To End All Wars Page #4

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we even stood a chance.

I've got

my own plans now.

You are

a selfish bastard.

Come on, Ernie.

Ernie!

Fine!

Ernest:
Yanker,

wait a minute!

Yanker, wait!

You'll never make it

on your own in that jungle.

It's suicide!

Take a look around you!

Take a look

in the eyes of these men.

You tell me

what you see.

That's right, Ernie.

They're dead already.

You know it,

and I know it.

At least with escape,

it gave us one thing --

hope.

Hope, Ernie.

Because without that,

we might as well be

sitting in there

with our thumbs

up our asses,

waiting for the end

to come.

Is that what you want?

Let me tell you something

about me.

I am not a stupid man,

and I am not a kamikaze.

If I can't escape,

I'll do the next best thing.

I will take care

of myself,

and that's exactly

what I plan on doing.

Yanker!

We are all in this --

all of us together!

Sure, kid.

Every single one of us.

The Japanese

were preparing to invade India.

The railway would be

their supply line.

We would be the means

to their end.

When you're living to die,

every minute is an eternity.

Days are lost.

Months blend into one another.

And the only reality you know

is in the moment,

and the moment hangs over you

like death.

It's difficult to describe

what it's like

to live with permanent hunger

in your belly

and the stench of disease

and death all around you

with every breath you take.

Malaria, diphtheria,

pellagra, dysentery

sucks every ounce of fluid

right out of your body.

Your muscles cramp up,

and your circulation collapses.

Major!

He's burning up.

Ernie.

Doctor:
I don't know anybody

who could survive that lot.

Oh, Ernie, son.

You are a good soldier...

...and a good friend.

So, this is death...

...dark...

Cold...

...all alone.

No more reason to fight,

so they give up on you.

In death,

there is no second chance.

So that's what you think about

when you're dying --

the real value of all that

you've done with your life,

and all that

you might have done,

if only you'd had

a second chance.

Bloody hell.

These nip bastards are eating

like the prince of wales.

Life doesn't wait

for the individual,

especially life

as a prisoner of war.

If you want to survive,

you need a bit of luck,

a quick wit,

and a mate to pick you up

when you fall.

Where am I?

You've been unconscious

for days.

I thought if I could get you

out of the death house

and into some fresh air,

you'd have a better chance

of surviving.

I don't know

if I want to survive anymore.

Open up.

How did you get the food

away from the line?

I have my connections.

Come on. Open up.

Why are you doing this?

Hey, Ernie.

Uh, me and the cobbers,

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