Saints and Soldiers: Airborne Creed Page #2

No, why don't you enlighten us Curtis?

Well Hitler wants a pure Nazi race - right...

Yea...

So he finds people with Aryan qualities and

takes their babies.

As soon as their born the Third Reich

comes in and takes them away

Nazi's just come in and take the babies

away from their mothers when they're born.

That's right...Hitler has these places where he gets all the

young Aryan people together to make little Nazi babies

it's like a factory...he breeds them like horses.

They run some tests...put them in a room together.

These people never met; don't even know each other.

Not nice to meet you...that's nice perfume you're wearing...

No..nothing like that. Just throw out the dance card

and there's the door.

I gotta admit - I didn't know about that.

Hold on....

You know.... they got a name for places like that.

Yea - except those places aren't in the business

of making babies.

Babies that grow up, put on uniforms

conquer the world, kill our guys...

They'll get theirs eventually...either

in this life or the next.

You really think so?

Yeah, I know so.

Hold up.

I want to check the map.

[Shutter Clicks]

Well, look at you.

What do you think?

Is it me?

It's short.

But handsome.

My very own handsome soldier.

They're beautiful.

So is this for me?

I don't know.

Guess we'll see.

Hey, handsome, I need

you to open this door.

Yup. Here.

Thank you.

- Where are my manners?

Okay.

We're good to go.

Hey, Rossi.

What goes through

your mind when we jump?

What do you mean?

Well...

You know,

what do you think about

when we jump out of the plane?

Some guys are counting the seconds

before they hit the ground.

Others are thinking

about how they're gonna die.

I'm just wondering what you think about.

I don't think about anything, really.

Why? What do you think about?

I usually think about my girl, Charlotte.

She seems to calm me down.

[Whispering]

What are you doing?

Got a rock in my boot.

Throw it.

[Explosion]

Phew.

[gunshot and metal clanging]

Clear.

[Chuckles]

Well, I think you got him.

[Laughing]

A damn rock in my boot.

You know, Rossi,

I'm gonna recommend

you get a medal for that.

Just go find your Luger, Gates.

Let's see, what have you been up to,

you naughty, naughty Germans?

Huh?

What have we here?

Hey, Rossi.

Give you one guess whose

mug I'm looking at right now.

[Laughing]

Let's make you pretty, Mein Fuehrer.

Aww, yeah. There you go--

[Zipping and Pinging]

Ah!

[Explosion]

We've gone, what, five, six kilometers?

What do you think, Curtis?

Yeah, that's about what I'm figuring.

What's that in miles?

Multiply it by .62.

[Sighs]

Was never very good at math.

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