Forbidden Ground Page #6

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He'll blow the whole thing.

Cut him down.

Do not let him reach the trench.

- But, sir, he's...

- Cut him down now.

[gunfire and explosions]

[groans]

Arthur.

[groans]

Again!

Don't shoot! Don't shoot!

Shoot him, man!

[groans and pants]

[gunshot]

Arthur, he's almost there.

Arthur!

[screams]

[pants]

[they cough]

[in German]

[they pant]

[lieutenant] Damn waste.

Did you know...

...that they'd pulled back?

You haven't exactly

been forthcoming, Arthur.

Have l changed that much in your eyes?

l'm sorry. That was out of line.

l shouldn't have told him.

You did the right thing.

He deserved to know, Arthur.

He died for something he believed in.

Don't kid yourself, Rich.

The boy died for nothing.

What do you believe in, Arthur?

l don't know what's

honourable any more or...

l don't know why l'm here. l just...

l just know that l wanna get back home...

...and l wanna be the same man

l was when l left.

[door creaks]

Are we alone?

Yes. l gave the servants the night off.

Are you certain this is what you want?

Grace?

Are you ready?

[groans]

How are you feeling, Rich?

l'm not feeling any pain,

if that's what you mean, Arthur.

Well, that's a good thing.

l'm going to have to

do something about this.

lt might sting a little.

l feel like l can still wiggle my toes.

That should keep it clean.

How much time do we have, Arthur?

We've only got a few minutes.

lf we can get back to our trench

or at least what's left of it...

...we might be able

to hold out through the attack

and then we can make for the comms line.

OK.

Let's get home, Arthur.

Come on.

l need your help. Can you do it?

Yeah.

[they grunt]

[German voices in the distance]

What is it, Arthur?

lt's gas.

[Jennings grunts]

[Jennings coughs]

[Wilkins pants]

[coughs]

l'm sorry to have to do this, Rich.

All right.

[they inhale]

[pants]

[Wilkins pants]

[they sniff]

[in German]

[they pant]

Pfft! Are you OK?

- [groans] Yeah.

- Come on.

l think you're gonna have

to ease up on the coffee, Arthur.

l promise next time it'll be rum.

Next time you can smell my piss!

You're going to have

to do this part yourself, Rich.

l'm right behind you, sir.

Lose the webbing.

Here. Take this.

[grunts]

Come on.

[grunts]

[grunts]

[German voices in the distance]

They're advancing.

- [shouts] Sir!

- What is it, soldier?

Sir, the Fritz are out there.

They're sweeping the field!

[Jennings grunts]

Be quiet.

All right.

You're OK. Move. Go.

Go, go, go, go, go! That's it.

- We have to get out of here.

- All right, all right.

That's it. Go. Come on.

That's it. Come on.

[Jennings grunts]

Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

Excuse me, sir.

Sir, the Fritz are on the field, sir.

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