Werewolves of the Third Reich Page #4

- Know what I'm sayin'?

- [GRUNTS]

- [COUGHS]

Don't worry Sarge,

it's just a minor injury,

you'll be back

on your knees in no time.

Ugh!

I guess I'll be

going home now huh?

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I wanted freedom

I wanted freedom

No one told me

I wanted freedom

I wanted freedom

No one told me

I wanted freedom

I wanted...

Nice limp you got there, Hyde.

Go f*** yourself, Murphy.

I wanted...

Wilder, are you ready to go?

When I finish this.

Hey, look, don't get

pissed with me just 'cause

you caught some friendly fire

in your pinky toe.

It wasn't my f***ing pinky toe,

it was my f***ing shin.

And f*** you.

[MUTTERING]

I wanted freedom

No one told me

I wanted freedom

I wanted...

So how'd you end up in here?

Me and Sergeant Peck had

ourselves a little disagreement.

Is that right?

Yeah, how 'bout you?

See the limp on the MP?

Yeah.

Courtesy of my buddy here.

I went along for the ride.

Are you two girls

done gossiping?

I guess so.

Good, well perhaps now

one of you can do something

useful and spot me

a cigarette.

I don't smoke.

I'm all out Murph.

What about you?

What about me?

You got a cigarette?

Nope.

What you in for?

Writing a book.

Ashamed to tell 'em, Reggie?

Have we met before, friend?

No.

But your legend has spread far

throughout the Corps.

Gentlemen,

Reckless Reggie Brown.

The meanest, baddest man

in the whole damn town.

Damn, you crackers are

real imaginative with that

nickname sh*t, ain't you?

When you live with

the reality of war, boy,

there ain't no time

for imagination.

Poetic.

You should put

that on a greeting card.

So are you gonna tell Sergeant

Whisper here what you did,

we sure have got

a long journey ahead.

[MOCKINGLY] Okay, master.

Whatever you say, sir, master.

You sure do have

a hard-on for white folk now.

The only hard-on

I got for white folks

is when I'm sticking one

down your mother's throat.

Well you excuse my momma if she

wasn't enthusiastic 'bout that,

she's been dead five years.

Well, seeing as you

got stage fright,

let me regal these

two Mary's here with

a story about

Reckless Reggie Brown.

By all means.

Reggie here was

one of 17 men sent down

to take out

a .45 machine gun encampment,

guarding a German railroad.

As they approached,

the German gunner spotted them.

He ripped nine of

the men to pieces.

The rest of the men just...

just ran away,

leaving Reggie, here,

taking fire

from 32 heavy machine gunners.

Reggie got down on his belly

and he faced

those Germans all on his own.

He took out his

Colt .45 and he popped 10

of those Nazi fucks

with just eight bullets.

At that point,

one of the Krauts yelled out

and asked Reggie here

if he was English.

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