Kings Go Forth

- Bonjour, madame.

- Bonjour, monsieur.

Vive I'Amrique.

- Vive la France.

- Vive le President Roosevelt.

Vive le Gnral de Gaulle.

Vive le Radio City Music Hall.

Vive les Folies Bergere.

The first time I saw him,

we'd stopped in a little town...

...in the mountains of southern France.

Up north, at the time,

they were liberating Paris.

That was the big war,

the glamour war.

The one they were taking the pictures of

and writing all the words about.

But we had our own war...

...and they weren't writing many words

or taking many pictures.

We'd landed near Saint-Tropez.

There wasn't much resistance

on the beaches...

...not at all like the day

we got to Sicily or Salerno, or...

...oh, yeah, Anzio.

We started north, and once in a while

the Germans loped over an 88...

...and once in a while somebody was killed.

Sometimes it was a friend.

He was one of the new replacements...

...and at first they looked like

any bunch of new guys...

...too young, too clean, too polished.

And they all looked scared...

...except him, he wasn't scared.

He was the kind of a guy you'd notice.

You know, take any group of guys,

there's always one that stands out.

Attention!

Any of you guys know how

to operate a radio?

Yes, sir. I do, sir.

Okay, the rest of you guys can knock it off.

- What's your name, soldier?

- Technician Fifth Grade Britt Harris, sir.

- Let's see your Form 20.

- Yes, sir.

Graduate of Culver Academy,

attended Virginia Institute...

...Penn State, Colgate and Cornell.

I never met a guy

who went to four colleges before.

How come you're not an officer?

It's rather difficult to explain, sir.

Try.

I wanted to serve with the men, sir.

Would you like to try that again?

There were a few people

I wanted to prove a few things to, sir.

You got anxious a little late.

You been in the Army 8 months,

we've been overseas 20 months.

I was deferred, sir, because of my job.

Yeah, "General Manager of the Harris

Woolen Mills, Newark, New Jersey."

You share the name of the mill.

Coincidence?

My father, sir.

That's smart of you to pick an old man

who owns a textile mill. Only one?

Four, sir.

My old man was in business, too.

Ran a little candy store in New York.

123rd Street, near 8th Avenue.

He used to ask me to help him out

when he had a run on bubble gum.

You run that radio right,

and we'll get along fine.

If you don't, I'll boot your tail up

around your neck.

- Comprenez?

- Yes, sir.

Wait here and I'll check you in

with the room clerk.

Does the Lieutenant wish me

to carry these, sir?

The Lieutenant wishes for you

to knock off that stateside chicken!

I needed someone to do Wiley's job.

He was one of the men

we left behind on the beach.

All right, dream boy, up and at 'em!

Come on, I've got a new radio operator.

Check him in.

The Artillery makes the replacements.

Why don't you let them...

Why don't you let them?

You know how the old man...

Shut your big, fat mouth and grab a pencil.

Come on!

That's not a nice way to talk, you know,

for somebody who just made an officer...

...and a gentleman, sir.

This guy's from Newark, too.

Do you know him?

No, we're not exactly buddy-buddies,

but I know about him.

Yes, sir, "Cpl. Britt Harris.

"Army Serial No. 33170247."

You've got yourself a real doozy this time.

Would you like to explain that, Corporal?

You mean a "doozy"?

A doozy, in this case, is a celebrity.

Mr. Britt Harris was quite a celebrity

up around our way.

It seems...

...that a member of Harris' draft board...

...just happened to be working in a factory

that Harris just happened to be running.

He tried to bribe him,

he gave him a Chevrolet.

- Me, I would've held out for a Cadillac.

- Naturally.

What happened then?

He had to enlist in a hurry.

- Thanks, Corporal.

- You're welcome.

You will keep this to yourself, won't you?

Tear out the fingernails, sir.

And a very sanitary measure

it would be, too.

Don't worry about me, Sam, Lieutenant.

You know me, sir. Big mouth!

Je parle le franais un petit peu,

but I'd like to borrow your eggs.

- Les oeufs, Monsieur?

- Yeah, I'll take one...

I never told him I knew,

but I kept an eye on him.

You see, in our outfit we had to get along.

We were a forward observation team.

We lived in each other's pockets.

Hey, Harris.

Bye-bye.

- What are those?

- Les oeufs.

Did you pay for them?

No, sir. That woman gave them to me.

Why?

I don't know why, sir,

but women are always giving me things.

Let me see now, one for Rogers...

...one for Harmer...

...one for Breglio...

...and one for... No, two for me.

I keep forgetting I'm an officer now.

Yeah, that about leaves one for you, right?

Right.

I guess I gave him a rough time, all right.

Partly because I didn't trust him, and partly

because he was born rich and handsome...

...and I was born poor and not handsome.

You guys met Harris yet?

Yeah.

I understand he got sort of held up

getting in the Army.

We had a couple of dry runs today.

He's pretty good with a radio.

So was Wiley.

Land mines!

Get the medics up here on the double!

It's those replacements.

They went into the orchard.

I thought everybody knew it was loaded!

It was marked! I know it!

Shut up, you guys!

Oh, God, Mama!

- Oh, God, Mama!

- Everybody knew it was mined.

Everybody should've known it was mined!

You men in there...

...don't move an inch!

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