A Walk in the Sun Page #4
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to get hurt. No need at all.
He got it, anyway.
What are you going to do if
Halverson doesn't come back, Porter?
How do I know?
- They'll be sending the planes over soon.
The planes come over,
we'll take a powder.
Halverson can...
- Take a powder where?
Try and find that farmhouse.
The sun will be up soon.
Even at nine o'clock in the
morning, in the sun, I'd still be.
Why?
- Don't ask me why.
That's the way it is.
- You guys kill me. You kill me.
Sergeant, I want a discharge.
I'm all fought out.
In the last war,
they sent a guy to France.
It's all there was to it. They sent
him to France, then he went home.
Simple. Real simple.
But what do they do this time?
Do they send you to France?
No, they do not send you to France,
they send you to Tunisia,
then Sicily, then Italy.
send you after that.
Maybe we'll be in France next year,
around Christmas time, maybe.
Then we'll work our way east.
Yugoslavia. Greece. Turkey.
No, not Turkey.
All I know is in 1958,
of Tibet. I got the facts.
Kill that!
- So I want a discharge.
A honourable discharge.
I've done my share. The next
guy can pick up where I left off.
You tell 'em, Jack.
- I hear planes.
I guess I was wrong.
They'd probably be ours, anyway.
They'd better be. We've got
enough guys in the air force.
There goes Jerry's gun.
Told you. Eight minutes.
It should have been you, Rivera.
Always, it should have been you.
It always is me.
Archimbeau, go take
a look down there.
Every dirty job in the army
is my personal property.
Go on your gut.
- Why the gut then?
Because I said the gut.
You kill me.
Butt me.
Last pack.
- Get your filthy hands off it.
Ask and I'll give.
You call that claw clean?
My own dirt I can eat.
Match.
They are kind of dirty.
A man's hands never
seem to get clean, even if
you don't touch nothing.
Just stay dirty.
It's sort of a special kind of dirt.
G.I. dirt.
Bet one of them criminologists
could take a sample out
of a guy's fingernail,
put it under his microscope
and say, "That's G.I. dirt."
The dirt's always the same colour,
no matter what country
you're fighting in.
Funny thing. I wonder why.
Say! Never saw that fella
'till he moved!
Camouflage.
See, I bet that's what G.I. dirt is.
Camouflage.
Think I'll write Frances
Dear Frances...
- I can't see the beach or the water.
It's all stopped. No shouting,
no firing, no sound of motors.
The war is over.
- Smells like rain.
- See if you can smell me a plane.
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