The Desert Rats Page #4

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- Haven't fired a shot yet, sir.

There's two machine guns that

we can see, sir. But there must be more.

Tanks passing C Battery, sir.

Within range of the ltalian guns.

Hold your fire.

Hold your fire.

Range 500 yards and closing.

Yes, sir. Hold fire!

Range 450 and closing.

Hold fire.

On target! On target!

- What are we waitin' for?

- Orders.

Yes, l know.

They're still coming in, sir.

Almost on top of the ltalian guns now.

- Release them to fire.

- Yes, sir. Open fire.

- Fire!

- Fire!

- Tell headquarters to send an antitank gun.

- Yes, sir.

- Get your reserves out and ready to move up.

- Right.

Harry, look!

There's somebody out there.

lt's Captain Currie. He's alive.

The dirty...

- They're going after him.

- l need three men.

Cover us.

Look at that, sir.

- Why is he leaving that position?

- He's going after the captain.

That idiot. That fantastic idiot!

He's left that position wide open.

- Take enough reserves to hold it.

- Yes, sir.

You heard him. Let's go.

What about that antitank gun?

- When they can pull one out of the line.

- Too late.

What was that New Zealander's name?

That major.

- Fitz...

- Fitzgibbon. Fitzhugh.

- Fitzhugh.

- Find him.

Tell him we need that gun.

l'll try to get up to the perimeter.

l'm with you, skipper.

(groaning) You shouldn't have

left your position. Get...

- Skipper?

- Harry, look!

- Of all the flamin'...

- What is it?

The machine gunner must have copped it.

- We must get to that position before they do.

- Let's go.

- How many men have we got?

- There should be two more over there.

Hey, Ginger! Bill!

- Right here, Blue!

- When we go, you go!

Right-o.

When you're ready, Captain.

Oh, you little beauty!

Oh, bless you, Fitzgibbons or Fitzhugh

or whatever your name is.

There's Carstairs, sir.

l reckon the old man must have bought one.

- Get up to the position.

- Right. Let's go!

Come on!

(gunshot)

(bullet ricochets)

- Gotta be the first one, Captain.

- Yes.

Traverse left. Traverse left.

Traverse left.

Up a bit.

On target.

Agh!

We'll take care of him, sir.

What about your hand?

Position secured. Our tanks and carriers

have chased them into the desert.

- A beaut shot on the tank.

- Thanks.

- You got ammunition going up?

- Yes.

l've asked headquarters

for replacements on our casualties.

- l want him put in for a decoration.

- Yes, sir!

l want court-martial charges

prepared on Lieutenant Carstairs:

leaving his position

against orders and under fire.

Yes, sir.

- He got the old man killed, didn't he?

- The captain got himself killed.

He was there. Why didn't he go?

lt was the company commander's job.

He's not the company commander.

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