A Walk in the Sun Page #6

pushing a peanut with my nose

then I'd take a train.

Railroads are jammed these days.

Oh, for Pete's sake.

Come on over here with me, Bill.

You too, Hoskins.

Look, something's wrong.

I know something's wrong.

Halverson should have been back by

this time. Am I right?

- Sounds right.

There's no sense in it.

We hang around here any longer,

we'll screw up the whole works.

Planes'll be over soon.

- Sure as little apples, they will.

And they'll be sending a few

tanks along here soon while

we're still up in the air.

We ought to leave somebody here

in case Halverson shows up and

go ahead while he's waiting.

Six miles is a long way.

- A long and weary way.

What do you think?

- It's up to you, Eddie.

You know what you're doing.

I've got to know.

- Do it, then.

I've got something up...

- Listen!

Planes. Do you hear anything?

- Guns.

- Hey, Sergeant, it's guns.

Where are they coming from?

- From out to sea, aren't they?

I think so.

- Ack-ack.

You sure?

- Probable sure.

That's it, then.

- Must be a ship shooting a plane.

That's the way it is.

Sure as little apples,

the way it is.

All right. Off and on.

- Here we go, Jake.

Going over in the woods.

- Squad columns!

Hop to it. Hoist tail!

How do we know

those aren't our planes?

Cos the ships are ours, dope.

We've got the only ships

in the water.

Boy, I wouldn't be a sailor

for nothing.

Who's gonna stay here, Eddie.

Stay for what?

- Halverson.

- I don't know.

I'll stay.

- OK, Bill, you stay here.

Hoist tail! Get moving!

We haven't got all day!

Get those squads moving.

Spread them out.

We'll be over in the woods, Bill.

- Leave me your glasses, will you?

OK.

Come on! Shake it, shake it!

The way you come walking over

that ridge, like you were back in

Missouri looking for daisies.

Nothing to worry about.

I looked the situation

over very carefully.

Made up my mind there was no danger,

so I walked instead of crawled.

Picked this up for self protection.

Where is everybody?

- Gone into the woods.

Afraid planes were headed this way.

Yeah. I heard the ack-ack.

Lieutenant's dead.

It's too bad.

- Yeah.

Halverson's dead, too.

Deader than a doornail.

Are you sure?

A guy in A Company told me.

Machine gun got him

coming out of the water.

Stitched him right across the middle.

That leaves it up to Porter.

Four ways from the jack.

- What?

Nothing.

What's going on down there?

Well, do you mind if I smoke?

Is it OK?

Well, they're bringing

in the big stuff now.

And coastguards, everywhere

you look, coastguards.

Gee, I'm glad I'm not down

on that beach any more.

The place is sure

going to get strafed.

It sure is.

- We'd better be

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