A Walk in the Sun Page #5

he's going to crack.

That's the way it goes.

He's got a lot on his mind.

Keep your head on.

- OK, Hosk.

So long, Giorgio.

That's a funny thing.

What?

- Giorgio. He's an Italian. His

old man came from this country.

All he'll ever see of it is

a beach and a piece of wood.

Funny thing.

- Yeah.

Funny thing.

- Well, see you around, Hosk.

Yep.

Around.

Hey, Sergeant...

Supposing this road is mined?

- Don't worry about it.

"MADEMOISELLE FROM ARMENTIERES"

That's one thing I want

to do when I get back.

I want a nice collection of records.

I know a guy who must have

had millions of records,

millions that guy had.

He worked in the NBC Studios.

He had all kinds of autographs.

You couldn't name anybody he

didn't have an autograph of.

He even used to sign his records. He

had a record of the Andrew Sisters,

all three of their autographs.

That's the kind of life.

- Just the music is all I want.

I got one

collection but I want a big one.

I got all the Bing Crosby

records except the last one.

You know Russ Columbo? My sister

used to be nuts about Russ Columbo.

She stayed in her room all

the time the day he died.

When did he die, anyway?

- I don't know.

Must have been about ten years ago.

She was a kid. She's married now.

Her husband in the Army?

- Beats me. I never heard from her.

Maybe he's in a war plant.

- That's the life, the war plant.

I read some place, those guys

make 400 or 500 bucks a week.

I don't care about the

dough, I'd just like to be

able to go home at night.

If I hadn't gone in the Army,

I was going to California.

- Got a job there?

No. I just always wanted to go to

California. Out with the movie stars.

Could have been something else. Could

have been the engineers or the tanks.

Could even have been the Navy.

They looked at me and said

here's a guy that can walk.

They finished me, all right.

- Everybody walks. Even monkeys.

There are limits, plenty of limits.

I've been thinking,

how long have we been in the Army?

Murder!

- Look at Hoskins...

Gets a lousy little dig in the leg

and he's out of the Army, but he

doesn't want to be out of the Army.

Justice.

Where are we going, Rivera?

- I'm going someplace where

I can set off this weapon.

Then I'm going to shoot this weapon.

I'm not going to walk any more.

There are limits.

Archimbeau's sure angry

at this country. Look at him

beating it to death.

You're an insensitive lump.

He's still got Trasker on his mind.

I've got lots of

dead guys on my mind.

Planes!

That's it!

Hit the dirt!

Anybody hurt?

- Anybody hurt? Anybody hurt?

- All right here.

Did you see that? Did you see that?

Right out of the blasted sun,

the dirty kraut.

There's some wounded across the road.

My squad, I think. I'd better go over.

- Wait a minute. He may be back.

- I'll take my chances.

Want a hand, Sergeant?

Won't help him.

Get over to that ditch.

Did he get one?

- Yeah.

Get in the ditch.

Where did he get it?

Arm and shoulder.

- Give me a hand.

Get in the ditch.

- Who's that?

Never mind.

Dougan's dead.

- I know.

Look at that Jerry.

Shoot him. Shoot him. Beautiful!

No more waving for that baby.

Hey, sulphur somebody,

you guys want me to die of gangrene?

They've looked you over, Smitty.

What you've got is no

worse than a scratch.

It hurts, burns like fire.

Doesn't yet. But it will.

Take over, Joe.

What'll we do with him?

Leave him here?

- We'll have to. We can't take him with us.

Think we'd better get on with it then.

- I'd wait a while if I were you.

There might be more planes

where that last one came from.

Better take ten, anyway.

- Tell them, will you?

Take ten. Take ten.

Take ten.

Say Sarge, can I smoke?

- Burn. Take ten. Take ten.

Butt me, Friedman.

7.35.

Match.

- Take ten.

It is 7.35, Friedman. And in 30

minutes, we've covered a mile.

On a dry track, too. A whole mile.

Stop griping, doughfoot.

At least you're a mile away

from the beach and the shells.

What was that plane

shooting at us, jellybeans?

Oh, by the way, have

you dined yet, Sergeant?

Yeah. And you have, too.

How can he turn down a

tasty dish like this?

You know where they get this stuff?

- Sure.

I know where they get everything.

Where'd they get this stuff?

You know the sewers?

- What sewers?

Any sewers. The Hoboken sewers.

- How do you know?

You got a brother works in the sewers?

- Never mind my relations.

You want me to tell you how

they get it out of the sewers?

No. I'm eating it.

We should be in the Heinie Army.

They wouldn't take me.

Why should we be in

the Heinie Army?

The food. Good food.

How do you know?

Are you a spy or something?

How about that HQ we

walked into in Sicily?

Wine on the tables. Steak.

A picture.

- That was Officers' Mess.

So what? Do our Officers' Mess get

wine on the table? Do they get steak?

The Heinies are really eating.

They won't be.

Listen, chum.

In three years, the whole world

will be eating C-rations.

I got it from a friend.

- Give it back to him, I ain't interested.

What do you get out of it, Friedman?

Out of what?

- The business.

What business?

- This business.

I ain't a member of the firm.

You saw that Messerschmitt.

- Yeah.

It was after you.

- I wasn't in when he called.

Be another one along any minute now.

I won't be in that, either.

- Friedman, you're a draft dodger.

You're yellow, Friedman.

- That's what I am, all right.

I catch you kidding me again,

I'll kick you in the gut.

What's eating him?

- Don't YOU know?

I've got a headache.

A rotten headache.

- Tough.

Do you trust this operation?

- How do you mean?

- You know.

I don't like the ring of it.

It doesn't ring true.

Something funny about it.

I wish he'd cut out that groaning.

He ain't too bad. He's just

working for his Purple Heart.

I don't like the responsibility.

- You're stuck with it.

We'd better get moving, hadn't we?

I think we had. If I were

you, I'd keep off the road.

Why?

- Tanks.

Let's take it along the ditch.

OK.

What about Smith

- I'll talk to him.

How you feeling, Smitty?

In the pink, Sarge. In the pink.

Do you think you can stay

here by yourself for a while?

Leave me some butts.

- Sure you'll be all right?

Sure, Sarge.

Just leave me some butts.

Somebody'll be along to pick you up.

He'll stay.

We'd better get started then.

All right. Hoist tail.

We'll stick close to

the ditch this time.

Keep the same formation,

but stick close to the ditch.

Hey, Smitty.

Could I bum one of those butts back?

Sure, Sarge. Help yourself.

How long do you think I'll be here?

Beats me.

Shouldn't be long, though.

There'll be plenty of company coming

up this way soon.

- What company?

Any kind you want.

Just take it easy, Smitty.

If I want anything, I'll ring.

Hey, Smitty... you forgot to groan.

Hey, Cousins.

What comes after Tibet?

- What comes where after Tibet?

In the war. Where are we going

to fight the war after Tibet?

How do I know? In bed.

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