The Steel Helmet

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South Korean.

-Where'd you get that rifle?

-Find M1.

How do you know it's an M1?

G.I.s here. Four years.

-Tech sarge. You good dog robber.

-Oh, yeah?

You talk more like a dogface

than a gook.

I am no gook.

I am Korean.

All right, all right, all right.

So you're not a gook.

Can say that again.

-Bullet in head, yes?

-Bullet in head, no.

Hardhead.

The bullet went in the front,

spun around inside and came out here.

-See if there's any ammo on those guys.

-I know. Thirty-caliber.

Where's your people?

-With Buddha.

-Huh?

-Dead?

-By Red artillery.

-Big stuff.

-Yeah?

No bullets. All swipe-o by enemy.

Well...

I ain't got no chocolate, Short Round.

Divvy a cigar?

All right. Well...

shove off.

Don't take any wooden yen.

Quit following me.

Kachi Kop See Da.

That means we must travel together.

Yeah, well, you go

Kachi "Koppy" by yourself.

But your heart is in my hands.

My what is where?

Buddha say when you save a friend,

his heart is in your hands.

Look, you've done your good deed

for today. Now blow.

-I don't like kids around me.

-But I good scout.

-Don't need one.

-I know where river is.

-So do I.

-But you sick, bad wound.

Beat it!

Ah, come here.

Come on.

-You can tag along.

-Oh, we thank you. We thank you.

-We thank you.

-But you're on your own. Get it?

Grab yourself a steel pot.

You might need one.

Get yourself a pair of clodhoppers!

Shoes!

No, no. No. Over there.

Take Peewee Johnson's.

That's it.

Come here.

What's that paper on your back for?

Prayer to Buddha,

asking him to heal me if I am wounded.

Oh, yeah? Thought you

forgot to take off the price tag.

There.

-Let's go, Short Round.

-What is short round?

It's a bullet that don't go all the way. And that's

you, bud. You're not goin' all the way with me.

Just till we meet some gook-

some South Koreans who'll take you off my neck.

-They pray for Korean heroes.

-Yeah?

Well, if anything happens, hit the dirt.

Eat rice.

Bad wound. She wants your help.

Oh, yeah?

Lots of these Red guerrillas dress

like women, huh?

-You can say that again.

-Yeah.

Get their weapons and ammo.

Let's go.

You know where river is, yes?

I know where river is, no.

This -This fog has got me all fouled up.

-Buddha help us find river.

-Yeah?

You better ask Buddha which way.

Might be another Red.

Eat rice.

Relax, buster.

Take it easy.

Got any chocolate?

-See anything?

-Can you?

Nah.

-Can you feel it?

-Can you?

Yeah.

I feel it.

So you were a prisoner

for six hours, huh?

Yeah. They cut up my platoon

when we pulled back across the river.

How come they didn't murder

all you guys too?

They did.

Kept me alive

to patch up their casualties.

Guess you had plenty of chances

to find out how those Reds treat you guys.

-They hate our guts.

-That's not what Joe Stalin says.

There are 15 men out there to prove it.

-Sure your head's all right?

-Sure.

I knew a P.F.C. in Germany...

had a bullet rip right through his belt,

didn't even graze the skin.

-So you were in the last one too, huh?

-From Africa to Czechoslovakia.

-Red Ball Express?

-Yeah.

Till they asked for volunteers

for a rifle outfit.

Sixteenth Infantry, First Division.

Yeah, that was to prove you guys

could shoot besides drive trucks. I remember.

-You another retread?

-I was with the 16th.

Must have looted all of Korea.

Yeah, I got away with beaucoup chow

before I took off.

Too bad they can't make

a bulletproof helmet.

Yeah. Did you stay in

after the last one?

No. Went back to school. G.I. Bill.

Oh, yeah?

Go to Paris?

Paint any of them pictures?

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