The Steel Helmet Page #5

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Sure. Relax.

Ah. Chafed, huh?

-Yeah.

-How does it feel?

-It's raw.

-You oughta use pads on it.

You're lucky you got him along.

What's the matter?

The grenade in my belt.

The pin fell on the floor.

The lever's pushed against my stomach.

Buddha-head! Got a live one

against his belly. The pin.

Ah.

Don't move, Lieutenant.

Don't talk. Don't breathe.

Don't move a muscle.

Not an eyelash. Now hold your breath.

Come on, Baldy.

I'll start that stuff sprouting.

Hey, Conchie, you play "Auld Lang Syne"

on that music box?

Let's not get maudlin, Sergeant.

-I ask you, can you play it?

-Yeah.

-Play it.

-Don't feel like it.

You're lugging that organ around

to play music on, aren't ya?

What are you lugging it around for?

'Cause Father Paul

gave it to me before he died.

Now, don't give me a bad time.

Play it.

Okay, Sergeant.

## ["Auld Lang Syne"]

Where'd you learn how to sing

"Auld Lang Syne"?

-Old who?

-What was that you sang?

You pulling my leg.

You play it. You know it good.

What did you sing?

The Korean national anthem.

You play it good.

Very good.

## [Organ:
"Auld Lang Syne"]

You no like my song, Sergeant?

-What are you doing out here?

-I bring prayer for Baldy to make his hair grow.

Let's have it, Short Round.

Can't do any harm.

Every little bit helps.

What are you rubbing on my head?

Like I said...

earth.

I don't know.

You ain't helping the skull nerves much

by worrying.

Yeah, but -

Relax.

But are you sure?

Just leave it to me.

You want to grow hair,

don't you?

Well, yeah!

Of course.

But are you sure that this -

Listen, if it's good enough

for my mother...

it's good enough for you!

Oh, no.

Oh, no!

Please.

Oh, no.

-Big stuff.

-Yeah.

Sounds like incoming mail.

Hey! What'd you do that for?

What'd you do that for, huh?

-What'd you do that for?

-You were whistling in your sleep.

-You sounded like a shell.

-It ain't my fault I breathe like that.

-What do you want me to do, stop breathin'?

-Ah, blow your nose.

-What's goin'on here?

-Are you all right, Sgt. Zack?

-Why don't you guys shut up!

-Knock it off! Knock it off.

Go on upstairs and relieve that Joe

on the O.P. - What's the matter?

-Something's wrong with my neck.

-Here.

Ow!

Now get your tail up there.

Hey! Are you nuts?

Aw, shut up!

Joe?

Hey, Joe!

Hey, Joe!

Hey, fellas! Lieutenant!

Fellas, hey!

That's the way.

Now you can go in.

Go on.

You're getting paid for it.

Ah, I don't know if it's one guy

or a company of'em.

Twenty-to-one,

they're in Manchuria by now.

There's nobody upstairs,

Lieutenant.

Where's Brownie?

Down in the cellar.

There's nobody outside.

Why don't you look where you're shooting?

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