Hart's War Page #3

from Ardennes?

Yeah.

Colonel sent me over

to bunk in here.

Officers' barracks are full.

Well, in that case,

welcome to Rio.

Hope you don't mind, sir.

All we have is this

middle bunk right here.

It looks fine.

I'm betting you're

a Lucky Strike man.

You bet right.

Care for some hooch,

Lieutenant?

Ringing in the new year.

Uh, thanks. I'm fine.

It's fermented raisins,

mostly.

A little turpentine

thrown in for flavor.

I'm fine.

We got anybody

left up front, sir?

How are you doing,

Lieutenant?

Private.

Give him a break, fellas.

He just got here.

Lieutenant.

Guard them with your life.

They double for cash

around here--

especially with the guards.

-Thanks, Sergeant.

-Excuse me a second.

Fellas, listen up.

Lieutenant Hart here...

is going to be staying

with us for a while.

-Hello, sir.

-Men.

Say, what's it take

to get in that poker game?

I expect we can work

something out.

Good.

Sir, are you about a size 10?

Why?

They got a Woolworth's

behind one of these barracks?

You never know.

Just piss on him, sir.

Huh?

It's the only thing

that gets him moving.

Happy New Year.

New year.

It's 1945!

Happy New Year!

Ten and a half

is the best I could do.

The holiday season.

Look at the smile

on this guy.

Socks, too.

Could have used those

in the...

What's the matter,

you don't like trench foot?

Sure, it's just that

once my toenails turned black...

I didn't have a single purse

that matched.

Square them up, Major.

Yes, sir.

Look at this.

They've got those poor bastards

going around the clock now.

See that factory

up past the North tower?

The Germans are making bombs

right under our noses.

It's supposed to be

a shoe factory.

Instead, they've got the

Russians running in and out...

making mortar shells.

What the hell is that?

One of their flyers.

Wait a minute, they've got

n*ggers flying airplanes, now?

Three hundred and thirty-second

Fight Squadron.

I read about them

in ''Yank Magazine.''

I'll be damned.

Well, we got us

some n*gger officers.

F***ing Jerry's right.

We must be losing this war.

Five, 6, 7, 8. Lift! Lift!

-Lieutenant.

-Sir.

Looks like it'll be a good show.

Yeah, it does.

It's high stakes

around here, sir.

What do you mean?

Half the smokes in camp

are riding on...

where you're putting

the new men.

Where do you think

we should put them?

I think I'd give them

their own billet tent, sir.

Well, we can't do that.

I was thinking about

putting them in 27 with you.

Sir, wouldn't they be better off

in the officers' barracks?

I don't carry enough weight

to move 2 officers out of 22.

I can't make them

the only 2 officers...

in the enlisted men's barracks.

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