The Big Red One

to kiss on both cheeks.

What the hell's the matter with you?

I never saw you miss.

Medic! Over here.

Sixteenth Infantry, hold your fire!

Americans, this is Captain Chapter.

General Tavernier is dead.

Americans! I surrender

my troops to your hands.

Frenchmen, we do not

accept your surrender.

You surrender only to the enemy.

If you're Vichy, fight us.

If you're Frenchmen, join us!

We were feeling cocky as hell.

Except Griff.

In the middle of the

battle, he froze.

It got to Griff.

He kept away from the rest of us.

Nobody wanted to use the

word "coward," not yet.

How come we're not pushing inland?

Red Company's carrying the ball.

Take your malaria pills.

I wonder what they gave you in the

other war not to get a hard-on?

The same stuff you're wolfing

down now. It has saltpeter.

Griff's back.

I can't murder anybody.

We don't murder, we kill.

It's the same thing.

The hell it is, Griff.

You don't murder

animals, you kill them.

The truth is, none of us had the

faintest idea what war was all about.

We hadn't met the Krauts yet.

Communications Center

caught an American bomb.

These wet-noses found the phonograph

and one record undamaged.

Look at the faces of these

puppies, Schroeder.

They think the Horst

Wessel song is so...

Horst Wessel was a pimp who supplied

Hitler with baby faces like you.

He was killed in a brawl,

over a whore in Berlin.

A poem by a pimp became the

hymn of Hitler's party.

Is that right, Schroeder?

Don't want to disillusion

these infants, huh?

You're getting soft.

Schroeder used to be tough. In Libya,

I saw him murder a German officer.

I didn't murder him,

Gerd, I killed him...

when he ran from a fight

with the British.

Murder. Killed.

It's the same thing.

We don't murder the enemy, we kill.

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