Adopting Terror Page #2

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I lost two brothers, sir!

Go get 'em, Rouzic!

Kill the bastards!

Caboulet!

Over here, sir! We lost two men.

Kill 'em all!

No prisoners!

If I heard him right...

He said "capitulato."

Does that mean we go home?

Who knows!

My friends'

I have a momentous

announcement to make:

Victory is ours on all fronts!

Since the 11th of this month'

the war has been over!

It's about time!

It was drying in the latrines, sir.

That'll do!

From General Ptain:

"In the 52nd month of a war

unprecedented in History'

"the French army'

with the aid of its allies'

"vanguished the enemy..."

Sir!

Royer's got the runs

worse than ever!

OK, let him go. But on the sly!

"...setting the example..."

"of sublime endurance

and daily heroism"'

"thus fulfilling the task entrusted

to them by the Motherland."

Despatch from Foch'

of 12 November...

Don't forget.

The main thing's the attack!

We can't work miracles, but...

Put your guts into it!

Let's hear it!

Don't make me look stupid!

"...the greatest battle in History.

"Take pride in it!

"It is with immortal glory

"that you have bedecked your flag.

"Posterity shall remember you

with gratitude."

Signed:
"Foch'

"Commander-in-Chief

of the Allied Forces."

And may I add:

Forces triumphant!

And now, what?

The regimental band, sir.

Sir...

I don't see Conan or his men.

I exempted them. They're ill.

What do you say to that'

Rouzic, my boy?

A bit of a muck-up, sir'

but it's still victory.

What's victory mean to you?

Being able to lift my head

without stopping a bullet.

There's hope for you, Pop'

if they don't eat you alive.

Christ! Don't tell me you lost

the ink pads!

And the rubber stamps!

This army mislays everything!

But remember, sir...

the Sokol Pass...

2 mules in the river!

I don't give a damn!

How can I sign anything now?

There are duplicates at HQ.

Fetch them, dammit!

And bring me clean puttees

while you're at it.

Sir, I found the movement orders

and unit records.

Right.

I want a list of wounded'

killed in action, by malaria...

The War Office will decide

on pensions later.

And this?

"Administration" is all done.

Crates 34, 36...

And 37, check!

For "Stock", 3 crates: A'B'C...

"Transfers and Promotions":

Two red boxes.

Here's one.

There's the other!

Citations. Died for France...

"Granted" and "Rejected".

One wood file, one metal file...

Those go in the front car.

- What is it?

- Trainee drivers?

This is archives, not personnel.

- So what do I do?

- Buzz off.

Hey! Got any bread?

"The neighbor's boy

is taking this down.

"I asked him to write

in big letters..." I'm glad he did!

"He was demobilized

after being gassed.

"He'd already been wounded twice.

"Henriette's gotten thin as a rail.

"She does a man's job

and longs for you.

"But we get by, which is a lot'

seeing all the woe in the world.

"Try not to fight too much.

Leave it to your buddies.

"You did your share in the Argonne.

"I send you all my love.

"Don't forget Henriette's birthday'

the 23rd."

Never waste water on washing.

You drink...

Spit...

Face!

Drink...

Spit...

Chest!

Drink...

Spit...

Feet!

Then, swallow what's left.

It's my first leave in 28 months.

I had my last one back in '16.

But since the last 2 ships

were torpedoed, nix!

I hear we're going to Egypt.

To see the Brits?

I think

we're in for a swell surprise.

Look, Bulgaria's here.

Sofia, our starting point.

If we were headed for Greece'

the sun'd be there.

It's not Turkey, or it'd be there.

The sun's back there!

Right behind us!

So we're headed west...

Northwest... Belgrade...

Italy by tomorrow night.

After Italy...

After Italy, Brittany!

I'm cold and hungry.

It's De Scve! C'mon!

De Scve! Conan here!

No detraining!

Go tell it to you Momma!

Come with us!

I'll join up with you later.

I'm staying with them.

Wait!

He's an odd one!

He is what he is.

He's not odd'

he's saving face.

Take it while it's hot.

He'd wax his boots in the trench.

We've seen him in rags!

He's one of the rare

career officers you respect.

True.

He had it easy in the Cavalry'

well-connected and all.

But he joins infantry!

He comes from landed nobility.

A viscount... in the infantry!

A real soldier!

Just like you.

No, he's a soldier. I'm a warrior.

Any difference?

A wolf-dog's not a wolf.

We may be going back to Salonika.

Mnard says

there's even ships waiting.

What's Mnard know?

Well... he's a cook!

Bucharest!

- You hear what I hear?

- Bucharest!

Bucharest... Romania, no?

Nowhere near home!

Didn't we lay bets?

So, where's the sun now?

You slug!

What's a rifleman doing here?

Lost his company?

Lost your specs, Sergeant?

Sorry, sir, I didn't...

Drop it! And Bucharest?

No food or drink...

And the skirts?

From that angle, can't complain!

See? It was worth the trip!

Hey, boys! Shut it!

Where's the receipt box?

Under the expired IDs.

- Expired?

- The killed don't draw pay.

Nitwit!

Sir...

We're waiting for the band.

We're to parade for the King

and chiefs of staff.

What a**holes!

Tell the guys to watch it!

And no bullshit, Grenais!

This time I agree with you.

End 4 years of butchery

with a fanfare... What a farce!

I'll see you at the French Lyce.

Champagne's on me!

No. It's on me. I insist.

I don't care for toy soldiers.

Gentlemen...

First'

our thanks to the Lyce's principal

for his warm welcome.

We'll try to be inconspicuous.

I've no doubt.

And now I raise my glass

to Lieutenant De Scve.

Twice captured'

he twice braved escape...

But he was twice retaken, alas!

Yes, but with what panache...

Sir, like Napoleon'

I see no honor in being captured.

So if you don't mind...

To friendship!

He shut his trap good with Napoleon.

I like that too:

He says what he has to.

Lieutenant Norbert?

From the Major.

I smell a rat.

He didn't pipe up at dinner.

Town detail patrol!

Strada Serindar, Strada Lipscani...

Here, look!

He's using you to get at me.

He knows I can't

whoop it up on my own.

But if it's a red-light district'

you can get an eyeful.

"Soldiers must salute both

French and Romanian officers."

In that case, they may as well glue

their paws to their eyebrows!

"Proper dress...

All misconduct will be punished..."

So much for the post-war!

I'll let you off this time.

Now beat it! On the double!

I can't believe my luck!

Green eyes and you speak French!

Not speak good.

Good enough.

I learn one year only, in school...

Then I do conversation.

There you go! Conversation. Perfect!

Did you do conversation

with the Germans?

When no more money.

But Germans, they have

more pretty costumes

and more pretty music.

More pretty music and costumes'

maybe'

but we still kicked their asses.

Skip it...

Cucumber, "cachcaval"...

Enough is enough.

Let's get some real grub.

Hey, Norbert!

I'm learning Romanian!

So I see.

It's amazing!

Come back. It's not worth it!

Despite what you may think'

we're still at war.

With whom?

What the hell does it matter?

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