Adventure in Sahara Page #3

-At ease.

Not much better, huh?

How can a man recover when that fiend

Savatt makes him sweat until he drops?

Wilson, l must warn you

against any rash talk or acts, as your friend.

-Thank you, sir.

-Attention!

Why are you not digging?

Or is the Lieutenant already choosing

his favorite bootlickers?

Your pardon, sir. We were just discussing

the feasibility of the well.

-l ordered it dug, that's enough.

-Yes, sir. We had agreed on its value, sir.

An excellent conclusion. What is this?

Get up, you lazy slug, and get into that hole.

-He's ill.

-He is no more ill than a donkey.

-He's always shamming.

-Pardon, sir.

Silence! Get up.

Now pick up that shovel.

l'll pick up my shovel.

-l'll smash your fiendish skull!

-Ladoux!

l don't care what he does to me.

How much can a man suffer?

Hold him under arrest.

Ladoux, you will be sent to Tiente

for military trial.

For assaulting an officer with intent to kill,

the punishment is death.

He saved you the trouble.

lt has come to my ears that you are not

in sympathy with my methods of training.

You have too much time to talk and think.

That will be remedied at once.

Right shoulder, march!

Right face, forward march!

-She's lovely.

-You'd like each other.

-l wish you could meet her sometime.

-Not much chance of that.

You'd better get up, Ren. Savatt might...

The devil is asleep.

He went into his tent some time ago.

Why is he taking us on this long march?

No reason. Just Savatt.

Punishment for resenting Ladoux's death,

l suppose.

Moonlight on the desert.

ln America, they sing songs about it.

When l was a kid,

my mother used to tell me that...

There was a man in the moon,

and if you did anything wrong,

he'd see you do it and tell her.

Yes.

-How did you know?

-All mothers are alike.

l wonder what he's telling Mother now.

-You'll tell her yourself someday.

-l wonder.

lt all seems like a mirage,

and this is the only thing that's real.

Savatt, the suffering, the boiling sun,

men dying for no reason, like Ladoux.

But how can this be real?

Someday you'll look back on this

as a mirage,

and the things you love

will be the real things.

l've got to get back, Jim, for Madeline.

We were married the night before l left.

Mother and Father don't know it.

Malreaux.

You were assigned to sentry duty.

How dare you desert your post!

-But l was only...

-Silence!

-Corporal.

-Yes, sir.

Do you realize you've endangered the lives

of the entire company in case of attack?

-So, place Malreaux under arrest.

-Yes, sir.

On our return to Agadez,

carry out the punishment.

Two full days on lookout post on the wall,

without relief.

Yes, sir. Poule.

-Yes, sir.

-Take over Malreaux's watch. Come on.

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