Kings Go Forth Page #2

You'll touch off some more mines!

Stay right where you are!

Oh, God, Mama!

Get the P and A men here quick.

Tell 'em to bring their detectors.

Oh, God, Mama!

You, stop! Hold it there!

Don't move, you'll touch off more mines!

They're all in here in close order.

Tell the medics to take

a bearing on my clothes.

One was dead, two had lost legs,

five were hospital cases.

You're quite a guy, Corporal.

Yes, sir, a real live hero.

You want me to pin the medal on you now

or wait for the General to do it?

I figured speed was essential, sir.

You ever hear of a mine detector?

- Answer me.

- Yes, sir.

Didn't you hear me holler for you to stop?

- No, sir.

- That's too bad.

- You got a razor blade in your gear?

- Yes, sir.

Then use it to cut off your stripes,

Private Harris.

- 'Morning, sir.

- 'Morning, Sam.

Find yourself a place to sit.

I'm not going to try to persuade you

not to yank this man's stripes...

...but I thought maybe you'd fill me in on

just what happened.

Nothing much happened.

I hollered at him to stop

and he didn't obey orders. That's all.

I can recall a couple times

when you didn't hear an order.

- I wouldn't have gone in there. Would you?

- You kiddin'? We've got too much sense.

Yeah.

I can't quite figure this kid.

Maybe you don't have to. No, thanks.

Sam, don't ride the man so hard.

He can't help that he went to college.

I was going to put him up for a citation.

Don't worry. You'll get plenty of chances

to give this guy a medal.

How many days have you

and your men been under fire?

- Altogether?

- Yeah, altogether.

A hundred and eighty-eight, eighty-nine.

You familiar with the French Riviera?

Only what I've read

in the National Geographic.

I'm told big hotels are fixed

so that you turn on a water faucet...

...and you get either cognac or champagne.

That probably isn't true,

but suppose you and your men go there...

...and make a 24-hour investigation.

Yes, sir.

An hour later we were halfway to Nice.

That's the kind of a war it was.

Some people call it

the Champagne Campaign.

Nobody who was there will ever forget

the way the Riviera was that season.

The Army had made it a rest area.

There'd never been one like it before

and never would be again.

They shipped in oranges from North Africa,

eggs from Sweden, steaks from Argentina.

The champagne and cognac

were already there.

So were some of the girls.

But others came by bus, by foot

and by plane.

There were all kinds of girls.

The hotels were luxurious, all right,

but it wasn't quite like the Colonel said.

You had to go all the way to the terrace

to get the cognac and the champagne.

You can forget how beautiful

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