March or Die Page #3

For good luck.

Foster!

Foster!

Foster!

Foster!

Foster!

I did not think to see

you in the desert again.

Soldier must go where's he sent.

I'm surprised you're not wearing

the medal for your great triumph at Erfoud.

That was not much even a battle.

Hardly worth with your time.

Get to seems to have much

time than I anticipated.

You said to me once: "Foster,

my mission in life is to unite

all the tribes of Morocco."

Let you have time to come and greet me.

How could I ignore

the arrival of an old friend?

Now I have gift for the Premier of France.

Your archaeologists from Erfoud.

It's Marchant! Delacorte!

They blinded and cut off their tongues.

I see you've learned to...

enjoy watching men suffer.

My God!

I've orders to continue

the excavations at Erfoud.

And I have orders from higher

authority to stop you.

From Allah!

I marvel at the audacity of the French.

They think they have the right

to divide up other lands, peoples.

You can bring 10,000 trains of legionaries.

You still will not to take

anything from our homeland.

The desert welcomes you, Foster.

Why he bring so few?

He bring more men kill us all here now.

Major Foster, I think you should know...

that one of the men you just killed,

was Madame Picard's father.

- Your name?

- Hastings, Frederick.

- Your occupation?

- Ex-student.

Your number is 26891. Never forget it.

- You call this clean?

- No, sir.

Don't move!

- Name?

- Franois Gilbert.

Give me that.

Where do you think you are?

Are you crazy?

- Occupation?

- Musician.

Your number is 26892.

Never forget it.

- Name?

- Marco Segrain.

Occupation?

Premier of France.

Your number is 26893.

Never forget it.

Yes, sir.

Now that you got your uniforms,

you think you're legionaries.

You're not.

You're nothing.

Fall out!

Madame Picard!

Madame Picard!

- Just on my way over to see you.

- Oh, what is it, Major?

I won't take long, I...

You've come to apologize,

you're wasting your time.

No, I don't apologize.

I don't care.

My father was an art history land.

He looked at the beauty with his eyes

and explained it with his tongue.

When you shot him, he had neither.

I don't think he would be wanted to live.

Madame,

I made arrangements for

you to go back to Paris.

There's nothing for me in Paris.

Would sure nothing for you here.

It doesn't matter.

Good afternoon, Major Foster.

Load!

Aim!

Fire!

I'm afraid I can't even hit the target.

If they saw me used it, they make me a cook,

cook give me some other of awful job.

Load!

Aim!

Fire!

I got it, bulls eye! I can't believe it!

Looks I missed it this time.

Keep moving.

Come on, keep moving.

Keep moving, come on.

Keep going.

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