Fear and Desire

There is war in this forest.

Not a war that's been fought,

or one that will be,

but any war.

And the enemies who struggle

here do not exist,

unless we call them into being.

This forest, then,

and all that happens now,

is outside History.

Only the unchanging shapes of fear

and doubt and death

are from our world.

These soldiers that you see

keep our language and our time,

but have no other country

than the mind.

Do you think they're looking for us?

It's one of ours alright.

He can't see us.

But maybe they saw

a plane back there.

There isn't much left of it to see,

'less it's still burning.

Even if they could spot us, there isn't

anything they could do to help us here.

Yeah. Six miles behind the enemy lines.

- Well, that's not too far.

- Not too far?

In those six miles there's probably

thousand of guys

and every one of them was taught

to shoot at uniforms like this.

If you're so worried about that,

why don't you keep your voice down?

I'm not worried.

What's going to happen, Lieutenant?

Somebody around who saw

our plane go down.

They might be looking for us

in the woods already!

It'd be a lot easier if ours

knew where to start.

It isn't very much.

Too bad you fellows didn't get

your rifles out of the plane.

Let's see what can be done.

Once you understand

how a mousetrap works,

if you're clever enough,

you can use it as a springboard.

Here are the front lines.

From our position just

before we crashed,

we should be in this general area.

Our own lines are here

and we should be about here.

There's a river that runs East

of where we are now, I think.

That river cuts through the front lines

and winds up on our side.

Now, as I see it,

we could use our reconditioned

mouse trap on the river.

Is that your idea?

To go down the river?

Yes.

But how? How can we get down it?

I can't swimm very well.

And Fletcher.

We could do it on a raft.

At night.

Well, we'll never make it

any other way.

It's suicide to try to walk out.

I wouldn't have the vaguest idea

of how and where to start.

This way we'd cruise through together

in a few hours and arrive in one piece.

- Well, by my computations...

- Your computations...

With your brilliant figuring

that got us here in the first place.

They must be somebody's pet.

It has a collar.

Ney, make a better watch dog.

Seems friendly enough.

We can't use a mascot

in this trip.

Hurry up! We don't have all day.

If no one has a better suggestion,

let's head for the river.

Some more animals might show up.

It's hard. One foot fights the other.

- Get there, before it burns in

the bushes! - I could do it alone.

- Nobody's safe here.

- Are they watching me?

- Getting hungry.

- What's up?

- They're all scared.

- How hungry...

- Who'll they look out to later?

- Oh, the cracking in my head.

- I bet he was wounded.

- I don't run for no reason.

What's gonna hang

from the trees tonight?

- Hurry!

- We'll die in the woods!

- Don't die here!

- They're scared.

Alright, alright. Lead them on!

After we get past this road,

the river isn't much further.

Mac! Get down on the road

and take a look.

You know? There's nothing so refreshing

as an afternoon out of doors

in enemy territory.

It's really too bad that the sun doesn't

burn us green instead of brown.

Camouflage!

Well, if you see some strange faces

across the way, wave to them casually

and try to look as native as possible.

Lieutenant!

Lieutenant! Come here.

Bring your binoculars.

- What do you want?

- I'd like you to see something.

Around the river bend.

- What? - I can't make out

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