Adopting Terror Page #9

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my deepest sympathy..."

A beer, please.

Is Mr. Conan here?

- Someone for you!

- Has he got a name?

Lt. Norbert, sir.

For Christ's sake!

In here, Lieutenant.

Who asked for lights?

I was passing through.

Me, too...

I'm passing.

Passing away, even... bit by bit.

You haven't changed much.

Just enough.

What d'you do?

You know:
I try to understand.

Understand?

My pupils.

Oh, yeah...

That's good.

You shouldn't've come.

I think about you a lot.

I think'

"At least, he knew me alive."

You look fine.

Don't give me that!

I've made arrangements.

You'll get my cross and ribbons'

some odds and ends'

a photo... You'll see.

The doc gave me 6 months.

6 months...

He's just being polite.

A nice guy.

A fool, but a nice guy.

No, you shouldn't've come.

But I'm damn glad you did.

You all right here?

You kidding?

A bunch of slugs.

No one to talk to.

The best are inscribed

on the war monument.

The rest are swill!

I'm married, too.

I know.

Your wife told me where to find you.

So you know why I can't invite you.

Anyway, I haven't the time.

You're still a rotten liar'

Lieutenant.

Remember on the train

to Bucharest, when I said...

there were 3000 of us?

Sofia.

On the train to Sofia.

It was snowing.

3000 of us at most

who won this f***ing war...

Of course!

Of course, I remember.

We only fought it.

You won it.

Well, if you get around'

you'll likely meet up

with one or two.

Take a good look at 'em, old man...

A good look.

They're like me.

All of 'em!

Nina Bogin - Lenny Borger

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