Merrill's Marauders Page #2

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Whether the British get there or not,

we've got to knock out Walawbum.

That's the job we volunteered for.

Chuck, your responsibility is gonna be

the underground ammo dump.

Yes, sir.

Sammy, your responsibility

is the communications center.

Sir, Lieutenant Stockton.

Go ahead, Stock.

Taggy intercepted

one of their messages, sir.

Here's his translation.

"Americans in our rear. Where?

How many? What's their strength?

Identify their units. "

Meet me at 0.33.

All right.

Gentlemen, there's a Japanese battalion

on its way to Walawbum.

We've gotta beat them there.

Twenty-mile march,

have your men drop their packs.

Yes, sir.

- Hello, Stock.

- Hello, general.

How's the voice on the radio

holding out?

Getting a little hoarse, sir.

You lost a little weight,

haven't you?

Look a little skinny yourself, sir.

Well, fatter than the last time

we were here.

It's a lot better when they ran us

out of this rattrap two years ago.

But it's still rough.

How do you like running

your own platoon?

You didn't tell me when you gave me

command, I'd be getting gray hairs also.

Hello, Stock.

Hello, doctor.

- Did you pick up Private O'Brien, sir?

- Mm-hm.

Is he gonna lose his leg?

Not if we can fly him back to India.

Hello, boys.

We'll fly him back

as soon as we take Walawbum.

You know, if someone could get in

behind them at Walawbum...

...and create a diversion,

it'd help an awful lot.

Why don't I get going?

Yeah, why don't you?

Doctor, general look okay to you, sir?

Nobody looks okay to me.

Keep an eye on him, will you, sir?

That's an unusual relationship between

a general and a second lieutenant.

Started a long time ago

when Merrill was a major...

...and Stock was a sergeant.

Some day, that boy's gonna be

a general, if he can lick one problem.

- Stock, Stock.

- What?

Yeah?

When Merrill put those bars on you...

...he made you the big wheel

in this platoon.

So?

Don't be sticking your neck out for us

by taking the point.

Let one of those other knotheads do it.

You're right. Bullseye.

- Yo.

- Take the point.

Lucky boy.

Shut up.

Chowhound, keep him company.

- Hah!

- Ohh...

Stock?

This way, buddy.

You want me to stay behind?

Squeeze that joker off

while you start the fireworks?

Uh-uh. I got your work cut out

at the ammo dump.

Kolowicz.

Put a man here to take care of that OP

when we blow up the rear.

Taggy, grenade that ammo truck.

Bullseye, you get that OP.

We attack in 33 seconds.

Right guard, sir.

- Have you lost your watch?

- No, sir.

Then why haven't you told me

you're ready?

You are ready, aren't you?

Just about, sir.

Just about isn't good enough.

Get cracking.

Yes, sir.

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