Westfront 1918

You're not nice like this!

Scratchy, isn't it?

How about us? - No!

You are all my children.

What's the matter?

Troubles?

Nothing but troubles

with the Prussians!

Karl, show it to him.

Thank you. - No way!

I don't mind.

I'm not that soft. Washing up

is nothing for soldiers.

Hadau, right?

Love me now! - Love...

I don't think about that.

- What did she say now?

- That you're an idiot.

Idiot?

- That's you?

- She thinks it's a compliment.

This lady is gonna be my bride

for the next half hour.

Watch out! You're spilling all that

coffee, you childish buggers!

Don't mess it up!

Do you want to drink

pure water?

At last some coffee.

For grandpa.

Oh, that's good, it's hot.

Give me some of that

negro-sweat!

Don't cry. Here's your coffee.

- Just in time old friend.

- That's love.

I'm hot for you.

Ouch, she is strong!

Frollein, leave him alone.

These Bavarians are no good.

Well, we'll see.

Let's have a go.

- I'm gonna give it to her.

- Well, do it if you have the guts!

OK. - Let's go.

Behave yourself, Bruno.

Bazi will make it.

I bet six points for Bruno.

Kick him in the ass.

Ouch!

- Grandpa...

- Celler! Get cover!

What's happening out here?

18... 20... 23...

- Pass. - 24... - Me too.

- 27... - Yes. - Pass.

Ouch, that was warm rain,

you rogue. You have a trump.

Bumbum, miss.

Impolite your fellow countryman.

Pas galant.

Oh, my God. This war...

This stupid killing.

I'm going to die for fear.

Don't shake, we're safe here.

No fear. I'm here with you.

With you...

Oh, how kind are you, Monsieur.

Good Sir...

I love you.

Christ, that's some hole.

When he falls on his head,

and can recite the last sentence.

Another one, I go.

There sure is.

Step in, great quarter.

Fire proof guaranteed.

Gentlemen, doesn't cost you

a dime.

Half price for the army

and free for girls!

Get ready for.

Kiss my arse.

So what?

- Hello, somebody here?

- What's the matter?

Here we go again with this

filthy business.

Is this mess starting up again?

Crazy, just when I have

a flush in hand!

Christ!

Don't break your neck,

there's enough time to die in battle.

Where's the student?

Student?

I must be going.

Don't go away...

Stay with me.

Squad leaders report.

I'll be back.

Damn it! The student!

Stop!

First selection line up!

Second selection line up!

Third selection line up!

First squad line up.

Stop!

- Company line up. Ready!

- Thanks.

In sections.

Turn right - March!

- Straight ahead! Order of march!

- Smoking permitted.

Get in that filth, just sleep.

Attack! Open fire.

Wake me up

when the time has come.

Alarm!

Everybody out.

Attack!

- God, what's happening?

- The gas-mask.

Quick, they gonna suffocate

down there.

There won't be many left.

That was a direct hit.

Out.

Hell!

Are you mad?

We don't have enough oxygen

in here.

Support the ceiling,

it's coming down.

Quick!

Hurry up!

Don't give in.

That must have come from

this side.

Damn it!

Our own artillery.

Fire to the front!

What's wrong?

Sh*t!

Messenger, quick!

The artillery shoots at their

own position.

Direct hit of the artillery,

observation.

Messenger! Battle orderly over

to the flanking division!

They shoot too short.

Medical orderly.

Can't...

Can't you breathe either?

I'm finished.

Hello? Karl?

Here is water.

Help!

The messenger dog.

Good boy.

Messenger, go!

My God!

I can't take this!

What's the matter?

The front ditch is lost.

Lads, are you mad?!

Voluntary messenger go to

the regimental headquarters.

Voluntary messenger!

Are you mad?

Not quite.

I go.

Over to the regimetnal battle HQ.

Children, let's go down

to the dug-outs.

- What's wrong, August?

- Nothing.

Corporal Richter. - Yes?

What's happening with the message?

It's still not ready.

All linemen are away.

There is nothing

we can do, colonel.

General, all the lines to the tunnel

are shot to pieces.

Messenger...

Third Company.

Divisional artillery commander.

My God, major!

They shoot my regiment

to pieces!

The firing-line's too short!

Change.

They have to lengthen the shot.

Got it? - Messenger.

A message from the dug-out.

Silence.

Yes, I put you through to

the colonel.

Captain Wolzon. Yes?

What's wrong with your line?

Now, eat your fill.

Thanks.

- Bezincourt?

- Straight ahead.

They got him.

Oh, monsieur Georges.

Did you have an accident?

Is the student back? - No.

Terrible losses... in one night.

The men?

Repair the tunnels.

How is the morale?

The soldiers on leave are back.

Who's turn is it?

Karl.

Hello, Karl should come!

You know...

I don't like sending people

on leave.

When they are back, they spoil

the spirit out here.

I know they tell them...

they've been starving back home.

Stop! Don't go.

I can't let my comrades win

this war all by themselves.

What disaster, this war!

All people are crazy.

Stay here.

Christ...

Your battalion is lined up.

Well?

And you?

Is that the fifth?

The field-gerdarme.

That's the fifth, right?

That's where somebody

deserted last week.

They got him tonight.

Okay.

The orderly-room is across

the road.

The guy will be handed over

this afternoon.

Get your guns ready.

Thanks a lot, mate.

All the best.

Are you leaving?

I've got leave to go home!

Lucky man.

Boy!

In Brussels station you can buy

as much sausage as you like

butter and beer.

- And one liter brandy.

I'll get the lot, the gonna be

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