Battleground Page #4

I guess so. I'm all beat-up.

It never fails.

Every time you meet a pretty babe...

you're either out on your feet

or you get the order to move.

- What you say, please?

- Nothing.

- Thank you very much.

- All right.

Good night.

- Where are you going?

- Guard.

What did she say?

She said she's gonna hide the chocolate

from the kids till Christmas.

I wish I knew for sure

we'd be here tomorrow.

- You'll be here.

- Are you sure?

All we do is lie around till the fog lifts...

so the air corps can come out

and win the war for us.

In that case, I guess I'll take a chance.

This may go down in history

as the greatest gamble of the war.

- Good night, Denise.

- Good night, soldier.

Wolowicz, are you absolutely sure?

Yeah, the C.O. Told us himself.

Wake me up early, will you?

Maybe.

I ought to report this

to the Inspector General.

There's supposed to be 18 inches

between bunks.

This is dangerous, spreads germs.

There's some hot coffee on the stove.

I can use it.

Don't worry about that plane.

It's one of ours, I think.

Halt. Password.

- Hamburgers.

- Onions.

I thought the 101st

was the only division here.

They will be

as soon as the rest of us can get out.

- What's up?

- We were a little over to the east.

Been there for weeks without firing a shot.

Then they started coming.

Tanks, planes. Everything

you ever heard of and then some.

A Jerry plane turned on a loudspeaker

in English.

It said Hitler will give Paris

to the Germans for a Christmas present.

But they told us

it was just a weak little counterattack.

They'll probably tell you

that this is a strategic withdrawal.

- Good morning, soldier.

- Bonjour.

I'll be back in a minute.

Keep an eye on... What's going on?

Me and Gen. McAuliffe decided to move

I Company up on the line.

- That is, if you agree.

- I should have known better.

Maybe she'll give you a refund

on those chocolate bars.

How much time have I got?

Ten minutes? Five minutes?

Anything you gotta do,

you better do in 30 seconds.

Saddle up. Let's go, Holley.

Drop your packs and rolls.

Third platoon, on your feet.

We've got that patch of woods to clear.

Third platoon,

any time there's a dirty detail.

Let's not be having

any talk like that, soldier.

Let's go.

Keep sight of the man on each side of you.

Watch out for snipers.

Snipers, the man says.

Second squad, over here. Dig in.

You're in charge till I get back.

I'm going to see the Lieutenant.

- Don't go volunteer for any patrols.

- Who do I dig with, Sergeant?

That's right, we've got an odd man.

You can triple up with me and Hansan.

- Thanks. You want me to go with you?

- No, you stay and get the hole started.

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