Hell Is for Heroes Page #2

You haven't

changed much, Reese.

That's right.

I was surprised you

turned up in our outfit.

You and me both.

I haven't had time

to check your papers.

Where did you

transfer from?

The outfit I came from

was a dilly.

There was a general,

a major,

two captains,

two lieutenants, and me.

There's a squad.

Sounds like

a court-martial board.

Thought you hadn't

read my papers?

Last time I saw you,

you were a master sergeant.

That's what makes

a good soldier.

You are very observant.

Let's call it a night,

buddy.

One for the road.

Yeah.

The long road home.

Guess you'd rather

go back into combat.

Like I said, you

haven't changed much.

Finish your drink,

and let's get back.

Sometimes a brass allows

false rumors to go on

so there won't

be a leak.

Keep this to yourself

until we move out.

We're not going home.

We're going

back on the line.

Back to the line.

Pike.

Yes, Captain?

Was that man in town?

Yes, sir.

I want him on report.

What's his name?

John Reese.

He just transferred.

Oh, yes. His papers say

he won the D.S.C.

Yes, sir. We were together

in North Africa.

Until recently, he was up for

a battlefield commission.

He stole a jeep,

almost ran down a colonel.

I know how he acts

behind the lines,

but he's a good soldier.

Well, I don't know,

Sergeant.

I'll take your word for it.

Beats me, a guy who cracks

up when the pressure is off.

Make sure he stays in line.

Yes, sir.

Hey, Sarge.

We'd better take him

to see the captain.

Look pretty good, huh?

Fine, Homer.

About taking the kid home.

He's busy.

Got to see now.

Clean now.

I said he was busy.

Now, drop it.

Too busy?

Homer not go States?

[Whistling]

Hey, Corby.

Can't you forget

about that loot?

You're in a church.

This ain't a church

no more, Sergeant.

Even if it was, so what?

You ought to have respect

for things

that used to be.

What, are you bucking for

chaplain or something?

I got respect,

Sergeant, plenty.

But it's not

for somebody I can't see.

Corby.

Yeah, kid.

Corby, you...

you plenty smart.

You figure out the way

Homer go to States

with squad, huh?

I'm sorry, kid.

I wish I had

some room in the bag.

You new man.

Maybe you got

new ideas, huh?

Huh?

I Polish D.P.

No place go.

Get out of here.

All right, you boys

get it outside.

Okay, let's go.

Squad leaders,

draw ammo outside.

Ammo?

Why, if we're

going home?

We're going back

on the line.

Now, get the lead out.

Snap it up, Morgan.

Get your men rolling.

They could have told us.

Yeah, they let us think

we're going home.

Like fattening up a turkey

for Thanksgiving.

Be good soldier.

Make Captain Loomis say okay.

No, Homer, you can't go!

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