Merrill's Marauders Page #3

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- Left guard, sir.

- All set?

Getting my heavy stuff

into position, sir.

What's holding you up?

We don't kick this off in time,

we've lost the element of surprise.

Okay.

Here, use mine.

Stock's blown the ammo dump.

Okay, you're on your own.

- We're moving in, Frank.

- All right. Now hit them hard.

Put your weapon away, you won't

find any Japanese around here.

We've licked them, sir.

Are you sure?

Well, you better get out of here, sir.

- Nervous, Stock?

- Me?

Hell, no. Let's go.

You know...

...I like that boy.

He's relaxing.

- Hey, what's the matter with you?

- You stay away from my girl.

I recommend this guy for a Section 8.

Kolowicz.

When are we going home?

I don't know,

the general ain't checked yet.

- Level with us. When are we going?

- When we get replaced by the British.

- What's holding them up?

- The enemy, you meathead.

- Hey, Kolowicz.

- Yeah.

- When are we going home?

- Is that all you guys ever think about?

I've been thinking about it

ever since Guadalcanal.

Sarge, will you make him stop eating

that slop? Turning my stomach.

A little rice with some chocolate bars

chopped in. What's wrong with that?

Ugh.

Hey, Eleanor, want some chow?

- Taggy.

- Hmm?

How many times do I have to tell you?

Tuck in the shirt.

Why does my shirt

always bother you, sarge?

You look sloppy.

- Nobody said I was sloppy in Bataan.

- You ain't on Bataan.

Nobody said I was sloppy

when I escaped from the Philippines.

You ain't in the Philippines.

Nobody said I was sloppy

in that open boat to Australia.

You ain't in an open boat either.

Nobody minded how sloppy I looked

when I enlisted in the Army to fight.

- I'm a Filipino!

- Yeah, just tuck it.

And I will wear my shirt out

until all tyrants are dead.

- Death to the tyrant!

- All right.

- You got O'Brien's?

- Yeah.

- Addresses?

- Right here.

This letter's to his father.

I was with him once on furlough.

They were pretty close.

I can't write letters.

This one took me two hours.

The general, he's a great letter writer.

Wrote one for me once,

that time I was wounded.

He didn't have a home address for me

so he asked me for it.

I didn't have one, so I wasn't about

to tell him that. So I made up one.

He gave me the letter to read.

It was all about me and stuff like that.

I couldn't let a letter like that just go

any place, so I told him the truth.

I told him I didn't have anybody

for him to write to.

You can't guess what he did, Kolly.

He mailed that letter home to his wife

along with a picture of me.

You know what he said?

He said, "Sergeant...

...any time anybody wants to write home

about you, you give them my address. "

How can I write these letters?

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