To End All Wars Page #5

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we've been chewing it over,

and, uh, we got thinking.

What's the purpose

in what we've been suffering?

I mean, where's the justice

in -- in nips bashing us

and working us to death?

And what's worse,

we're killing each other

to save our own skins.

What exactly

are you asking me?

You said you wanted to be

a teacher.

Yeah.

We thought that you might have

some answers, sir.

Would you like me

to take a lecture

on the meaning of life?

Oh, that's

a bloody fine idea, sir.

Please...

Just leave me alone.

That's what I figured.

You know, a man can experience

an incredible amount

of pain and suffering,

if he has hope.

When he loses his hope,

that's when he dies.

All right.

Bathroom.

Benjo.

Come on.

Reardon managed to make

a connection

to the local thai

black market.

Let me see.

He wouldn't share it

with the others,

for fear of being discovered

by the nips.

At least,

that's what he told us.

Good God, yanker,

that's stinking.

Right there,

major Campbell --

this is

the scent of happiness.

Nectar of the gods.

Our ticket to numbness.

Fermented rice alcohol.

This one's

on the house.

Bastard.

That's done it.

Of course I've done it.

Oh, nice one, yanker.

Let's have a swig.

Whoa, whoa, gentlemen.

You want charity,

go to church.

As for me, I'm bartering my way

to happiness,

so pony up with some cash.

Anything you got.

Don't be shy.

Line starts right here.

Two cigarettes.

Come on.

Walk.

Ernie, you bastard.

You're still alive.

Hey, Lazarus.

Back from the dead, my son.

Well, I kind of wish

I'd stayed there, sir.

Bollocks, soldier.

We need you alive.

Oh!

Hey!

Come on.

Come on.

What's wrong?

He hasn't eaten.

He's been able to get me

extra rations.

He never got you

extra rations, Ernie.

He was giving you his.

Help me with his legs.

I learned that while dusty

was taking care of me,

the major was preparing

his own plans.

Just what, I couldn't tell.

No, no, no.

Where did you

get the food?

Multiple anonymous donors.

Eat.

I've decided to start a school

for the jocks...

...a jungle university.

I already made

my own blackboard.

Yanker rustled me up

a textbook

for no small price.

First class

is this evening.

I've got

six students already.

I know it's small,

but, um...

It's a start.

I don't want to be

the skeptic here, Ernie,

but how in the hell

do you expect

to engage in a group activity

without the nips

seeing you?

In the one place that the nips

will never go near.

This stench

is intolerable.

Shut your cake hole!

We're doing the best

we can.

Get used to it.

Ernest:
Right, lads.

Uh, make yourself

as comfortable as you can,

and let's get started,

eh?

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