Battleground Page #5

Come on, Hansan, let's go.

Take ten, Jarvess.

Time for me to spare you.

Get out of here.

I'm sorry.

Let's not try to reach China this time.

There's no sense digging

if you don't go deep.

Last time we dug one together...

you went so deep that when I climbed out

I got the bends.

- How does it look?

- Great.

Only one thing wrong. We're moving.

- What?

- You heard me. It ain't my idea.

Saddle up, everybody, let's go.

Oh, no!

Just once I'd like to dig a foxhole...

and find out that's the one I'm sleeping in.

Will you stop yapping?

First and third squads

gotta run patrols all night.

- All we gotta do is...

- Standiferd, take over.

- I'm pulling the first shift on the roadblock.

- Okay.

You better take a blanket with you.

This fog...

really gets to you.

I feel kind of woozy myself.

Let's go, Hansan.

Just get it started. We'll finish it up.

When you were in that camp

in New York...

- did you ever phone your wife?

- Sure.

- What did it cost?

- A nickel. What did you think?

That's right. She came there to see you.

Did you phone your kids long distance?

Yeah, just before we shipped out.

- Why?

- What did that cost?

$2 for three minutes.

- Why, Johnny?

- I was thinking...

it's probably about as far from New York

to Wichita, where your kids were...

as it is from Wichita to Los Angeles,

where my folks are.

And when you get back home...

what would that be, about 200 francs?

I'll send you a bill, Johnny.

Tell them that I...

Well, you'll think of something.

And if it runs over three minutes, it's okay.

Put out that fire. It's getting dark, Holley.

Put on that steel pot

and get over to the roadblock.

Three on a shift at night:

You, Kipp, and the new man.

They said to look out

for Krauts wearing GI uniforms.

What about the password?

That might be nice to know,

in case somebody thinks we're Krauts.

- Bug-jitter.

- Thanks.

Here, don't get any dirt in these eggs.

Okay, you get half of them.

- How do you feel, Standiferd?

- Terrible.

It's settling down in my chest.

I'm almost sure I have a fever.

I had a fever in Holland, but the medics

wouldn't let me off the line.

You have to have 102. That's a regulation.

Listen to that voice. I can hardly talk.

Yeah, it sounds good.

Halt! Password!

- Bug.

- Jitter.

- What is this, Charlie Company?

- No, sir, ltem.

I Company?

This must be the road to Neufchteau.

- I think it is.

- You want to be sure of things, soldier.

- Is there a bridge up ahead?

- Yes, about half a mile out.

Good. Let's go.

Smart cookie. Wearing his bars on patrol.

Must be a new replacement.

Don't let that happen again.

Speak English.

Yes, sir.

Oh, no!

Look, Pop, it's snowing!

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