The Steel Helmet Page #4

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-I better check.

He said his head was gone.

Save your strength.

-Did you examine him?

-No, sir.

-Smart.

-Did you get his dog tags?

-Dog tags? Are you kiddin'?

-But we ought to find out who he is.

Look, Lieutenant.

Don't let your emotions get the best of you.

Dead man's nothin' but a corpse.

Nobody cares who he is now.

Get his dog tags.

Yes, sir.

Ever hear of a body bein' booby-trapped?

"Get his dog tags"!

Big deal.

Hey, uh -

Did he, uh, have his pack on him?

He took it off for the break.

-Where is it?

-There.

Here. Give those to Short Round.

And take care of'em.

Don't break 'em.

Chang-An-Saw.

-You sure?

-Sure.

Look. When I wave you on, don't stall.

Buddha-head.

-Yeah?

-Let's go.

Okay.

See anything, Lieutenant?

Nah.

Let's go.

Put the animals on the porch.

Now listen.

I don't want any of you

to disfigure these walls...

touch the gods or break anything.

I want you to leave this temple

exactly as you found it.

All right, you guys.

Come on, come on. On your feet.

-Come on. Get up.

-Oh, for Pete's sake.

Outside and jackass the rest

of that equipment in.

Come on! Unpack those mules.

Let's go.

Hey. Short Round.

Hmm?

What are you doin'?

I was turning the prayer wheel

for good luck.

For, uh - uh...

obser-

obs-s -

serva -vation post.

Oh, yeah?

Well, um, get your helmet off the porch.

And, uh...

get your shoes too.

And better get them - them Red rifles.

You know.

-Don't want anything left out on the porch.

-Okay, Sergeant.

Give me Dagwood 2. Over.

-This is Dagwood 2.

-It's okay, sir.

This is Dagwood Baker

on Stephen Foster, 395-345.

Can you see the Swanee?

Yes, I can see the Swanee.

This is a must.

We need a prisoner for interrogation.

Yes, sir.

-They want a P.W.

-They kiddin'?

-Who's on the guns downstairs?

-That Joe who never talks.

Joe?

Hey, Joe.

Hey, Joe.

Oh, come on.

Hey, Joe?

Hey, you.

Didn't you hear me calling you?

Yeah? Well, jackass yourself inside

and stay there.

I don't want any movement

on this porch.

Did you hear that?

You know, we had a guy like you

in my outfit in Africa once.

Never said anything to anybody.

You know what?

Just like that.

Kasserine Pass.

Nobody ever knew

what he was thinking about.

Don't that bother you?

Ohh.

One guy don't talk, one guy's a conchie,

one guy's a chicken-fed lieutenant.

What a fouled-up outfit

I got myself into.

Sergeant, you got dog tags for me?

No.

I wonder what this is for.

I found it in one of the back rooms.

-It's a pillow.

-Probably belonged to one of the priests.

You don't have to be touchy with us, Baldy.

Take your steel pot off.

Go on, Baldy.

Take it off!

-Sure! Come on. Take it off.

-Go ahead.

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