Adopting Terror Page #4

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I'm staying with them.

Wait!

He's an odd one!

He is what he is.

He's not odd'

he's saving face.

Take it while it's hot.

He'd wax his boots in the trench.

We've seen him in rags!

He's one of the rare

career officers you respect.

True.

He had it easy in the Cavalry'

well-connected and all.

But he joins infantry!

He comes from landed nobility.

A viscount... in the infantry!

A real soldier!

Just like you.

No, he's a soldier. I'm a warrior.

Any difference?

A wolf-dog's not a wolf.

We may be going back to Salonika.

Mnard says

there's even ships waiting.

What's Mnard know?

Well... he's a cook!

Bucharest!

- You hear what I hear?

- Bucharest!

Bucharest... Romania, no?

Nowhere near home!

Didn't we lay bets?

So, where's the sun now?

You slug!

What's a rifleman doing here?

Lost his company?

Lost your specs, Sergeant?

Sorry, sir, I didn't...

Drop it! And Bucharest?

No food or drink...

And the skirts?

From that angle, can't complain!

See? It was worth the trip!

Hey, boys! Shut it!

Where's the receipt box?

Under the expired IDs.

- Expired?

- The killed don't draw pay.

Nitwit!

Sir...

We're waiting for the band.

We're to parade for the King

and chiefs of staff.

What a**holes!

Tell the guys to watch it!

And no bullshit, Grenais!

This time I agree with you.

End 4 years of butchery

with a fanfare... What a farce!

I'll see you at the French Lyce.

Champagne's on me!

No. It's on me. I insist.

I don't care for toy soldiers.

Gentlemen...

First'

our thanks to the Lyce's principal

for his warm welcome.

We'll try to be inconspicuous.

I've no doubt.

And now I raise my glass

to Lieutenant De Scve.

Twice captured'

he twice braved escape...

But he was twice retaken, alas!

Yes, but with what panache...

Sir, like Napoleon'

I see no honor in being captured.

So if you don't mind...

To friendship!

He shut his trap good with Napoleon.

I like that too:

He says what he has to.

Lieutenant Norbert?

From the Major.

I smell a rat.

He didn't pipe up at dinner.

Town detail patrol!

Strada Serindar, Strada Lipscani...

Here, look!

He's using you to get at me.

He knows I can't

whoop it up on my own.

But if it's a red-light district'

you can get an eyeful.

"Soldiers must salute both

French and Romanian officers."

In that case, they may as well glue

their paws to their eyebrows!

"Proper dress...

All misconduct will be punished..."

So much for the post-war!

I'll let you off this time.

Now beat it! On the double!

I can't believe my luck!

Green eyes and you speak French!

Not speak good.

Good enough.

I learn one year only, in school...

Then I do conversation.

There you go! Conversation. Perfect!

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