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A Walk in the Sun
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- 1945
- 117 min
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happened long ago, way back in 1943,
when the lead platoon of the
Texas Division hit the beach
at Salerno, sunny Italy.
never had much urge to travel.
not be much as cities go,
but it was all he wanted...
a one-town man.
Rivera, Italian American.
Likes opera and would like a wife
and kids, plenty of kids.
Friedman, lathe operator
and amateur boxing champion...
New York City.
Windy, minister's son. Canton, Ohio.
Used to take long walks
alone and just think.
Sergeant Ward, farmer.
Knows his soil.
Good farmer.
McWilliams, first aid man.
Slow, Southern, dependable.
Archimbeau,
platoon scout and prophet.
Talks a lot, but he's all right.
Porter, Sergeant Porter,
well, he has a lot on his mind.
A lot on his mind.
Tranella speaks two languages.
Italian and Brooklyn.
And a lot of other men.
Here's a song about them. Listen.
# And poets are writing
# The tale of that fight
# And songs for children to sing
# Let them sing of the men
of a fighting platoon
# Let them sing of the job they've done
# How they came across the sea
# To sunny Italy
# And took a little walk in the sun
# They took a little
walk in the sun. #
Douse that light.
Douse that light!
Dear Frances,
I'm writing you this letter relaxing
on the deck of a luxury liner.
On shore, the natives have
just spotted us and they're
getting up a little reception...
fireworks, music
and that sort of stuff.
The musicians in our own band
have also struck up a little tune.
Ha-ha.
The gentle waters of Mare Nostrum.
That's really good.
Mare Nostrum.
Hey, Tinker, hey, Tinker.
Hey do you spell Mari Nostrum?
What's that?
- Mediterranean.
That's what the eye-ties call it.
It means our sea.
I want to know how to spell it.
- Why?
I'm writing to my sister.
What do you mean,
you're writing to your sister?
You're packed on a landing barge,
bouncing on your Mare Nostrum,
waiting to hit the beach
like the rest of us slobs.
I'm writing the letter
in my head.
When I get a minute I put
down what I remember in my head
and the letter's written.
It's the best way.
What a system. Does it work?
- Sure.
You just make up the letter in
your head, then write it down later.
That's pretty good.
Maybe I'll try it.
Works, huh?
- Every time.
Suppose you've got a bad memory.
Have you got a bad memory?
- I've got a good one.
Then why are you worrying?
I'm not. I just wondered.
What was that word
you wanted to spell?
Mare Nostrum.
in the city of Saint Paul.
Still up there.
You're going to get killed.
Pull one, too high.
Those shells ain't interested in us.
- And vice versa.
When a shell's looking for a guy,
it don't whine, it snarls.
You kill me. You guys kill me.
At Messina they
pitched a few strikes.
Here, no control.
What's so funny about Messina?
Lost a lot of good Joes there.
What do you want us to do?
Cry about it?
That's a lot of cocky chatter.
Better than having the jitters.
Would it make you feel better if we
told you we had the jitters?
- Yeah.
It would.
Well... we got them.
Bet that new
lieutenant's got them bad.
Don't load your pack
on the other guy's shoulders.
I'm not.
His first time out leading a platoon
he's never worked with before.
Boy, I wouldn't want
his job for anything.
Nobody's giving it to you.
Porter.
It's a fine time you picked
to go to sleep, soldier.
HE GROANS:
Anything the matter, sir?
Mary and Joseph, all gone...
Pete. Hey, Pete.
What?
- Shell splinter got the lieutenant.
Smashed his face all to...
I can't see anything.
- I can feel it. It's messy.
I think it took his whole face away.
Where's your flashlight?
- You can't shine a light here.
to shine a light. Where is it?
Cover over.
Take a quick look.
Told you.
Left cheek and his eye,
covered with blood.
Can't even tell whether
the eye's there or not.
Douse that light.
Go and get the first aid man,
what's his name?
McWilliams.
- Yeah. He might as well
start earning his money.
Where is he?
- Down at the stern.
I saw him down in the stern.
Where's McWilliams?
Where's McWilliams,
the first aid man?
Who's that?
- Sergeant Porter.
Oh, here I am, Sergeant.
You want me, Sergeant?
- Lieutenant's hurt.
Sergeant Halverson said for you to go up.
- What's wrong with him?
Get up there and see.
You want me to bring him here?
Just asking.
What is it, Mac?
- What's up?
The lieutenant...
That last shell, uh?
Don't know. Going up to see.
Well, whadya know?
I told him.
What's the matter with
the lieutenant, Sarge?
Old rocking-chair get him?
He had his head over the side.
Looking through binoculars.
What was he looking at?
Is he dead?
Not yet.
What do you know.
It's a purple heart,
sure as little apples.
How'd you like to
have a purple heart, Jake?
Depends on where I got the
purple heart. In the legs, OK.
In the guts, no.
quiet trip to Jersey City.
I would like a nice
trip to Jersey City.
I'd like a nice quiet trip anywhere.
Haven't had a nice
quiet trip since this war started.
Jersey City would do fine.
I should go back and see
if I can do anything.
- Why don't you?
Lieutenant's going to die,
he's going to die.
Nothing I can do about it.
Nothing in the world.
Blew a hole out
the side of his head.
In the head, no. I don't want
Joey Sims got
one in the head.
I'll bet he'll look better
when they're through with
him than you do now.
I don't want a purple heart
in the head.
Is Sergeant Halverson
in command now, Sergeant?
He knows what to do.
- Shut up.
What did the lieutenant
do before the Army?
He was a businessman.
He worked in an office.
Well, I worked in an office,
but I was no businessman.
The whole Army's
made up of businessmen.
You kill me.
He'll be a businessman in 1956 while
we're fighting the Battle of Tibet.
I've got the facts down cold.
Put him on a nice hospital ship
and take him to a nice hospital
and give him a couple of nice
medals and take him home
and give him his walking papers
and he'll go back to business
while we're fighting the Battle of Tibet.
I've got the facts.
Maybe he'll die.
Nobody dies.
Nobody dies.
# These are the men
of the Texas division
They are moving into hell
# And high water
# Rivera and Friedman,
Tyne and Porter,
# A Texan from Jersey
And one from Dakota
# A Texan from out
near Duluth, Minnesota
# Kansas, Maine
and Tennessee, Lord God
# They're all in the Texas Infantry
# They're all in
the Texas infantry. #
I've got to get word to the captain.
As soon as we land,
I've got to get word to him.
- Do you know what to do?
Course I know!
We've been briefed.
The farmhouse may be
pretty hard to find.
- It's on the map.
There's a road from
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