The Roaring Twenties

Today, while the earth shakes

beneath the heels of marching troops...

...while a great portion

of the world trembles...

...before the threats

of acquisitive, power-mad men...

...we of America have little time

to remember...

...an astounding era in our own

recent history...

...an era which will grow more and more

incredible with each passing generation...

...until someday people will say

it never could've happened at all.

April, 1918.

Almost a million American young men

are engaged in a struggle...

...which they have been told

will make the world safe for democracy.

- You always come into a rathole like that?

- What do you want me to do, knock?

Cost me the last cigarette I had.

Well, can I offer you a nice Turkish

prettiest? Number-nine cork tip.

Yeah.

Hey. Hey, where'd you get those?

A friend of mine in Mineola

sends me a fresh batch every week.

Look at that.

Them cooties is getting desperate.

They're feeding off tobacco.

How much can a cootie smoke?

Got a light?

There's 10,000 shell holes around here, and

everybody's gotta come diving into this one.

No privacy in this war anymore.

Sorry. I didn't know anyone was in here.

Ought to put up a sign:

"No hunting, shooting or trespassing."

There goes me prettiest number-nine

cork tips. Where are they?

- What's the matter, kid?

- Nothing.

You scared?

Yes, I am.

- No heart, huh?

- I'm beginning to think so.

At least I haven't any heart for this.

I hoped this business would be

over with before I got here.

- What are you, a college kid?

- I just finished law school.

A lawyer, huh? Can you think of anything

that can get us out of this hole?

He wouldn't if he could.

He's the type that cheers back home.

When they get here...

...and things get tough, they fold.

- Shut up.

- I'm talking to him.

- And I'm talking to you.

I don't like heroes or bigmouths.

We're all scared.

And why shouldn't we be?

What do you think we use

in war, water pistols?

You're all right, kid.

I like guys who are honest

with themselves. Stay that way.

Come on. Looks like it's quieted down.

Mailman, boys! Come and get it!

Goodies from home!

- Rothmore.

- Here, right here.

- Fletcher.

- Here I am.

- Tilton.

- Here.

- Aloysius Toohey.

- Here.

Bartlett.

Right, buddy.

Here's mine. Here you are, big and

good-looking. Try your luck on those.

- Thanks.

- That's for you.

Yeah, that's all I've been getting.

Anything good, I'll split it with you.

Oh, now, look at that.

Thousands of dames writing us letters

that are supposed to pep us up.

Get a load of that kisser.

Hey, somebody must've sent him

some dough.

Hey, now, that's more like it.

- Very pretty.

- Yeah.

A million guys in the Army, a babe

like her has gotta pick out a mug like him.

- Who she ain't met.

- When you write, ask if she has a friend.

Put in, "Having a wonderful time.

Wish we was in Mineola."

What do you mean, "we"?

Bugle too vulgar for you guys?

Maybe you need a harp to call you out.

Come on! Move out!

What's the matter? You hard of hearing?

I'm coming, I'm coming.

Keep your shirt on.

When you get an order in the Army,

buddy, you jump.

Like you did when you worked for my dad,

and he caught you stealing nickels?

I ain't working for him.

I ain't working for you.

Yeah, well, you might be.

I'm gonna give you a break.

I'll let you stand behind the bar

with your medals on...

...and tell the drunks how

you won the war.

Fall in!

- I said, fall in!

- Where's the sergeant?

Come on. Shake it up! Shake it up!

Someday I'll catch that ape without

those stripes on and kick his teeth out.

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