Ambush Bay Page #3

Belatic catch enemy.

Kill him dead.

Who's their enemies?

Anyone.

Strip him of supplies

and bury him.

Hey, Sergeant, you want some gum?

Thanks.

My mouth gets like a tractor.

You don't say

a hell of a lot, do ya?

Want me to recite you a poem?

Look, Sarge, I'm sorry about

this afternoon. I was out of line.

It won't happen again.

I'm just not trained for this sort of work.

But I'll make it.

Do you mind if I ask you

a personal question?

Do you enjoy this?

I mean, you seem to get tougher

each time we lose a guy.

You're a psychologist?

Right-o.

Sergeant Wartell...

can I ask you something?

You're the only guy around here

who'll talk to me.

What's Sergeant Corey

got against me, anyway?

Just because I'm not

a gravel-cruncher like you guys?

Hasn't he ever met a flyer before?

There's more to it than that.

It's a long story.

It's just that we ain't used

to working with amateurs.

I used to know

a guy like that once.

He was the floor walker

in a department store I used to work in.

Men's shoes.

I guess he figured

I had to be some sort of a nitwit

'cause I was a stock boy just hired.

Did you ever stop to think

it might be you?

Nah. See,

he was king around there.

That's where he wanted to be.

The carnation, the whole bit.

And this is where

Sergeant Corey wants to be.

And he figures

nobody belongs here but him.

When did you get out

of the stockroom, Grenier?

In April.

That's when I was called.

April.

In April, he was in the Marianas.

Sneak and peak recon.

That's where he got

the Silver Star.

Or was that in March?

No, March was Eniwetok.

Before that, it was Tarawa.

Tarawa... that's where he got hit.

Took a load of shrapnel.

Knocked him out of action

for three months.

Couldn't find an aid man that'd

lay even money he'd last 24 hours.

Eight weeks later, he was told

to lay off calisthenics

or he'd rip open his incisions.

You see, he wants very much

to be here, Private Grenier.

And that's

a damn lucky thing for you.

Look, sergeant, I'm sorry

I mouthed off this morning. I...

Forget about being sorry,

and just take care of that radio of yours.

Maybe your big mouth

will come in handy after all.

They were a couple

of real friendly guys.

I was beginning to feel like hugging

the first Jap I saw.

No! No!

Who is he?

Japanese soldier.

He was caught by Moros,

but he escaped.

He wants to be taken prisoner.

Prisoner?

What the hell are we

gonna do with a prisoner?

Maccone.

Sit him up against the tree trunk.

Don't take your eyes off him.

You get sleepy,

you wake up Russ.

We'll decide what to do

with him by morning.

In case.

I'd hate to be in Corey's shoes.

Japs, either.

Japs wear sandals.

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