.

(YAWNING) Wake up, Guthrie.
The world needs you.

(PAPER RUSTLING)

(LAUGHS)

Here I sit
in a hole in the ground

in the middle of nowhere,
and this silly...

Wants me to ask my old man
to help her meet a producer.

How's that for the backbreaker
of the week?

Your dad knows a lot
of big people, doesn't he?

Scads, Hacker, scads.

How come you're not
an officer, then?

Because everybody knows
that joining the infantry
and getting killed

is the only thing
a real hero can do.

You really wanna know, Hacker?

I might have had a commission
in the Signal Corps.

So why didn't you?

I guess I didn't want
dear old dad

to do anything else for me.

Or to me.

Listen, you really should
get some sleep.

Oh, shut up.

*

(TAPS)

Come on, children.

*

-(AUTOMATIC GUNFIRE)
-Hit it!

Hack, come on.

Let's see you cover us.

(GUNFIRE)

(EXPLOSION)

Cover me.

(GUNSHOTS)

(GUNSHOT)

Can't you tell
he was surrendering?

-(THUDS)
-Hey there, Hacker!

Hack, come here.

-Sit down.
-I'm not tired.

Sit.

You all right?

There's nothing wrong with me.

Yes, there is.

I didn't see he had
his hands up.

All right,
we'll skip that for now.

I know it isn't easy
to switch gears

in the middle of a firefight.

What I want to talk
to you about is...

-Good job, Cooley.
-Thank you, sir.

There's a squad leaders
meeting.

Yes, sir.

Look, Hack, it's...

It's one thing to kill
because it's your duty.

It's another thing to kill
because you like it.

Oh, now I'm a killer?

-I didn't say...
-LIEUTENANT: Cooley.

Yes, sir.

Killing's a job, Hack.

You do it, and it's over.

But you gotta know
when it's over.

You gotta stop yourself.

-Or other people
have to stop...
-Cooley!

(GRUMBLES)

We'll talk about it later.

Caramba!

What's the matter?

Today is September 3rd,
isn't it?

-Yeah.
-It's my birthday.

Many happy returns
of the day, Guthrie.

Thank you.

Just don't say,
"Many more of the same."

I see what you mean.

Well, here's
your birthday present.

You shouldn't have.

The best is
none too good for you.

Here's another present
for you, Guthrie.

Hey, that's just
what I needed.

Mmm, speech.

Speech?

Friends, Romans...

Dog faces...

Guthrie, you're a humorist.

No, I'm an escapist.

Well, if that's being
an escapist, I'd enjoy
being one as well.

No, no, no, no,
you're the spiritual type.

-No offense.
-What type am I?

(GERMAN ACCENT)
Well, let's see.
You're the extroverted type.

To you, war is an adventure.

You respond in your skin
und not in your heart.

-Bull.
-As you say, bull, ja.

And Tremont, how would
you classify him?

Tremont is our secret weapon.

We sneak him in
behind "zhe" enemy lines

und he starts to eat
"zheir" food.

Und within three meals,
the enemy faces starvation

and is forced to capitulate.

What about Hacker?

Oh, listen, Hacker.

Here is a very special
problem. Hacker.

A man in love with his rifle,

a most mysterious
and highly suspect malady.

Oh, ja.

-Guthrie?
-Hmm?

Oh.

Men, you better dig in.

Looks like we'll be
staying here for a while.

(NORMAL ACCENT) Oh, good,
we get to dig in again.

We must be extra kind
to Guthrie today, Sergeant.

He's a birthday child.

Birthday child, huh?

How old are you, Guthrie, 10?

No, I'm 11.

Happy birthday. Dig in.

Hack?

Yeah?

When they've finished,

put Harris on two-hour
guard duty out there.

Then Tremont, Guthrie,
Fairchild, yourself,

and I'll take the last watch.

You missed my birthday party,
Corporal.

Cooley bawl you out
for taking a shot
at the German, did he?

Look, I wouldn't let him
bother you, he's just...

Oh, Horatio
doesn't bother me.

Who?

"Horatio"?

You're not telling me
that Cooley...

(LAUGHS)

You jest, Hacker. You jest.

-Dig!
-Yes, sir.

Anything you say,
little Corporal.

His name's not really Horatio.

I said dig.

Yes, sir.

These noncoms
is all the same...
Power mad.

"I told you to dig,
confound you, boy."

"Yes, sir, I'm digging.
I'm digging."

"Don't call me 'sir.'

"I'm a noncommissioned
officer, you boob.

"Corporal Hacker of
the light horse Marine Corps."

Oh, see Hacker.

Hacker is shooting Germans.

Shoot, Hacker, shoot!
Bang, bang goes Hacker's gun.

"Ouch, ouch,"
go the Germans.

See them falling dead.

(GRUNTS) "Uh-oh," says Hacker.

"Look what my nice gun
can do."

(GRUNTS)

I wouldn't
worry about shooting
that German, Hacker.

It could happen to any of us.

Hell, you get...
You're all tensed up

and you can't help pulling
the trigger, just like that.

None of us would kill a guy
in cold blood.

Halt! Who goes there?

Hacker.

Right you are.

You're supposed to ask
for the password.

I'm sorry, I forgot.

-Are you angry, Hacker?
-About what?

About what Guthrie said
this afternoon.

He was only joshing.

You mustn't take everything
so personally, Hacker.

-We're all your friends.
-Oh, but...

-Oh, Hacker.
-Oh, drop it, will ya?

-Hacker, please don't...
-(DISTANT EXPLOSION)

Oh, my good Lord.

(GUNSHOTS)

Hacker, shoot!

Why don't you shoot?

Hacker!

(GUNSHOTS CONTINUE)

(BREATHING HEAVILY
AND WHIMPERING)
Hacker...

-Fairchild...
-(PANTING)

Hacker...

(GASPS, BREATHING STOPS)

Fairchild?

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

I couldn't shoot.

What?

I couldn't shoot.

And it's your fault, damn it!

You and your,
"Good boy, good boy.

"Shoot the enemy,
that's your job.

"Fire! Fire! Fire!
No, no, don't shoot.

"No, you're a killer.
Stop yourself!"

-Oh, you dirty son of a...
-Stop it!

Stop it! Stop it!

Now get back to the squad.
Go on.

I'll take your watch. Go on.

Soldier?

Ah. Time to go.

-Where?
-To Berlin.

Coffee?

Hey, why didn't you wake me?

Cooley said to let you sleep.

Hacker, you all right?

Oh, shut up.

You're all right.

How you feeling, Hack?

He's happy as a lark.

All right. Tremont,
Harris, over here.

The platoon's been ordered up

to help secure
an observation post.

A farmhouse a couple miles
down the road.

The Germans might try
to take it back again.

They've already done it
four times.

Any questions?

Who would I see
about getting a discharge?

Let's get ready.

(GROANS)

Hack, you were
pretty bad last night.

I'd hate to see you going
into this one unprepared.

Stay with it, huh?

I'm all right.

(EXPLOSIONS)

I swear if I don't
get a raise soon,

I'm gonna quit this job.

Well, here comes
retreat number five.

Get ready to give them
covering fire.

Fire!

Fire, Hacker! Fire!

Hold your fire! Hold it!

Squad leaders, over here.

Holy mackerel,
we've only been here
15 minutes.

What are we waiting for?
Let's move it.

Hey, I wonder how
they're gonna serve chow.

You would.

Well...

What's the matter, Hack?

-Hack?
-Nothing.

(GUNFIRE)

If there's something
I can do...

(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)

What's with him?

What is it?

Well, Tremont's got a point.
How are they gonna serve chow?

Huh?

All right,
we take the house again.

We just lost the house.

So, we take it back.

And round and round she goes.

You gonna make it?

Look, I'd send you back
if I could, but...

No one has to send me back.

Then wake up, I need you!

All right, let's go!

(EXPLOSIONS)

Harris, go, go!

Hacker, go.

Hack.

Back!

Now fire, damn it!

Fremont, Guthrie, go.

All right. Hacker, go.
Let's go!

Reload, Hacker! Reload.

Let's go!

Up! Up!

Guthrie, cover us. Let's go!

(DISTANT GUNFIRE)

Good boy.

(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)

All right, break it up.

I said break it up!

Oh, it's you, Guthrie.
That's all right.

New wallpaper
and some curtains,

it'll be just like home again.

Oh, with Mother Tremont
at the stove,

preparing to make
her boys an omelet.

Show you how you do this,
Tremont.

You take three eggs, you see?

Then you throw them
up in the air

and you make very sure
that you don't drop one,

-or two...
-(YELPS)

-Because if you...
-(YELPS)

That's how you make eggs
a la Guthrie.

-Are you nuts?
-I must be.

Show you
how to do that again...

Don't you touch them.

I'm just trying
to help you, boy.

(EXPLOSION)

Well, it ain't over yet.

The Lieutenant, he's dead.

-Harris, radio.
-Yo!

(EXPLOSIONS CONTINUE)

Wolf 2, this is Wolf 1, over.

Enemy artillery's zeroing in.

Hey, let's move him, huh?

Yes, sir. Wilco.

Out.

Let's get out of here!

Enemy tanks reported
moving in.

Let's get out of here.

(EXPLOSIONS CONTINUE)

Let's go.

No.

Oh!

Go! Will you go?

Go! Come on.

Let's go. Make it!

Hacker,
where the hell are you...

(EXPLOSIONS CONTINUE)

Get outta here.

Get outta here.

No. Hack, don't.
Get outta here.

Oh... Hack...

Hack.

Get the...

Get the hell outta here.

(GRUNTS)

Get the hell outta here, Hack.

No.

Damn it, Hack.

No.

Ah, will you go? Will you go?

(GROANS)

(EXCLAIMS IN PAIN)

I'm sorry.

Take it easy. (GROANS)

Hey, Sarge?

Sarge?

(GRUNTS WEAKLY)

Oh, for...

Hey, will you keep
your eyes open?

-Hack, for God's sake...
-Will you just your eyes open?

(GROANS SOFTLY)

(TANK APPROACHING)

(GUNSHOTS)

(SHELL WHOOSHES)

(FIRING CONTINUES)

Hey, Sarge, it's our guys.

Our guys are coming back,
Sarge.

Hey, come on! Come on!

(GRUNTS WEAKLY)

(SIGHS)

Hey, wait!

Hey, wait!

Hey, no, wait!

Better stay put, son.

(MEN MOANING SOFTLY)

COOLEY: Hacker? Down here.

(MAN COUGHS)

-Yeah.
-I'm glad to see you.

Yeah.

Yeah, how are you?

I'll be all right.

How do you feel?

I... I don't even know
what's wrong with me.

(CHUCKLES WEAKLY)

What are you doing
walking around?

I... I was looking for you.

Yeah?

You...

You saved my life.

I didn't do anything.

The hell you didn't.

(CHUCKLES)

You were gonna fight off
the whole damn German army

to do it, too, weren't you?

Huh?

Oh, I saw you.

You thought I was out,
but I wasn't.

You had your cartridge clips
on the windowsill

and your grenades,
and my Tommy gun
and your rifle.

(CHUCKLES)
What were you gonna do,

take 'em all on,
tanks and everything?

No, I...

No.

I... I just knew
I was gonna die.

Yeah.

Well, I... I guess you got
the million-dollar wound, huh?

I guess so.

Well, I guess they'll be...

I... I guess they'll be
discharging you.

What's the matter?

Oh, nothing. Nothing.

I guess you'll...
Guess you'll be going home.

I don't know, Hack.

Yeah, well... Well, I...

I guess I'll be seeing you
sometime again, huh?

MAN: Look out, soldier.

(GROANING)

Just a minute, medic.

(GRUNTS)

Hack?

-Yeah?
-Don't forget, now...

You come on out
whenever you're ready.

Taos, New Mexico.

It's T-A-O-S. Got that?

You take care, now.
I'll see you.

Yeah, I will.

I will.

Hey, Sarge...

Look what we got.

Here they are.

And I threw
the little ones back.

Guthrie, you're a joker.
You're a real joker.

Well...

Come on, children.

-Hi.
-Help me up.

-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
-Watch it.

Come on.

-(ENGINE REVS)
-Watch yourself. There we go.

(BOTH GRUNT)

Watch.

*