Forbidden Ground Page #2

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Gotta get him home, sir.

You just worry about yourself right now.

You can bet Private Franklin

is doing the same.

But, sir, what if he's hurt?

Sir, what if he's hurt or...?

Maybe he might be dead.

[O'Leary grunts]

Look out there, goddamnit! Look!

l don't wanna hear another word

about Private Franklin.

Do you hear me?

Aye, sir.

A lot of good men died today.

Now get your things.

[groans]

O'Leary...

We'll have time to mourn our friends later.

Right now, l need you on your game.

Yeah?

Good lad.

Now get your weapon.

We can't stay here.

[groaning]

- [solider] Hello?

- Shh!

ls there anyone there? [coughs]

- Hello?

- Who's there?

[coughing]

Sir? ls that you, sir?

lt's Jennings.

- Where are you?

- [Jennings coughs]

Can you move?

l don't think moving

is such a... a good idea, sir.

All right.

Hold tight.

l'm coming to get you.

Come on, lad. Let's go.

[groaning]

[O'Leary whispers]

Sir... the Germans are this way.

And so is the Corporal.

[in German]

Sir, are you sure this is a good idea?

Corporal, are you still with me?

l haven't buggered offjust yet, sir.

[Wilkins groans]

Come on, O'Leary. Try to keep up.

l'm trying, sir.

[Wilkins grunts]

[pants]

Rich?

Rich.

[Jennings] l'm not that hard done by,

Sergeant Major.

Where are you?

[Jennings coughs]

Rich.

The artery is intact.

[pants]

lt's still bleeding, though.

Don't worry.

lt's a walk in the park from here.

[Jennings] Don't worry about me, sir.

lt only hurts when l breathe.

All right.

We're going to get you out of here.

l'm gonna pull you down.

Get over the other side.

Are you ready?

[Jennings coughs]

Are you ready?

- Yes, sir.

- All right. Here we go.

[Jennings groans]

[c*cks gun]

[Jennings groans]

Shh... lt's all right, sir.

[Jennings groans and pants]

Here.

[Jennings coughs]

Are you ready?

- Are you ready, O'Leary?

- Yeah.

OK. Let's go.

Pull.

[they grunt]

[in German]

[they grunt]

[Jennings groans]

[they grunt]

Let's try again, shall we?

[grunts]

[gunshots]

- Shoot, Rich!

- lt's jammed!

[groans]

Fire!

Come on, Rich! Fire!

Come on! Move it!

[groans]

[coughs]

[groans]

[in German]

[they speak in German]

[pants]

[Jennings coughs]

Jesus.

Well, at least we know

which way the Fritz is now.

[c*cks gun]

[in German]

[pants]

[pants]

There's no way

you can drag me 400 yards through there.

[sighs] You both stand

a better chance without me.

We're not leaving you here.

[sighs]

Don't be a damn fool, Arthur.

Maybe one of us should go for help.

l mean, surely one person

stands more of a chance of getting back

than the three of us.

And then what, Private? What?

You'll bring the cavalry back to save us?

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