Adopting Terror Page #3

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"Posterity shall remember you

with gratitude."

Signed:
"Foch'

"Commander-in-Chief

of the Allied Forces."

And may I add:

Forces triumphant!

And now, what?

The regimental band, sir.

Sir...

I don't see Conan or his men.

I exempted them. They're ill.

What do you say to that'

Rouzic, my boy?

A bit of a muck-up, sir'

but it's still victory.

What's victory mean to you?

Being able to lift my head

without stopping a bullet.

There's hope for you, Pop'

if they don't eat you alive.

Christ! Don't tell me you lost

the ink pads!

And the rubber stamps!

This army mislays everything!

But remember, sir...

the Sokol Pass...

2 mules in the river!

I don't give a damn!

How can I sign anything now?

There are duplicates at HQ.

Fetch them, dammit!

And bring me clean puttees

while you're at it.

Sir, I found the movement orders

and unit records.

Right.

I want a list of wounded'

killed in action, by malaria...

The War Office will decide

on pensions later.

And this?

"Administration" is all done.

Crates 34, 36...

And 37, check!

For "Stock", 3 crates: A'B'C...

"Transfers and Promotions":

Two red boxes.

Here's one.

There's the other!

Citations. Died for France...

"Granted" and "Rejected".

One wood file, one metal file...

Those go in the front car.

- What is it?

- Trainee drivers?

This is archives, not personnel.

- So what do I do?

- Buzz off.

Hey! Got any bread?

"The neighbor's boy

is taking this down.

"I asked him to write

in big letters..." I'm glad he did!

"He was demobilized

after being gassed.

"He'd already been wounded twice.

"Henriette's gotten thin as a rail.

"She does a man's job

and longs for you.

"But we get by, which is a lot'

seeing all the woe in the world.

"Try not to fight too much.

Leave it to your buddies.

"You did your share in the Argonne.

"I send you all my love.

"Don't forget Henriette's birthday'

the 23rd."

Never waste water on washing.

You drink...

Spit...

Face!

Drink...

Spit...

Chest!

Drink...

Spit...

Feet!

Then, swallow what's left.

It's my first leave in 28 months.

I had my last one back in '16.

But since the last 2 ships

were torpedoed, nix!

I hear we're going to Egypt.

To see the Brits?

I think

we're in for a swell surprise.

Look, Bulgaria's here.

Sofia, our starting point.

If we were headed for Greece'

the sun'd be there.

It's not Turkey, or it'd be there.

The sun's back there!

Right behind us!

So we're headed west...

Northwest... Belgrade...

Italy by tomorrow night.

After Italy...

After Italy, Brittany!

I'm cold and hungry.

It's De Scve! C'mon!

De Scve! Conan here!

No detraining!

Go tell it to you Momma!

Come with us!

I'll join up with you later.

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