Everyman's War Page #5

Maurice, my friend, how you doing?

Benedetto.

l have been expecting you.

Yes.

What the hell is this?

Calvados.

Brandy.

Regrettably these days,

it has no chance to grow old.

But this is finely aged.

With this, you can start fires,

refill lighters.

You can even drink it.

l bet half your buddies

make this in their canteens.

Well, my friend,

l guess this is too good

for your American taste.

Hang on, hang on.

l got more taste than your mother.

So you want to deal?

Maybe l do, maybe l don't.

The point is what do you have?

All right, all right, all right.

Look at what l got.

And cigarettes?

You got it.

American cigarettes.

Pleasure doing business.

Stay.

Maybe we can have some other

mutually advantageous...

What?

Pilferage.

Maybe.

You know what? Another time.

They're going to miss me,

so l got to get back. See you later.

Starting up with the 88s again.

We got incoming!

- Ready?

- Yeah.

What, you see something?

l'm not sure.

Tell those Krauts to go back to bed.

We've got some on our left flank.

We've got Krauts moving up out there.

Thirty.

- Go! Get down! Come on!

- Move in!

Over here.

How'd they get so damned close?

- Take the gun.

- Come on.

Son of a b*tch, what was that?

That wasn't an 88.

Here comes another one.

Try to cut across to the gully below us.

l'll take the gun.

Stop, they're down below us!

l know, l know. l'm trying

to keep their men back.

Where's the mortars?

Don't the frogs have mortars?

We got spotters up there.

They must be ranging in those coastal guns.

Nice entrance, Brooklyn.

- Hey, are you okay?

- Leave me alone. l'm fine.

Goddamn Nazi a**holes.

Can we range in on that spotter out there?

Kind of busy with our left flank right now.

Mortars, finally.

l'm going to see if l can get

a sharpshooter on that spotter.

Briggs, Briggs, Briggs.

You see that spotter out there?

Yeah, l'm already on it.

But they're pretty far out.

l just have to wait

until we see some movement.

Sure. l don't think they sell it, though.

Yeah. Hang on.

That one was on the mark.

First mistake they make is to freeze.

Stay there.

The second one's down, too.

Come on, you bastards.

l think we're back to 88s for a while.

Guess l'll just keep poking at it

to see if we're here.

God damn it.

Away from your post, no weapon?

You pull a stunt like that again,

what's left of you

after l'm through with you,

the Army won't want to put in jail.

Where the hell were you?

- Where the hell--

- Maurice.

He was right in front of me.

Now he's gone. He's just gone.

Benedetto, damn it,

get yourself cleaned up.

Look at me.

Get yourself cleaned up.

Come on, Brooklyn.

Starks.

What?

Are you okay?

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