Battleground Page #3

you're not in Springfield, Illinois.

I hear you.

This is what I like about the infantry.

You always know just what's going on.

How do you like this guy?

He don't like the infantry.

- Must be off his nut.

- He never had it so good.

He found a home in the Army.

Chewing gum? Cigarette for mama?

Chocolate, please.

Isn't she cute?

Chewing gum? Cigarette for mama?

Here.

Get a load of mama!

I'd like to keep her in chocolate

for about a week.

What's she saying, Jarvess?

She wants to know

if we'd like to come inside and warm up.

- Yes. Warm up, please.

- Oh, brother!

- I like these secret moves.

- We sure slipped one over on the Krauts.

How do they find out these things?

Who tells them?

- I keep them posted. Short wave.

- Somebody does.

They only occupied France for four years.

Naturally they left a few spies

when they pulled out.

That's an idea.

Why don't us Gls hire some spies...

so we'll know what's going on

once in a while?

Get them inside! Come on!

On the double!

Kinnie, how about getting

these men in out of the hot sun?

Wolowicz, Garby,

in there with the second platoon.

This corner house.

I forgot to tell you.

Put those shoulder patches back on.

- Pop, I hear we're bedding down here.

- Overnight?

Yeah. Looks like a good house, too.

Smoke coming out of the chimney.

For once, we get a break.

Bastogne. I won't be forgetting

this place in a hurry.

I wouldn't mind holing up here

till Christmas.

I hear tell we might.

All the rumors is good ones.

This is the United States Armed Forces

Radio Service broadcasting from London.

Let's see if we can get some news.

- What's he selling?

- Wait till he slows down.

Ask her. I'll guarantee you

she can sprechen sie Deutsch.

Let's live a little, Jarvess.

- Come on, mama, get yourself in gear.

- No, not mama.

These two little children,

they live with me, but...

Slowly, please.

She said she's not the mother

of the two little girls.

They're from a town near here.

Bombed out, both parents killed.

They all got a sob story.

- Let's cut a rug, Denise. Danser?

- No, we've cut enough.

You gotta keep paying these taxi dancers.

Fork over another chocolate bar.

What you say, please?

I said do you think

the rain'll hurt the rhubarb?

What he say?

Is there any coffee left?

- Yes, plenty of coffee. Immediately.

- Thank you.

Anything you want.

Sure, as long as you pay for it.

They're all alike here.

Yes, they're all alike, Kipp.

Scared, hungry, lonely.

Come on, stop beating your gums.

Let a guy get some sleep.

Yeah, it's about that time.

We sure come a far piece today.

- You okay, Kipp?

- Okay.

Poor tired soldiers.

- You want?

- Thank you.

I go now?

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