Deathwatch Page #5

Beggars the imagination.

Perhaps you'd like to say

a few words, Bradford.

The Captain's saying he wants

to hear something from your book.

Very well.

And the four angels were loosed...

which were prepared for an hour,

and a day,

and a month, and a year.

For they were to slay

the third part of men...

by the fire, by the smoke

and by the brimstone...

which rained down about their heads.

We have all made a covenant with death...

and with hell we are in agreement.

Who do you think you are,

the Archbishop of f***in' Canterbury?

Ignore him.

You send one up there for me, aye.

When the over flown scourge

shall pass through...

you shall be trodden down by it.

Are these better than ours?

Well, if you're looking for a nice line

in shrapnel wounds and severed limbs. Yeah.

Probably a little better.

Mind you, I hear our pineapples

make a pretty good fruit salad.

Why are we doing this?

Ah, well... sometimes it's just better

to be doing something.

We know the enemy's still here somewhere, so...

Captain tells us we have to stay

and hold the trench, so...

we stay and hold the trench.

That's the chain of command, we do what we're told.

And what then?

All of us at risk to hold this place,

and we, we don't even know where it is.

Or what it is.

Right, we've got underground saps

all along here, yeah?

Some of them have got tunnels.

There, there and down there.

So we just chuck grenades in

and collapse the entrances?

Yeah, that's about the sum of it.

Do you think it will work, Sarge?

Why not?

Oh, come on.

There's a bad feeling here. This trench.

What you talking about?

Sarge, something isn't right...

What?

Nothing.

Right, with a bit of luck the whole thing

will cave in and trap him down there.

Aye, or drive them out into the open.

Yeah, either way we've got a result.

Alright?

Aye.

Bradford!

Bradford!

Tell Jennings one minute. Go on. Go!

We're ready, sir.

One minute.

Very good. Tell him to proceed.

One minute.

Go on!

Come on, on your feet.

Patrol coming.

Get up!

Tate?

Tate!

- Incoming!

- Artillery!

Hawkestone, go find the Captain. Go, Go!

Sergeant.

Move! Move! Get in the bunkers.

Take cover lads!

Take cover, boys.

F*** off!

Shakespeare, get back in there!

In with Doc. Go!

Charley, Charley!

Charley, get in here!

Keep down!

Keep the... where's it coming from?

Keep down! Keep down!

Where are they?

They're coming!

Right, here they come.

Steady boys.

Make every bullet count!

Stay focused.

Easy.

Any second now.

Captain!

Tate!

Tate!

Tate!

Tate!

Tate!

Tate! Tate!

They're coming!

They're coming!

They're coming!

Tate, where are you?

Goddamit, where are you?

Come on!

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