The Great Raid Page #2

and get it to the G3 by the morning.

- Sir.

- (General) I'll make my decision then.

Henry, I'll be honest with you. This mission

appeals more to my heart than to my head.

Three years ago

we ordered these men to surrender.

The way I see it, we owe them a great debt.

But... I need you

to be a hard-headed pragmatist.

If it doesn't feel right,

you call it off. Understand?

Yes, sir.

- Who will you assign it to?

- I'll lead it myself.

Let the rest of your battalion worry about it.

I trained these Rangers. Everything

I've asked them to do, I've done myself.

I feel like they deserve a shot at this.

And so do I.

All right, Henry.

You show me a plan that works.

Sir.

General Krueger

hasn't made up his mind yet,

so I need you to come up

with a hell of a plan.

The Alamo Scouts are briefing us in five.

After that, you've got till the morning.

Yes, sir.

Sir, when you said

you were going to accompany us...

Don't worry, Captain.

You'll be leading the raid, not me.

(Captain) How many guards

in the compound?

- Man:
Could be as many as 200.

- (Captain) Any tanks?

This building with the metal roof

looks like it's protecting something.

If the camp is here, what is the Japanese

strength inside Cabanatuan City?

- 9,000 troops, sir.

- Not to worry. That's over four miles away.

What's enemy traffic like on this road?

The Japanese are moving their troops

from south to north.

So this is one of their main routes.

Looks like this bridge

is a mile away from the camp.

Half a mile, sir.

We believe it's heavily fortified. We're

not sure how many troops are guarding it.

Sir, it's hard to determine the number of

men we'll need without more specific intel.

Unfortunately, we don't have that luxury,

Bob. I selected you for your flexibility.

Now, you've got

a 24-hour jump on us, Lieutenant.

Is that enough time to get Captain Prince

all the dope he needs?

We'll be ready to report to you at 0800

hours on the morning of the 29th, sir.

- (Mucci) Get it done.

- (Men) Yes, sir.

Sir, the tough nut is the final approach.

No cover for over 800 yards.

It's as flat as a pancake.

Hey. Hey!

(Whimpers)

How far do you think

Hewitt's got by now?

What difference does it make?

The Japs are gonna catch him

sooner or later.

You couldn't have got me

something easier to chew?

A mango, banana?

Duke's selling graveyard rats,

but I thought...

I thought that'd be overindulging.

Is it your gums

or your teeth hurting?

(Groans)

Starts at the gums, works its way

around the back of my head

and then ends up

in my neck somewhere.

Don't worry.

It's not malaria.

- Sir.

- Take a knee, Lieutenant.

We've just translated

a telegram to Colonel Mori.

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