I Was a Male War Bride Page #2

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is almost finished with her assignment.

No. No experience. And Captain Rochard

wants our best, don't you, Captain?

Well, uh, Major. You see,

this is not an important mission.

My government's request for an officer

is only a technicality, so that...

Your orders call for our full cooperation.

It's my job to see you get it.

Now, here's your identity card, security pass

and temporary ration card.

- Thank you.

- Your orders are being cut, Gates.

- Captain Rochard will brief you on the mission.

- Yes, Major.

Well, Major, this Lieutenant

What's-her-name... Perry, she ought to do.

Oh, you're very kind, Captain,

but we're used to being shorthanded.

Besides, if I remember, you've had several

assignments with Lieutenant Gates before...

and very successfully, apparently.

It says here, "Recovered art treasures stolen

by the Nazis from the Lille Museum.

"Also located hidden documents

relating to rocket research.

Received Legion of Merit. "

- Ah, she's your man, all right.

- Wish she were.

- What was that you said, Captain?

- Oh, nothing, Major.

- Is there anything else I can do for you?

- No, thank you, Major.

- You've done more than you realize.

- Good luck then.

- Good-bye, Major.

- Good-bye.

- Captain, Jack the Ripper was a famous...

- Thank you.

Oh.

Thank you, Captain.

I wonder what the army would do

if I deserted.

They'd shoot you.

The thought makes my mouth water.

- I'd almost prefer it myself.

- Which way do we go?

Well, let's get the briefing over.

What's the job?

- You don't need to know.

- Oh, come on. Come on.

What's the job?

To keep your mouth shut and do as I tell you.

I would like to know the details

of my assignment in order to know...

what equipment to draw

from the quartermaster.

- See if they have a spare head.

- And I may as well warn you, bubble mouth...

I'm going to carry a revolver

and a trench knife...

and if you so much as lay

a finger on me this trip...

you're going back to France

minus a lot of parts you probably value.

There you go again, you blistering idiot.

I didn't touch you!

Oh, I'm sorry, Henri, but we're stuck.

We've got to be together for a while...

so why not make the best of it?

- There is no best.

- Well, I'll go crazy if you...

We turn here. I'll go crazy if you keep losing

that maniac temper every ten minutes.

Aw, Henri, let's grow up. I'm sorry

about what happened in the wine cellar.

I have no temper. No one ever

accused me of having a temper!

- They didn't, eh?

- No!

Do you remember what you were

doing the last time I saw you?

You were chasing me down the Hermann

Goring Strasse in Dsseldorf...

swearing you were gonna

tear my head off and make me eat it!

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