A Walk in the Sun Page #5

crawling with troops and now, for

all we know, we might be here alone.

The planes will be coming soon.

They always come soon.

If we were in those woods...

Halverson said he was...

- Yeah. I know. Halverson said.

I never saw anything like it,

never in my life.

Everybody's gone away.

They forgot us.

They don't want us in the war.

Halverson must be playing

black jack down in the barges.

A butt.

- What happened

to the one I just gave you?

I sent it home. They're cutting

down on the butts at home. A butt.

A match.

Thanks.

Pays to have friends.

What's the dope?

- No dice. I didn't see Halverson anywhere.

They're bringing down the wounded now.

- From where?

I spoke to a couple of guys there.

They ran into trouble with that machine gun.

- How about Halverson?

I told you, I don't know

anything about Halverson.

I saw Mac though.

He said the lieutenant's dying.

Mac says if the lieutenant dies,

he'll go and look for Halverson.

The ocean's full of stuff now.

I guess they're bringing in the

rolling stock, the heavy stuff.

The place is crawling.

- How does the beach look?

- Empty.

Where was the machine gun?

They didn't tell me. Over there, somewhere.

- Who didn't tell you?

- The two guys.

Hit the dirt!

Seems like this war

is nothing but waiting.

Waiting for your chow,

waiting for your pay,

waiting for a letter from home.

# It's a long, long time

a man spends a-waiting

# Waiting around in a war

# I think of a girl

I've never seen

# Her hair is black

and her eyes are green

# Her name is Helen

or maybe Irene

# It's a long, long time a-waitin'.

# I think of all the things

I haven't done

# All of the women I haven't won

# It seems like my life

ain't really begun

# It's a long, long time

a- waitin'. #

If they think I'm going to spend the

rest of my life here, they're crazy.

Take the subway home.

Here's a nickel.

It's the only nickel I got.

My last tie with the States.

Take it, it's yours.

It's worth it to get rid of you.

Take a tank. Or a franc.

Tank. Franc. A poet. A Shakespeare.

The Bard of Avenue 8.

The card of Avenue 8.

You guys kill me.

He's worked to death.

He's got those open period blues.

He had to crawl down to Jones beach.

A little recon and he's worked to death!

He wouldn't have kicked

if it had been Coney Island.

When I'm out of the Army and you're

sweating it out in Tibet, you'll be

laughing the other

side of your face.

Hey, Sergeant. How long are we

going to stay here? My tail's cold.

We'll stay here 'till it freezes to

the ground. There's a lot to spare.

Any ideas where to go, Trasker?

Yeah. Pikes Peak. If

I was there, I'd run up backwards.

I'd go on my hands,

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