Overlord Page #2

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Well, you go on.

I'm stopping for a smoke.

- I hate this war.

- You'll get through.

No, it's not that.

It's me girl.

We was engaged, see, and...

and then when orders come along,

well...

her old man

wouldn't let me marry her.

Sod him.

Said we could wait

till after we won the war.

Bastard.

He'd let the Jerries poke his wife

if they as much as knocked on the door.

I wanted to fly.

Failed the medical.

Didn't know that.

- Who you got waiting for you, Tommy?

- Who have I got?

Well, there's Mum and Dad, I suppose.

And Tina.

Good for you, mate.

Let me guess.

She got brown hair, brown eyes...

pale skin, nice tits, right?

Tina is a cocker spaniel.

- She's a lovely dog.

- A b*tch?

Yeah. A b*tch.

What are you gonna do

when all this is over?

Oh, I don't know.

I've got me plans.

Garage, mate.

I'm gonna buy a garage somewhere round here

and set up a scrap metal business on the side.

- How 'bout coming in with me, Tom?

- Hey. We ought to go.

Coming with me and the lads tomorrow?

We're celebrating... end of training.

Pub crawl in the afternoon,

fleapit in the evening.

Yeah. Yeah, okay.

What's the film?

Forget the picture, mate.

It's the women.

You get next to a nice piece in the back stalls,

you'll be away before the titles come up.

Oh, for Christ's sake.

- They got at least 10 minutes on us.

- You think so?

No bleeding NAAFI for us tonight.

- I'm going down.

- What, down there?

Yeah.

Hey! Don't do it.

You'll kill yourself.

- Has he seen the M.O.?

- M.O. said he didn't need treatment, sir.

Prisoner and escort...

about... turn!

Prisoner and escort, quick march!

Left, right! Left, right!

Prisoner and escort, halt!

Private Beddows, fall in!

At 0900 hours,

you will parade at the main gate...

where you'll get the transport

to take you to your units.

You'll be back here by 2100 hours...

or your mother won't recognize you

by the time I'm finished with you.

Forget what I've told you,

and you won't be around...

- Comfy, was it?

- ...to write me a thank-you letter

after the war's over.

Making a signal, Beddows?

Only for "victory," Corporal.

This is Movietone.

Get down there! Get down!

- Hello, Jack.

- All by ourselves, are we?

You're a solitary sort

of geezer, aren't you?

I felt like reading.

Christ, I wish

this f***ing war was over.

You spill your blood and guts

to help the Belgians...

and then four years later, you get ready to

spill 'em again to help the f***ing French.

And in between,

you go paddling down on the south coast

learning how to keep your bloody rifle dry.

It's a f***ing mix-up, if you ask me.

I've been in His Majesty's bleeding forces

four and a half years...

seen active service, and now they want to

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