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go off by himself.

And please, put that rifle

in somebody else's hands.

Yeah.

47, 48, 49, 50, 51...

C'mon. Damn.

What is that?

Some kind of code?

No, it's the way I write.

I hope somebody

can translate that.

Of course. I can.

Are you trying to tell me

you're the only person

that knows what that says?

That more or less sums it up.

So us not letting you die

would be pretty important?

Yes.

Great.

Kendrick.

You got watch.

Gonna give you a gun.

I'm gonna scout a bit.

I'll be right back.

That is sick.

Yes, I'm sure you prefer

to use your fingers.

That's much better, Hickey.

Very distinguished.

That's better

than carrying it around

in your pocket all day.

That good reading?

Do you believe in a life

after this one?

Not a chance in hell.

When we first got there,

I was working on this kid.

He was shot up pretty bad.

He kept saying, "Please, God."

"Please, God," over and over...

like it meant something.

He was so sincere about it,

I thought it might work.

Then two minutes later

he was dead.

There wasn't a thing

I could do about it.

When I looked into his eyes...

there wasn't nothing there.

Nothing.

That's when I realized that...

this is it.

It's funny.

What can possibly be funny

about that?

No, I don't mean funny funny.

It's just that, uh...

We were just outside

Sainte-Mere-Englise.

We were getting pounded

pretty hard.

And I was holding this--

this kid on my lap, and...

he was shot up pretty good.

And I remember him praying.

And I was praying too.

Then all of a sudden, he--

he was gone.

And that was--

that was it, really.

That was the first time that I--

that I really watched somebody die.

But right then,

I knew that he was--

he was in a better place than that.

How convenient for you.

Convenient?

Yeah, that's

what I was just thinking

about what you said.

Funny, huh?

Where you from?

Arizona.

I know, Arizona.

Where in Arizona?

Snowflake.

Snowflake--

I never heard of it.

What do you do

in Snowflake for fun?

Hunting.

What do you hunt?

Whatever's in season.

So you like to shoot things?

Forget I asked.

So why do you like

the Krauts so much?

'Cause I know 'em.

I know that most of 'em

are just like you and me.

They just wear

a different uniform.

So Adolf Hitler is

a pretty nice fella?

Once you get to know him--

it's just a different uniform?

That's not what I said.

And those guys at

Malmedy--they're just like us,

except they got

different helmets on?

If it makes it easier

for you to hate 'em,

then go right ahead.

You know what,

if it weren't for them,

I'd be finishing up med school

and putting a cast

on Billy's leg 'cause he broke

it on his bicycle.

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