Red Ball Express Page #5

One for the fraulein

One for the boys

All right, fellas.

Sorry to break it up,

but gather round, huh?

Come on.

Let's go, everybody.

Here we go.

Now listen carefully.

Finally got the scoop.

Here's the water.

Here's Cherbourg, where we are.

Saint-Lo, Paris,

the Seine River.

Now Cherbourg's gonna be

our main supply dump.

Pick up the supplies here

and move 'em to a forward supply dump...

that'll be designated

by the Red Ball every day.

What's our first objective?

A dump north of Paris, somewhere along the Seine River.

We'll get specific instructions

at a forward control point.

Paris is 270 miles

from here.

The way those roads are,

it'll take us ten days to get there.

We'll make it in a day

and a half, driving a maximum speed of 35 miles an hour.

I've seen those roads.

You can't shoot a bullet 35 miles an hour down 'em.

The roads'll be cleared for us.

Incidentally, Sergeant, speakin' of bullets,

see that every man's been issued

a belt full of ammunition anda rifle.

We gonna shoot rabbits

or somethin'?

Could be. We better keep

our engines hot in case we have to cook 'em.

In addition to rations,

we're gonna be carryin' ammunition and gasoline,

so I don't have to

warn you to be careful.

You have any questions?

Okay, everybody,

in the trucks.

All except you,

Sergeant.

Quit buckin' me,

will you, Red? I wanna make an outfit out of these men.

With these goldbricks,

troublemakers and misfits?

Guys other outfits

wanted to get rid of?

We're gonna make a good outfit

out of 'em. The large part of it's gonna be your job.

Don't worry. When

the goin' gets rough,

you won't see me

jumpin' out of a truck and runnin'.

You better get

in your vehicle.

Oh, that Partridge.

If his truck lasts long enough, he may learn how to drive.

Get that vehicle off the road.

I'll check the damage.

All right, you deadheads, move

this hunk of junk off the road before it starts growin' roots.

Aw, go oil your shoes.

They squeak.

It's dolls.

Real American dolls!

- How can you tell

in these outfits? - I can tell all right.

- I guess I'm just lucky.

- Well, wonderful. Now that you've established our gender,

I don't suppose

you'd mind giving us a hand.

Take two. I wish

I was an octopus.

I'll bet he is

in the back seat of a car.

What's this

Red Cross business?

Don't tell me there's

a disaster up here.

We're Red Cross workers,

Sergeant. This is our clubmobile.

We're supposed to ride this

road, serve coffee and doughnuts to the Red Ball Express drivers.

- We haven't seen any yet.

- Well, ya have now, sweetheart.

I'm one of these heroes

you've been waitin' for. Break out the grub.

Okay. Comin' up.

Hey, you guys!

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