The Front Line Page #2

Sorry I'm late.

First Lieutenant?

Not only are you alive,

you made First lieutenant from Private.

In 2 years?

Officers die in battle fields,

and you get promoted fast.

Hey, you had this?

What, you've lost your faith?

No, I just pray for different things.

I used to ask God to save,

but now to kill.

Kill whom?

Anybody.

This won't be over

unless one side is gone.

Eun-pyo?

What's a CIC officer doing here?

We have intel about a mole here.

What?

That's bullshit.

I know.

Let's toast to our new captain.

Fill your cups.

Here you go.

What's this?

It's water.

It can be either water or booze.

It's all in your head.

Listen up.

Wake him up.

To the regimental commander

who put on this party for us.

Let's toast.

Before that...

We lost a lot of men

in the last combat.

Let's toast to them first.

Go ahead.

Comrades, good bye.

Good bye!

Sorry about earlier.

You're here to catch a mole?

Pour me a shot.

You look old.

I fought in the Liberation Army.

- Against Japan?

- Yes, in Manchuria.

Mt. Hwabaek Battle

in 1941.

I got this badge

from an interim government.

It was dark at night.

Japs were coming,

and we were out of ammo.

We were ready to die.

Where are you going?

It is getting exciting.

"The eastern sky lit up

with artillery support."

I've heard it so many times

I know it by heart.

I'm sick of it.

What the...

Smarter than you look.

With artillery support...

No, he's not smart.

He'd be stupid not to know it by now.

Enough of that.

Cruit?

Let us hear you sing.

Nam?

Private Nam Seong-sik!

Where's my platoon?

Why didn't you invite us?

Il-Young?

Sh*t.

Eat this.

Eat it.

What's wrong?

It's okay.

We're retreating now

but we will strike back.

Where are you going?

Wake up, man.

We're not in Pohang.

Knock it off!

Why bring that sh*t up?

What?

Did food make you sick?

Why is it so cold?

What is it?

He thinks we're in Pohang.

- Pohang?

- Forget it, guys.

It's behind us.

Where's my platoon?

Damn it!

Cheer up, guys.

Let's have some fun.

Come on, show us some moves!

F***!

Nam, sing us something

that's big in Seoul.

- Sing!

- Come on.

Look at me, dear

Not that old sh*t.

Something new!

You're stabbing the dead here.

What are you doing?

Hi.

Let's eat.

When will the war end?

What?

I bet you've talked

to high-ranking officers.

When?

Truce talks began

two f***ing years ago.

It can be any day now.

And it's been 2 years.

Any idea how many have died here?

It gets confusing.

Did he die?

Or was it someone else?

It's sick.

Did I see him in the barracks?

Sh*t.

That Cruit?

What a song.

Heard from a distance...

a loud gunshot,

like a lullaby,

takes me home in my dream.

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