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donkey! How will we carry the stuff?

-The radio!

-Sh*t! My radio!

-Broken?

-I don't know.

-Can it be fixed?

-I don't know.

-Why don't you know?

-I said I don't know.

It was our most important equipment!

To be kept in top working condition!

We depended on it, and then that

cretin of a mountain man broke it!

Don't yell. Blaming him won't

help now. Stay calm.

Calm, my ass! Stay calm, my ass!

We're cut off from the war!

How do we communicate now?

With smoke signals?

My Silvana...

There's nothing.

O.K. boys, you'll stay here.

For observation and liaison.

When you see a ship, send up the

signaI fIares. Toward us, not them.

In two, three days

I'll send another shift.

Don't worry about us. We're

not too familiar with the sea.

If the relief shift isn't

obligatory, we'll stay here.

We'll come get our supplies.

-Suit yourselves.

-Thank you, Lieutenant.

Lieutenant, one second.

Munaron.

The mission is now documented.

See you.

ITALY, I THINK AND DREAM OF YOU.

Good morning, Lieutenant.

-Good morning, Lieutenant.

-Good morning.

Some island!

-An island of ghosts. There's nobody here.

-The radio?...

-Any news?

-I've reassembled it. It won't work.

I'm worried about the man

because nothing's happening...

and especially Strazzabosco.

He's always by himself, withdrawn...

and now his Silvana's dead...

So let's invent something to

boost their morale.

We could have them

dig a nice trench.

-What for?

-Nothing. They'll dig it and cover it up.

-They'll get demoralized.

-Let's mount a simulated attack.

-In this heat?

-Then what can I do to...

-keep up their spirits?

-Listen, Lo Russo, think of something.

Now excuse me. I have to

update the miIitary diary.

I didn't realize...

-Farina, are you married?

-No.

-Engaged?

-No.

-Is anyone back home waiting for you?

-My foIks died when I was IittIe.

I never knew them.

It's nice here, right?

Well...

This may seem Iike an arid pIace,

a pIace for sheep...

but here, 2,500 years ago, before Rome,

there was a beautifuI civiIization.

There were poets, philosophers,

warriors, goddesses.

We're all their descendants. Even you can

find your origins here. You understand?

Do you Iike poetry?

It depends.

Look... these were written

seven centuries before Christ.

You know how to read?

-Not in Greek.

-Each poem is translated.

The mountain peaks sleep, along with

the valleys, cliffs and gorges...

and creatures of the brown earth...

Wake up! They've landed!

I saw them! They're here!

Lieutenant, wake up!

-What happened, Sergeant?

-Where did they Iand?

-They're everywhere! Many of them!

-The British?

No! I tried catching one,

but they disappeared.

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