Passchendaele Page #4

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that proves it.

Haven't you ever

heard of patriotism?

Do you have a relative who's a nurse?

A sister or something?

And you live out

on Stewart Avenue?

Maybe.

Okay, as long

as I'm sitting at this desk,

...you will not be going to this war.

Next.

Name.

How's that feel, war hero?

You only got one arm.

Sad, ain't it?

How 'bout we get drunk?

Mikey, Mikey, Mikey!

Forget about the nurse!

There's a gaggle of women,

all free and clear,

...ready to hike up their skirts.

You want to know why?

- 'Cause you give them money.

- No, because I let them know...

...they are in the presence

of a real-life war hero.

- When did you become a hero?

- When I lost my arm.

You lost your arm

in a lumber mill.

The ladies don't know,

which is what I love about this war.

Joe. Got a postcard from Highway.

Seems like the Redskin's

back on his feet,

...and by the sounds of it, he's cutting

a swath right through London.

- That's what I hear.

- Hey, John.

Michael Dunne.

Lord God, it's good to see you

in one piece.

- Oh, more or less.

- On the house, my friend. Your call.

I'll have whatever you got

underneath the counter.

I'll be back in a second.

- Hey, Royster.

- To Dunne.

Well, well, well...

You two are so...

...jesusly rhetorical.

This man who just left,

...this man would not allow

me to serve - and why?

He's been over there. He's run Fritz

through with a bayonet.

Johnny, what's this kid

doing in here?

- Time to go, son.

- Do I smell Kraut?

- You calling me a Kraut, boy?

- You calling me a boy, Kraut?

I'm just a one-armed man.

What are you trying

to do here, kid?

Mister,

I'm just trying

to save my soul...

Hey, leave the boy alone!

Let it go, Roy.

What, are you nuts?

He would have killed you.

You know that?

You come with me.

- Thank you for bringing him home.

- You don't have to thank me.

It's, uh, a good excuse

to see you again.

- Well, thank you anyway.

- Okay.

Hey...

Do you think maybe I could

accompany you to a dance or...?

- I don't dance with soldiers.

- I could lose the uniform.

I don't dance

with naked soldiers.

I'm trying to flirt.

- And I'm not making it easy, am I?

- No.

What if I asked

your father for permission?

That would be difficult.

He doesn't like suitors?

No. My father's dead, Sergeant.

He was killed on Vimy Ridge.

Ah, Jesus.

I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry.

Good night.

Good night...

Ah Christ, that's harsh.

Lot of rum over there, I guess.

Yeah, but they water it down.

Plentiful though, no?

If there's a show on.

- Battle, you mean?

- Mm-hm.

Christ, that word's got a ring.

It's like...

It must be like top of the world.

And all the sh*t

these Krauts get up to!

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