The Big Red One Page #2

Everything is on the move.

Battalion is sending us

to the Kasserine Pass.

- We're going to choke on panzer fumes.

- Not me, Schroeder.

Let Rommel's panzer grenadiers

march behind those tanks.

But not me. I want no more.

I'm no damn Nazi fanatic like you.

Germany is through

singing for Adolf Hitler.

Our brilliant generals

had figured...

that Rommel's push would come

at a place called Speava...

so they massed most of the

Allied forces over there.

But they sent our regiment

around the back way...

through a sh*t-hole called

the Kasserine Pass.

Our squad was on point.

We got an eyeful, all right.

The whole damned Afrika Korps was

coming through the Kasserine Pass.

Rommel had caught us

with our pants down.

We got tanks, boys, and

infantry with them.

They'll be looking behind the rocks

for antitank guns, so let's go!

- Oh, sh*t.

- Let's go.

Sergeant, where are we gonna run to?

They'll spot us out in the open.

We're not running,

we're digging in.

Digging in?

Are you crazy, sergeant?

All right. Dig in and let

them roll over our heads.

Hey, they're going

off to the right!

Guess again, jerk-off.

Look over there.

Jeez.

Tanks! They're all over the place!

The war is over for you.

We won.

You lost.

You are in a temporary German

hospital in Tunis, sergeant.

Our doctors are very impressed

with your recovery.

You should be dead.

We'd better get out of here.

You heard what that orderly said.

This is an unmarked hospital,

and they'd just as soon blast us.

Anybody here from the Big Red One?

Sixteenth.

Eighteenth!

Where's that Big Red One man?

What happened at the pass?

You with the 16th?

You one of them goons?

I Company, 3rd Battalion.

What are you doing wrapped

up in that Arab bed sheet?

- What happened at the pass?

- We counterattacked after you jokers ran.

We took Kasserine, Gafsa,

El Guettar, Tunis.

- We ran Rommel right out of Africa.

- You mean the Big Red One took Tunis.

We sure as hell did.

This is Tunis.

You're right.

We took Tunis.

The old bastard just couldn't

face being left behind.

He heard we were shipping

out to invade Sicily.

Where's the 1st Squad?

Where's the 1st Squad?

Out of the original

12-man rifle squad...

the four of us were

the only ones left.

This invasion wasn't gonna

be like North Africa.

The beach would be

heavily defended.

So now at least, we could all go

to Sicily and get killed together.

I gave the supply

officer a Luger for it.

By the way, what were you

doing in that Arab bed sheet?

They were shanghaiing

all the combats...

and noncoms and training

replacements for those rebel devils.

Where'd you steal it, stupe?

My name's Shep, not "stupe." I got it

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