Hart's War Page #4

You're in 27.

Figure you can keep

an eye on them for me.

Sir, I'm still new

to that barracks.

Don't carry a lot of weight

with the men yet.

You've got bars

on your shoulder, Lieutenant.

That ought to be weight enough.

Be done. Come on.

Tastes like chicken, right?

No, you've got maggots.

It's protein. Eat.

-You called?

-Yeah.

What do you got?

Going to have to make

some room in here, fellas.

Come on in, men.

We got 2 more guests.

Second Lieutenants

Lamar Archer and Lincoln Scott.

You've got to be kidding, sir.

They're gonna live here?

Two officers just

entered the barracks.

Where's your salute?

What's the big idea, sir?

I mean, we're all

full up in here.

Not anymore.

-Croutch, Krasner.

-Yes, sir.

You've been reassigned.

Barracks 28.

The Colonel wants you

situated before lockdown.

What were you flying?

P-51 bomber escorts.

Must be a shitload

of dead bomber crews...

scattered across Europe.

You see these bars,

Sergeant?

A pair of bars

don't make you fit to share...

the same roof

with white folks, boy.

Bedford!

That's Lieutenant, boy.

You got that?

Call yourself

whatever you want.

You're still just

a n*gger to me.

I didn't quite catch that,

Sergeant.

-What was that?

-All right!

-That's enough!

-Just let it go.

Set, go!

Over--Over here!

Nice. Very nice!

Uh-oh! Deadline.

Lieutenant!

Mind grabbing that, boy?

What are you doing?

Nice one, sir!

Cookie, hey!

More bread.

More bread.

Das ist verboten!

Das ist verboten, Bedford!

Bon appetit!

Sh*t!

Nobody moves!

How bad, Sergeant?

Yeah, it's just a nick.

I'll be fine.

-You all right?

-Yeah.

F*** them !

-Go get that hand looked at.

-Yes, sir.

Hey, Bed.

Cigarettes?

You're a regular bank, Vic.

How's the hand?

Is that really what you

came over here to ask me?

No. Major Clary told me

that you went to see him...

to lodge a complaint about

Lieutenants Archer and Scott.

I'm sure he'll take it up with

Eisenhower first chance he gets.

They don't belong here.

Nobody belongs here.

But this is where

the colonel put them.

Yeah. I bet you wish the colonel

would have given you...

that open bunk

in the officers' barracks...

right about now, Lieutenant.

I mean, this is hardly

the Waldorf.

Ain't that right?

We're not going

to have a problem...

about this, Sergeant,

understood?

What did you do before the war

for a living?

I was in law school.

Second year.

Harvard?

Yale.

-Meet many coloreds up there?

-A few.

Yeah, well,

I dealt with their kind.

Two years I was

on the police force...

in East St. Louis,

and I know what they are.

So let's not pretend like

we're f***ing neighbors.

You finished, Sergeant?

No, I'm not finished.

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