Between Heaven and Hell

- Get Gifford out.

- Yes, sir.

Hey, Gifford.

Gifford!

Get your gear.

Get that arm up, Gifford.

You're still in the army.

Colonel Miles wants to see you.

Come on.

Inside.

Here's the prisoner, sir.

Gifford.

I've been investigating your case.

Ordinarily I'd turn this sort of

thing over to a court-martial,

but in this instance

you hold a well-earned Silver Star,

your record till now has been excellent,

and you've shown

definite qualities of leadership.

You know, I was gonna recommend

you for a battlefield commission.

Why'd you do it, Gifford?

I think you lost control of yourself.

That can happen,

especially with men who've been

out here for a long time.

Is that it?

Off the record, you're

good for ten years in

Leavenworth and a

dishonorable discharge.

Yes, sir.

But on the record,

tell you what I've decided.

I can't have you in this area.

It's bad for discipline, bad for morale.

We've got a company posted up

in the hills:
George Company.

They're in a very isolated area.

Half the time the road up there

is cut off by the enemy.

Can't even use field phones.

Have to contact 'em on radio.

I've spoken to

the Second Battalion commander.

We're reassigning you to George.

Lieutenant. Turn this man over

to the driver from George Company.

Yes, sir.

Don't give him this

until you're out of the area.

Here.

Go ahead and shoot somebody

if you feel like it. I don't care.

Anybody but me.

- My name's Willie Crawford.

- Sam Gifford.

How come you got transferred

to George?

It was that or Leavenworth.

Shoulda took Leavenworth.

Taste of tobacco juice?

Yeah.

Always does.

What'd they get you for?

Assaulting an officer

under combat circumstances.

For a fact? Hurt him bad?

Nearly killed him.

Shoulda shot him.

You'da been sure of killin' him.

That's George Company's sector there.

On most of them hills

we got outposts.

Down there, that's

our company headquarters.

That's where Waco is.

Get the lead out, Willie.

Send that mallethead in here.

- Yes, sir.

- What was that?

I mean, yes, Waco.

I'm bringin' him.

I didn't say bring him.

I said send him!

Yes, Waco. Get in there.

That's the captain.

Put your rifle down right there,

buddy.

I said put the rifle down.

Give me the papers.

And Swanson? Go and tell that mallethead

he's not gonna drive the jeep anymore.

He knows what I said

about calling me sir.

I don't say anything

a second time.

Who do you want

driving it, Waco?

That's my worry. Just

go do what I told you.

I've heard about you, Gifford.

First you go get yourself a Silver Star,

then you get busted to private.

- Oh, it's a rough war, ain't it?

- Yes, sir.

Didn't you hear what I said

about calling me sir?

- I'm sorry... Waco.

- All right.

I don't want snipers takin' potshots at me

every time one of you guys call me sir.

You hit an officer under combat conditions.

What was his rank, captain or what?

- Lieutenant.

- Oh, lieutenant.

Shoulda killed him.

I was trying to.

Samuel F. Gifford.

- What's the "F" stand for?

- Francis, sir.

- I mean, Waco.

- That's better.

You know, I got a sister

named Frances.

Hey, Millard. Frances

is a girl's name, ain't it?

Yeah. You got a girl's name,

Gifford.

Francis?

- You know anything about radio procedure?

- Yes, Waco.

OK, you're my radio operator.

You'll work right over there till I

get tired of lookin' at your kisser.

Oh, another thing, Gifford.

You ain't gonna hit me. If you do,

you'll never hit anybody again.

You hear me?

Hey, this is real stuff.

Just gimme this chick's number, boy,

and when I get state...

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