The Postman Page #2

that l was speaking to you?

Yes, you.

l'm just a performer.

Shakespeare. Stuff like that.

Shakespeare?

He was a writer.

Yes, l know.

l know who Shakespeare was.

"Cry 'Havoc!' . . .

. . .and let slip. . .

. . .the dogs of war. "

Me?

"To be or not to be:

That is the question. "

"We few. . .

. . .we happy few. . .

. . .we band of brothers! "

"Now is the winter of our discontent

made glorious summer. . .

. . .by this sun of York. "

You're pretty good.

You're also a fighter.

l can see it in your eyes.

You are a dangerous man.

Don't you agree?

No disrespect, sir,

but you'd be better off letting me go.

A fighter is

about the last thing that l am.

Don't you think l should be

the judge of that, soldier?

Get up.

l said, get up!

You're right.

You're not a fighter.

But you will be.

l'm giving you a chance

at a life. . .

. . .that means something.

A life worth living.

-l'm glad to see you.

-We missed you.

-l missed you. Kurt, hoW are you?

-Hungry.

-Gretl, What happened to your finger?

-lt got caught.

-Caught in What?

-Friedrich 's teeth.

Thanks.

Did l win?

l tried to tell him.

Say it again.

Say what?

Words you said in town.

About the wind blowing and the rest.

Say it again.

"Blow, wind.

Come, wrack.

At least we'll die

with the harness off our back. "

What's it mean?

"Live free or. . .

. . .die. "

l think.

You're going to watch a movie

or you can sleep!

But tomorrow. . .

. . .you run in uniform. . .

. . .full packs. . .

...20 miles!

Everybody makes it...

...or nobody eats...

...for the third day in a roW!

Everybody up.

You got meat tonight.

Why don't you tell Shakespeare

what kind it is?

Mule.

God-awful animal.

Sterile offspring of horse and donkey.

Can you imagine that?

There's no room in the New World

for a bastard like that.

Any man last in line

ain't hungry enough to eat.

You show up last. . .

. . .you don't eat!

l'm going to die

before l'm last in line again!

That's what they're hoping for.

Shut up! At least you're eating!

You serious?

Good.

This is good!

You want this?!

This is what you want?

Babies!

The hills are alive

With the sound of music

These were supposed to be

the best years of my life.

The Laws of Eight, gentlemen.

That is the legacy

handed down to us by Nathan Holn.

May he burn in hell.

These are the laws that we live by.

The 8. . .

. . .is our symbol.

Each man will bear it with pride.

Only then will you be part of the clan.

Sit down, gentlemen.

Law One:

You will obey orders without question.

l told you to sit.

There weren't enough chairs.

l didn't specify chairs.

You could've sat on the ground.

You disobeyed a direct order.

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