Saints and Soldiers Page #3

Your German--

where'd you pick it up?

Oh, in Berlin.

What were you doing there?

Going to school or something?

No, I was a missionary.

That must have been neat.

Hanging out with a bunch

of Krauts talking about God.

How is Adolf?

I loved it.

It was the best time of my life.

Hey, Deac.

Deac!

You wanna see

a good magic trick?

I need a smoke.

Hi.

So, Winley...

where'd you say

you were from, exactly?

What is it, Kendrick?

You want one of my fags,

is that what it is?

Well, uh...

That's...

Hmm.

Forget I asked.

No problem.

How long has it been

since you and Deacon have slept?

Me--two days.

Him--three or four.

The longer he goes

without sleep...

the more he's gonna lose it.

Thank you.

What is he doing?

He's making sure

all's clear.

Okay, let's go.

Move it.

All right, look,

we've gone about 12 miles.

We've gotta stop.

We gotta get some shut-eye.

All right?

We're gonna get moving

in a hour.

I'm gonna take first watch.

No, I got it, Sarge.

No, you don't.

You gotta get down there

and get some sleep.

All right?

Go. Move it.

Careful.

Hey, Kendrick,

that was, uh,

nice work really.

Thanks, Sarge.

Yes, thank you for protecting us

from the birdies.

Very decent of you.

"Very decent of you."

I fell asleep.

Well, you're not the only one.

What about you?

No.

You sure you don't want

some coffee?

You sure you don't want

some hot lemonade?

What the hell are we

doing here, Deac?

This is crazy.

Yeah, you got that right.

I should be home right now.

Should be home playing

with my nephews,

flirting with the girl

at my dad's store...

What's her name?

I forgot her name.

And you--

you should be doing...

whatever you do.

I should be helping my wife

get ready for the baby.

You didn't tell me

you were having a baby.

I got the letter on Thursday.

She says she knows

it's gonna be a girl.

Huh.

She must be due

pretty soon then, huh?

Yeah, January 18th.

That's my birthday.

I know.

Huh.

Hmm.

Thursday--that was

the day we hit Essendor.

You'll be all right, Deac.

We just gotta get

Winley to Manhay...

win the war, and go home.

Hey, Deac.

I got some

lemonade packets.

I'll trade you

for a couple of butts.

Kendrick, give it a rest.

Nobody has any smokes,

especially not him.

I just need a smoke.

I gotta figure out

where the hell we are.

So, Gould...

what's your secret?

My what?

You know, your big secret

you don't tell the other chaps

around the campfire.

I mean, we've all got them.

I'm sure Kendrick here

has 10 or 20.

Yeah, I don't have one of those.

Rubbish.

Look, even if I did...

why would I tell you?

You don't have to tell me,

of course.

It's-- It's just that

we're on this perilous

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