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From 1942 to 1945, Sam Byrne,

a ranch boy from Wayoming drafted into the army,

shared his personal account of the war in letters home.

This story is inspired by these letters.

Dear Ma,

don't worry.

I'm okay.

They won't let me tell you where we are.

The First Special Service Force

had our first major battle.

We had to climb a mountain

just to get to where we could fight.

No other unit believed it could be done.

And it was cold...

The first time I looked down my rifle sights aimed at a man...

was difficult.

Just target a German.

Don't shoot 'til you have the order.

I really don't want to kill anybody.

I keep telling myself I am here because it is my duty.

And dad expects me to fight.

Mon ami,

he's not a man,

just a grey uniform.

Just a gray uniform.

I didn't have time to even think about what I had done.

There was so much shooting going on--

It was kill--

or be killed.

Kill...

or my friends would die.

I hate it.

Get yourself down there.

This right here--

is the gun that my daddy gave to me.

One day this is going to be your gun.

Alright?

Always point your gun in a safe direction, Sam.

What's a safe direction?

Don't know.

It's where you won't hurt somebody.

Always keep your gun pointed away from people.

I don't ever want to shoot nobody.

Well, that's good.

You keep your gun pointed away from people

and you won't.

Now this right here,

that's the rear sight--

and that is the front sight.

Always focus on the front sight and you make sure your

target is dead center.

Okay?

Alright, now...

Never pull the trigger with the crook of your finger.

Instead use the tip--

and you'll be way more accurate.

Okay? Go and try that out.

Now you notice how that gun tends to...

bounce around and not hold still?

Yeah, I can't keep it on the can.

Alright, what you do is you let out all your air...

When you reach that point where the air's all gone,

that's when you aim-

and squeeze off the shot

with the tip of your finger.

Go on now...

I did it! I did it!

Alright now, don't get cocky on me.

Sorry.

Listen, remember what I told you...

focus,

breathe,

squeeze.

Now I want you to hit the rest of them cans as fast as you can.

How's that?

Nice shootin' Sam.

You're going to be a fine, sharp shooter one day.

Maybe you'll get a chance to do what I could never do in the

Great War.

What did you do?

Well...

I was assigned to take care of the horses

the entire war.

I never got a chance to actually fight.

Some day you'll get a chance to fight the next war.

Well... you'll think differently when

they're shootin' at you and your buddies.

I just wish you didn't have to go.

Well, my number came up.

It's my duty to go.

I'll serve just like Dad--

in the Great War.

We're so proud of you, Sam...

right Ma?

You're going to be a fine soldier.

Don't worry, Ma.

I'll be just fine.

This war will be over

and I'll be home before you can say Jack Robinson.

Write to me everyone.

I'll write ya every day!

- Bye, son. - Bye.

Mail just got here.

From Sam!

Oh, Okay!

Alright...

'Dear Family,

This is just to let you know I finished basic training

and got recruited to be part of a new unit called

the First Special Service Force.

I'm being sent for training as a paratrooper

and whatever else they need me to do.

The camp is all the way over in

Helena, Montana.

If other units say it can't be done,

that's when they'll send for us.

So Dad, I think

I'll for sure not be taking care of horses.

I'll let you know more about it once I get there,

but for now that's all I know.'

It's okay. It's okay...

Ma, you left out this part--

'Oh, I get paid an extra

50 bucks to be in this paratrooper unit.'

Wow, an extra 50 bucks!

That's what I want to do when I go.

- Same!

Sam's gonna be okay.

50 bucks!

This is good.

Name, soldier?

Private Samuel Byrne, Sir.

Private Byrne,

you will address me as Master Sergeant Sanders

and never as "Sir."

That's a whole different kind of animal.

Yes, Master Sergeant Sanders.

Byrne, you are in Second Regiment, Second Company,

Hut 385.

Name?

Ernest Chipchase,

Canadian.

You a--

got something there on your lip.

I'm Jean Paul Sabourin,

as you can tell

I am French Canadian,

from Montreal, Quebec.

I just arrived today also.

Well, that's quite a mouthful.

I think I'll just call you Frenchy.

C'est la vie.

I'm Sam Byrne,

from Wyoming.

Am I in the wrong hut?

I'm not Canadian.

Here's another proud Canadian,

Private Jack Knight.

Nice to meet you.

What is that smell?

You a cowboy?

I'm a rancher.

But yeah,

I hang around cattle

and ride a horse.

Whatever you say, cowboy.

You got a long way to go to catch up with us Canadians.

They told us to fall-in in five minutes,

about five minute ago.

Pack your gear and

let's go.

This... is Captain Pat O'Neill.

He's our greatest resource

on hand-to-hand combat.

Listen closely.

It will save your life.

Right lads,

the enemy intends to kill ya.

So,

that means, if you want to survive,

you must

take his weapon out of commission.

You've got to incapacitate him first.

And fast!

What's your name, young fella?

Byrnes, sir.

A good Irish name.

Come here to me.

I like to know the names of the people I beat up.

Don't worry,

I won't bite ya,

unless I have to.

Right...

take this fake gun in your hand...

and come at me,

ready to kill.

Come on, cowboy. Come on.

Don't worry, lads.

He'll come around soon.

Remember this,

and be aware.

If you use this,

or any other technique I teach ya,

your enemy,

if he survives,

will come at ya,

fightin'

and ready to kill.

Are you all right there, young Byrne?

Are you breathing okay?

Can you talk?

Yes, sir.

Looks like I was right.

One of those fighting Irish.

This soldier has moxie!

Grace, you really should come.

You'll have fun.

Dance,

laugh,

have a good time.

Robin, going to that bar is not what I call fun.

Drunk soldiers, loggers, miners,

all thinking they can have their way with all the girls...

Not my idea of fun.

Well, I know you like to dance

and there's plenty of that.

It'll be fun!

Gentlemen!

We must accomplish what we came here for.

Let's go find some dames!

If you take too long to ask,

someone else will beat you to it.

And I'd really rather dance with you

than one of those loggers or miners over there.

I'm not such a good dancer,

but you can teach me, if you like.

I learn quick.

I'm Grace Ford,

what's your name?

I'm Sam.

Sam Byrne from Wyoming.

I've never danced like this before.

Well, hi Sam Byrne from Wyoming.

This is the Swing.

Watch my feet...

Back,

step,

one, two, three.

Then do it to the other side.

That's pretty easy.

Try!

Here goes nothing!

Okay...

Well, look at that.

You do learn quick.

Let's have some fun.

Then he says,

then he says

"but Grace...

you can teach me,

I learn

very quick."

No, I.

Everyone, fall in!

Grab your empty rucksacks

and head outside.

Are you deaf? Let's go!

Let's go!

Just because it is night,

does not mean your day is over!

Double time, let's go, men, let's go! Come on!

Fill your packs with these rocks.

C'est fou!

I hope he doesn't think we're

gonna carry these on our backs.

Your gear hasn't arrived yet,

so we're using these rocks until it does.

Come on, more rocks,

more rocks!

Let's go! Let's go!

Come on, men!

Let's go, this ain't no Sunday walk through the woods!

Let's go!

My eighty-year-old grandmother runs faster than you,

come on!

Come on, let's go,

come on!

Hey come on, get up.

Come on--

come on.

Leave him!

These dropouts will be sent back where they came from.

Where do we dump the rocks, Master Sergeant?

Those are your rocks, Byrne.

Take good care of them.

They live with you, now.

They even sleep with you.

Go shower.

Be at breakfast in 15 minutes

and do not be late!

Hey.

Hey, Jones.

You guys know where they'll be sending us?

No idea.

What about you, Knight?

I think we're the secret suicide squad

meant to take out Hitler.

Where'd you hear that, Knight?

It's just word going around.

The suicide squad...

Where do you hear these words going around?

Pivot, step, jump!

Pivot, step, jump!

Let's go, let's go!

Pivot, step, go!

Let's go, let's go!

Pivot, step, go!

Pivot, step, go!

Pivot, step,

and, go!

Not bad for your first try.

We're going to do this over,

and over,

until it becomes second nature.

Go to lunch.

Enjoy it!

It will be your last hot meal for a while.

Last nights hike--

was just a warm up.

After lunch--

we go on another--

beautiful hike

in the mountains.

Master Sergeant, we haven't slept.

The enemy won't let you sleep, Knight,

and neither will I.

You think this is tough?

Just wait 'til you're laying in mud.

Haven't eaten or slept in days,

bullets buzzing by your head,

mortars exploding all over,

while all you can hear

are the screams of fallen soldiers.

So you will not complain, do you understand me?

- Yes, Master Sergeant - I said do you understand me?

Yes, Master Sergeant.

Good.

Remember,

I... hiked with you.

And I am hiking with you again,

and I have had just as much sleep as you--

which is none!

Move out!

Sunrise, and we have a long way to go!

Unless you get moving, we're going to miss breakfast.

Come on, let's go!

What? Are you not hungry?

Let's go, let's go! Come on! Woo!

Alright.

'So say, I got a letter from Ma just now,

and it seems I have a new sister, Carol.

It seems hard to believe.

I sure hope I get to come home

and see her.'

Okay, well he'd better come home!

'We went on a hike and come back

after all night and a day of hiking.

And-- we men got way ahead of the rest,

and we went into a farm house

and called for a taxi.

And had him come and pick us up.

We knew if we didn't do something

we'd miss chow.

We beat the rest back into camp,

and we ate real good.'

Sure sounds like Sam's havin' nothin' but fun

and good food.

I don't know why everyone's so worried about me signing up.

Well, let's see. Wait, there's more, um.

'I was thinkin' we'd get caught

from our prank and I'd get lucky

and get sent back to my original unit,

and Master Sergeant never said nothing.'

Lucky? To get sent back?

What's lucky about that?

Hey, I think our hut

is the only one

that has all twelve

original bunkmates.

No washouts here!

Not yet.

Uh oh,

we're in trouble- I think we're caught!

No washouts yet,

but we'll see what happens tomorrow morning,

when you make your two jumps.

Then we'll know who has the right stuff.

Mail call.

Knight.

Chipchase.

Sab-ow--

Sab-or--

Frenchy! - Oui.

Jones.

And Byrne.

And that is it for today.

Tomorrow morning--

be ready.

Sam,

looks like we were not caught.

Tomorrow

is the day you've been looking forward to...

Fifty bucks!

I still don't get why you Americans

get an extra 50 bucks when we don't.

Stupid bureaucrats.

Oh la la.

I am excited

that you were selected for Special Force.

Being a paratrooper is something to be proud of.

Be the best paratrooper they have.

Your dad.

Six minutes!

Six minutes!

Get ready!

Get ready!

Stand up!

Stand up!

Hook up!

Hook up!

Stand at the door!

Go!

Go! Go!

Go!

Go! Go!

Go!

This was much easier than I thought.

I did what you said, Chipchase.

I didn't look.

I just jumped.

Yeah, with a little help from a friend.

Jump-master was just about to pull you out of line.

If I hadn't pushed you out,

you'd be with the washouts right now.

As I was comin' down,

I got thinkin' about being shot...

While you're just up in the air hangin' there,

you're an easy target!

I was thinking the same thing.

Look at those men up there.

They're sitting ducks.

Germans could just

pick them right out of the sky.

Nowhere to hide.

Maybe we should have chickened out like those others.

Gone back to our regular units.

This--

is a suicide squad.

Mon Dieu!

Not me!

I could never tell my dad that I chickened out.

Dead or alive, I'm stayin' in the Force.

He wrote to me.

I can't disappoint him now.

Come on, we gotta get to our second jump.

She's not going to dance with you, man.

You don't have to be such a hoser, you know.

That boy sure is doll dizzy.

We got pinned today.

I'm officially a paratrooper.

I'm proud of you.

But I sure hope you don't get sent to the war any time soon.

The latest scuttlebutt is that it won't be long.

Come on.

Dis knife,

was specifically created for this unit.

It's designed to kill-

quick

and quiet.

Corporal Byrne?

- Yes, sir? - Stand here.

Good man.

The best way to use your knife

is to slit throats.

Dis will kill your man

before he can call out.

Just pull the head to the side,

stab

all the way through.

Pull it forward,

cuttin' through da throat.

Or another way,

is to stab right through the skull.

This knife,

will go right through his ribs

straight to the heart.

And ya see this?

This is called a skull crusher.

Yeah.

You know what to do with that.

Keep yer knife sharp!

Okay, pair up.

Practice.

Hey, where's Matthews?

Hey, mate!

Our showers are packed.

Do you mind?

It's empty. Have at it.

Grace,

you look gorgeous.

Thanks!

You look swell yourself.

Thanks.

Um...

Do you know "Hold Me"?

Okay.

♪ Hold me. ♪

♪ Remember words we've spoken. ♪

♪ Promises I whisper softly ♪

♪ in your ear. ♪

♪ To keep our love ♪

♪ and hold it, dear. ♪

♪ Hold me in your heart ♪

♪ when you can't-- ♪

Well, look at that.

The man's a crooner.

C'est incroyable.

♪ When you're dreaming... ♪

♪ Hold me. ♪

♪ Forever, darling ♪

♪ hold me. ♪

♪ While I sleep ♪

♪ I'll dream ♪

- ♪ a dream of loving you. ♪ - Down, up, down

♪ 'Til I come home ♪ - Up, down

♪ and it comes true. ♪

♪ Until the day I see your face. ♪

♪ I pray I'm kept ♪

♪ by heaven's grace. ♪

♪ Hold me close and keep ♪

♪ my heart ♪

♪ with lock and key. ♪

♪ With this pen and paper. ♪

♪ Cross the land and over ♪

♪ skies and ♪

♪ stormy seas. ♪

♪ I'll be sending my love. ♪

♪ My love... ♪

♪ To you, love ♪

♪ And to the heart that's ♪

♪ holding ♪

♪ me... ♪

Gentlemen!

Today, is your last day of training.

Tomorrow,

we go to war.

Where are we headed, Master Sergeant?

We are headed to war.

We're going to a place where others have tried,

and failed.

And so they sent for us.

As you were.

Sam!

Sam!

What a great surprise to see you, Grace.

But I hate to say goodbye.

Me too.

But I had to tell you how much I'll miss you.

Put this in your pocket

and read it after you're gone.

All aboard!

I have to go,

the train is leaving.

Dearest Sam,

I never thought I'd meet someone like you.

You are kind,

a true gentlemen.

Yet strong when you need to be.

And you have become such a good dancer!

I will write to you often.

Please write back so that I know that you are okay.

Our objective,

is to clear the Germans

out of the Mount La Difensa area,

so we can travel the road to Rome

safely.

How can we get to them?

They're on top of that mountain

and the only way up is that cliff.

Every unit that tried failed.

With all due respect to those men,

they have no experience mountain climbing.

We do.

We can do that.

We are to climb this cliffside

in the dead of night.

The Germans have left the area completely undefended.

They're confident no one can climb the mountainside.

I guess they don't know about the Force.

If you encounter Germans

before we commence the attack,

use hand-to-hand combat

and stay quiet.

We must take them by surprise.

Van Ausdale, Fenton.

We're counting on you two to climb to the top,

anchor ropes, and help get Force-men up there

without the Krauts knowing we're coming.

This won't take long.

Two ropes come down,

you men can start your climb...

without us having to call out,

that way we can stay quiet.

Questions?

Godspeed, men.

Move out!

Let's go surprise some Krauts.

Stay quiet.

Target them but don't shoot until I signal.

Use your knife if you have to.

Just target a German.

Mon ami,

he is not a man,

just a gray uniform.

Just a gray uniform.

Don't shoot till you have the order.

I thought we got 'em all!

They're coming from that ridge over there!

- Cover! - Get down! Get down!

Fire mortars on the saddle leading to Remetanea.

But we're gettin' hit by mortars and machine guns

from the ridge toward Camino.

No, we're getting hit by both.

Our orders are to fire at Remetanea with

everything we've got.

Remetanea it is.

We need to give the British more time to take out Camino.

If they can't,

we can.

How bout that,

no blood!

I was saved

by the hard as a rock sugar cubes

I've been saving in my pocket.

You--

you are a blessed man, mon ami.

Angels

are watching over you.

You okay?

Never better.

I'm headed down to get the resupply started.

Good, cause we're going to need it.

Remember your training.

Use German guns.

Giddyap, cowboy.

Sam,

you saved my life.

You did what you had to do.

You had to do it.

Look at his face...

He's just a kid!

I killed a kid! - No, no, Sam.

He was going to kill me!

I can't believe I killed a kid! - Hey, hey, hey!

It's not your fault the Germans use kids.

I killed him!

Come on, we've got to go, we've got to go.

Go, go, go!

I might not wake up for a few days.

I might not wake up until the next war.

I'm going to stay tucked inside this

fart sack for a long time.

'Dearest Sam,

How I miss you so.

I hope you are safe and well.

Remember your promise to me

to come home safe.

Wherever you go,

whatever you have to do,

know that I long for your return

when we can go dancing again,

and walking in the moonlight.

Well, I hope you boys are feeling festive.

It looks like we're going to be spending Christmas

in the battlefield.

Wouldn't you know.

Joyeux Noel!

We are supply packers and litter carriers

until First takes the objective,

Hill 720.

Just don't die on Christmas.

If you do,

your family will hate Christmas

every year forever.

I can't die on Christmas.

If I did,

my mother would kill me.

Nobody dies on Christmas, alright?

Now, go get your stretchers

and supply packs from the Quarter Master.

Cover!

Move, Move.

Medic!

Medic!

Medic!

Move.

Move.

Sam!

Sam!

Sam!

Sam?

How about that!

It happened again!

No blood!

Angels,

mon ami!

Angels.

Uh, okay...

Get down! Get down! Take cover! Come on!

Master Sergeant!

Don't worry, Master Sergeant.

Ahhh! - We'll get a medic to you.

They'll take good care of you down there!

You saved us!

You can't die.

Hang on! We'll get you to the medic!

I'm not going to make it.

I want you two to make it.

Survive.

The people of Italy need you.

Hang in there Master Sergeant.

You have to make it.

Clear this road to Rome.

Kiss an Italian girl, for me.

No,

no, no!

You can't die- no!

We have to stay strong,

fight,

and survive.

Unless we do,

he dies for nothing.

Stay strong, mon ami,

stay strong.

We can't leave him here.

We need to bring him down.

Medic!

Medic!

My friend is down.

Over here.

I don't have to ask what's wrong, I can see it.

Open your shirt so I can see your skin.

I can't--

I can't get it.

You feeling sick?

Yeah.

Sick to my stomach.

Weak.

Am I dyin'?

Is your pee looking a weird color?

Really dark.

I heard when your pee turns black,

it means you're gonna die.

Nah, it just means your pecker's gonna dry up

and fall off.

No way.

Really?

Jeep's here, let's get you on it.

You're going to the hospital with

advanced yella' jaundice.

- Is that bad? - Well it ain't good.

that's why you're going to the hospital.

You shoulda' said something sooner.

Now let's hope it's not too late.

Let's hope there are pretty nurses at the hospital,

and not just ugly medics like this guy.

Stay alive, mon ami.

What's your problem?

Nothing.

I'm just here for my friend, I'm fine.

He's very sick. He'll be in the hospital a while.

If he gets better they'll send him back to your unit.

If he gets better?

How bad is this?

Guys usually survive.

But he should've said something sooner

to have a better chance. Sorry.

Hey Ma, letter from Sam.

Oh.

Okay.

He's in the hospital.

What?

You better read it, Robert.

Alright, um...

'Dear family,

They sent me to the hospital.

I have been there three weeks

and I have yellow jaundice.

They say I almost died

when I came in.

But I should be out to my unit

in a day or two.

I sure will be glad

when this war is over

and the killing stops.

You know, I have been in a long as dad

was in the last World War.'

Hey, it is good to see you back from the hospital.

Yellow turns to black, no?

Yeah it's good to be back.

Orders are to sneak in,

slit their throats,

and be gone before they know what hit them.

Bon?

Okay, let's go.

I surrender, I surrender!

Don't kill me!

Hands up! Hands up!

Alright,

come on, come on.

He must have surrendered cause he saw

what we did to his buddies.

Yeah,

well, if I saw a German do that to you and Chipchase,

I'd be shootin', not surrenderin'.

Well, who knows,

he's young and scared.

Jean's right.

Maybe, but keep a close eye.

I don't trust any German.

Woah, woah!

I-- I don't want to kill you.

I hope you don't want to kill me.

I think he is so scared, he pissed his trousers.

I can smell it from here.

You have a chance to live.

I don't want to kill you, unless I haf'ta.

Don't make me haf'ta.

I am the same as you.

I-- I don't want to die.

I don't want to kill.

I just want to go home,

and make love to

beautiful women.

Hey Hans,

you're okay.

We're a lot alike, you and me.

We have to turn you in,

but I hear they treat you guys pretty good.

How do you know my name?

Hans?

Really?

Well, actually, that's what I call all you Germans.

How do you know English?

My father

was a professor,

at Harvard,

you know,

in Boston? Go Red Sox.

Come on...

They will interrogate you.

Just tell them everything you know

and they'll treat you swell.

I hate this war.

I don't hate anyone enough to kill them.

I just... I hate this war.

Yeah,

well, blame the war on that asshole, Hitler.

If it weren't for him

we'd all be home makin' love to beautiful women

instead of killin' each other.

'Dear Grace,

I am well and staying safe

like you asked.

It sounds like this war is coming to an end soon.

I sure hope so.

Frenchy says we should all get together after the war.

I sure wish I was with you,

in your arms,

dancing and having fun.

I don't deserve you.

I'm so glad you gave me your picture.

I keep it with me all the time.

All my love to you,

Sam.'

Thanks, Chaps.

I'm General Frederick's translator.

Are you the men who captured

the German with the diary last night?

Yeah, that's us.

The General asked me to tell you

what we found in the diary.

Something about beautiful women?

This is the last entry he made in the diary.

"The men in the baggy pants

attacked at night

and were everywhere all at once.

We can never tell where those

Schwarze Teufel-- Black Devils--

will be."

I guess we're not the only ones scared as hell.

That's comforting.

This prisoner was very scared of us.

That's why he surrendered.

He thought we would.

Hey translator,

teach me how to say

"surrender and live"

in German.

"Gib dich hin und lebe".

Gib dich hin und lebe?

Gib dich hin und lebe.

I think I get what you're planning.

There will be a knife at their throat when I say it.

- The'll say: "Ich gebe auf" if they do surrender.

"Ich gebe auf."

Good luck.

That one we brought in,

Hans,

he was just a kid.

Like my kid brother.

I don't want to kill kids.

Taking prisoners

is better than killing kids.

Baggy pants?

I always thought they were rather stylish.

It has been a long time since there have been no clouds.

Look at those stars.

Makes me think about God a bit.

Sometimes,

I wonder whose side God is on.

I don't know much.

I'm just a cowboy from Wyoming

who never sees the inside of a church.

But I know God takes no sides in war.

This killin' is wrong, on both sides.

He's pissed as hell at all of us.

If there is a God,

he's not happy.

Sam,

I have a serious question to ask of you.

You're gonna talk about dyin' aren't ya?

I wrote a letter to my family.

You should do the same.

If I die

all you have to do is mail it.

I will do the same for you.

It's here,

- in my pocket. - You ain't dying.

so put it out of your mind.

Okay? That letter will never get read.

Please,

mon ami,

this is serious.

Promise me.

I promise.

But you better not die.

Remember?

We got angels watchin' over us.

No.

Those are your angels, mon ami.

I just have to stay close enough that

maybe they will help me too.

'Ma, You said in your letter

I would probably like to see Ras over here.

No, I wouldn't.

Anybody but him,

or anyone else out of the family.'

That's not fair. He can go, but I can't?

Just keep reading.

'Just a few lines to let you know

I am feelin' fine,

and I received your letter and sagebrush okay.

I know how Dad felt when he got his sagebrush overseas.

It makes you feel closer to home in a far off way.

It's hard to write this on the stock of my gun,

but it is the only thing I can find that...

is flat to write on.

Well Ras, just between you and me and this foxhole I'm in,

I don't see how I came out alive

from some of them tight scrapes.

I got hit

and should have died three different times.

But Frenchy says angels are protecting me.

I think I've aged twenty years.

There are only two chaplains here

and they are Catholic and Protestant.

So I go to the Protestant one twice a week.'

Wow, never would've guessed that.

War has a way of makin' a man

turn to God.

Cause he knows at any minute

he can meet his maker.

We have been ordered to use these.

When you kill a German,

place it on his helmet,

uniform,

somewhere where it is sure to be found.

What the hell does it mean?

"The worst is yet to come."

Colonel-- I mean, General Frederick

says it is intended to demoralize them.

It has our symbol,

the "Black Devils".

It's what that prisoner Hans called us.

Who's more scared,

us or them?

This card makes me feel a lot better.

Gib dich hin und lebe.

Ich gebe auf. Ich gebe auf.

You never said how many prisoners you wanted to take.

Tonight no one dies.

Every German we find,

we capture.

Let's go find more!

Tonight,

we make German mothers happy.

Gib dich hin und lebe.

Schwarze Teufel. Ich gebe auf.

Ich gebe auf.

Time to get these prisoners to HQ.

Get them on their feet. Let's go.

Vormarsch!

What?

I know a little German,

I learned it in school.

You heard the man.

Vormarsch!

Lets go!

German prisoners for you.

That's quite a few.

Well, they surrendered.

Nice job, men.

Looks like your plan worked, Byrne.

They surrendered without any resistance,

thanks to your lesson.

Well, given the choice between surrender or die,

what would you do?

Sergeant Byrne, General Frederick asked me to tell you

he needs to meet with you about a mission.

I'll head there now.

General Frederick wants us to take out House 14.

There are snipers killing anyone that comes near.

What's the situation?

There are a couple snipers embedded in

or around House 14.

No one can find them to take them out.

It's wide open all around,

no cover,

so they can see you coming.

That's suicide.

No, no, it's not.

We just need to get close enough

that sharpshooter Sam here

can get those snipers.

We move in tonight.

Let's go get some chow.

They are really well concealed.

I'm not seein' a muzzle flash anywhere.

There! Top window.

Way inside.

Next flash,

we all fire.

One of us should be able to get him.

No!

Sam, Sam...

Thank you for being my friend.

No. No. No, no, no!

Hey, you're not gonna die.

Just hang on, you're going to be okay.

I am sorry, mon ami.

I feel the life leaving me.

You--

You must live.

Go to Rome.

Kiss--

a beautiful Italian woman for me.

Mail--

my letter.

No, Frenchy! Hey, Frenchy. Frenchy!

He didn't shoot back.

I think we killed him.

It's time to head back.

I see him, get down!

You asked for it!

It's you, or me!

He's mine!

Cease fire.

He's mine!

I think he's dead.

I'm going to make certain.

No more of our men are gonna die.

He goes to hell,

right now!

I hope Frenchy and Chipchase saw that.

I'm gonna carry Frenchy.

You men need to take Chipchase.

Sergeant Byrne,

Jean was a good man.

I know you two were buddies.

These are Frenchy's things.

Would you see that they get to his family?

Of course.

He made me promise to send this to his family

if anything happened.

But that German ruined it.

I don't think his family should see this.

I think you're right.

I made some hot chocolate.

I have real chocolate, real milk.

Come,

join me.

Come on.

Sorry,

I don't have any sugar.

I've been savin' my lucky sugar cubes.

They uh...

they saved my life.

Thanks.

So how do you feel?

Frenchy was my best friend.

Chipchase was next in line.

The good book says:

'Greater love hath no man

than this,

that a man

gives his life for his friends.'

How do you feel about what you had to do?

Well that's the thing, Chaps.

I uh,

I thought I couldn't kill anyone.

But then I did,

a bunch of times.

And now I just killed that sniper

who got my friends.

D'you know what?

It felt good.

I'm a killer--

and I'll be out there doin' it again, and again.

Until this war ends,

or, uh, until I die.

You saved lives.

You stopped him from killing more of our men.

You have to try to put this out of your head.

Just don't dwell on it.

It's not that easy, Chaps.

It's all around me every day.

I kill, and others kill and get killed.

It's not something you can put out of your head.

Maybe some day.

But not today.

Thanks,

this was good.

Hi--

'Dearest Grace,

I wish I could say the war will be over soon.

But it doesn't look that way.

Men are dying all around me every day.

But I survive.

I don't know what makes me

so special.

Your letters bring me happiness.

I read them over and over again.

But I'm not the same person you danced with.

I don't know if I will ever be that guy

ever again.

This war--

has made me into a killer.

You deserve better.

I hope you will meet someone

who makes you happy.

I hope--

I will come to know

why all this happens.

I hope.'