Attack Page #5

- You wanna volunteer?

- What a screwball idea.

- Yeah.

I repeat:
they chopped us up!

The medics are picking

them up right now. Over.

Put this on him. It'll make him look real.

They are?

- First wounded are already coming in.

- So where's the support?

Tell Cooney we're pinned.

I repeat:
we're pinned!

Doctor, I have a man in the balcony.

Look, you tell him

we're in that little ol' house.

Tell him I lost Lucas, Kelly, Liegert,

I don't know how many.

So where's the rest of the company?

Where's that support that was

gonna be right behind us all? Over!

Joe, hang on. I'll call you right back.

Over and out.

Captain.

Captain!

- Captain!

- Well?

We gotta move.

Joe is pinned. It's our turn.

Let's make sure we make the right move.

Let's not get excited, up in the air!

- I'll have the company saddle up.

- Hold on there!

Maybe there's more to this

than we can handle.

Come on.

Jackson, I'll take over.

What do you mean,

more than we can handle?

We're ordered to take La Nelle.

Let's form up and do it.

- The thing to do is pull 'em back.

- We can't pull back. They're pinned!

Then let 'em hole up!

We'll call for artillery!

Artillery won't do any good.

It takes men to hit the town!

Risk a whole company for the remains

of one platoon? Think straight, boy!

Think straight? I'm thinking

about the job we've gotta do!

If I've made a mistake in judgment,

it was an honest one.

Now, listen, Cooney.

I gave Costa my word.

So what are you, a boy scout?

Some kind of white knight?

I gave him my word.

Look, soldier, to be perfectly frank,

I don't give a damn what you gave him.

Great-looking soldier.

He's uglier than Bernstein.

Hurry it up.

Wait a minute. If this sad sack is gonna

die, why don't we make him an officer?

- Make him a general.

- No, a lieutenant.

Make him a captain.

- You know who he looks like?

- No...

- Shove it out, Bernstein.

- I'll take over.

All right, sir, go out there

and draw some lead.

- Do you see him?

- Yeah, but not enough.

- What does he look like?

- A man.

Them cruddy Krauts.

- A little more, Bernstein.

- More?

Come on, Bernstein.

Wow!

No more bats in that belfry.

- I swear, Toliver, that was shootin'!

- Just like pluckin' possum.

Toliver!

Get away from that hole.

Them cruddy Krauts.

They shoot until you're on top of them.

Then they run out.

"Kamerad. Give me Zigaretten."

The trouble with you, Ricks,

is you're bitter.

Sure. I hate them cruddy Krauts,

if that's what you mean.

- Probably no more than they hate you.

- Me?

- Why should they hate me?

- Cos you're the enemy.

What do you mean? I'm an American,

for crying out loud! They're the enemy.

Abramowitz. Jacob R Abramowitz.

He's got O-type blood.

That's a fine, cruddy note,

calling me the enemy.

What do you think you are?

An exchange student?

How could I be the enemy?

- Ricks!

- Yes, sir?

You leave here again, I'll beat you bloody!

Got that?

Fragile Fox Two to Fragile Fox One, over.

Fragile Fox One, this is Fragile Fox Two.

Where's the support? Over!

Say it again, Harry.

Nice and slow,

so there's no mistake. Over.

Yeah.

We stuck with the lease?

Yeah.

Kommen Sie out.

Raus! Raus!

Come on!

Amerikaner! Freie Menschen!

Wir sind so froh, dass ihr hier seid.

- I thought you flushed out the cellar.

- I did. They must've been hiding.

- Did you look?

- Yeah. No. Who'd have thought of it?

Anybody with their head on!

That wouldn't be you, would it?

Get down there now and search

the whole place! Every last inch of it.

Halt deinen Mund!

Milwaukee, Wisconsin. My uncle.

Er will mich bald rberbringen,

nach Amerika. Schwartz.

Die Brauerei. Bitte. Das ist mein Onkel.

Halt's Maul.

The mean one's a captain.

It's the same in every army.

Toliver, these boys

are the answer to a prayer.

I want it real quiet now.

I'm gonna work on the old guy.

OK, you. In there.

In there. Panzers?

Panzers, was?

Come on, sprechen Sie!

Otto, ich warne dich.

Nicht sprechen Sie, understand?

Ich wei gar nichts.

You got the old guy

scared stiff, Lieutenant.

Any mechanised stuff in there?

Was?

Come on, now, sprechen Sie!

Otto, deinen Namen, deinen Rang,

deine Nummer - sonst nichts.

He's making with the Articles of War.

They don't apply to us.

Not in a vice like this.

This is a .45-calibre automatic, Captain.

Verstehen Sie? Nicht sprechen!

How about it? Panzers?

Panzers?

SS, huh? SS?

Ich wei nicht.

You won't get it out of him.

Whitey's got him too scared.

Namen, Rang und Nummer!

Keep your mouth shut!

Panzers? Come on, now!

- Das sind...

- Otto, du Idiot!

Du brauchst doch nur zu warten.

Im Dorf, auf dem Kirchturm, berall.

Die sind jetzt schon tot.

Tot?

Ja, so gut wie tot.

You know what he says?

He says all they gotta do is wait.

He says we're covered from the town.

He says we're "tot".

Dead.

Got a lot of firepower

in the town, Captain?

Tell me about it.

I take it you are acquainted with the

covenants of the Geneva Convention.

Then you must know that

we will tell you absolutely nothing.

Nicht! Wartet!

Es sind doch wir.

Panzers?

Panzers.

Erschieen Sie mich nicht.

Ich habe drei Kinder.

How many tanks? One? Two?

Wie viele?

Acht, zehn. Und SS.

What'd he say?

He says the place is crawling

with mechanised stuff. And SS.

Ricks.

Fragile Fox Two to Fragile Fox One, over.

Woodruff... I can't hear you.

I can't hear you. Over.

Louder, Harry. I can't...

Hey, look! A tank!

The guy wasn't lying.

They'll flatten us.

What a way to reduce.

Woodruff?

Are you receiving me? Over.

OK, get this:
tanks are in here.

I don't know how many. We're pulling out!

I repeat:
we're pulling out!

Request artillery and smoke cover.

Repeat:
request artillery

and smoke cover. Over.

Roger. Fragile Fox Two out. No, wait!

I got a message for Cooney. Understand?

You tell him I'm comin' back.

Tell him I'm comin' back!

Start that artillery.

Fragile Fox Two out.

B Battery, this is Fox Company.

I don't have to draw you

a picture on this one.

Keep the house between you

and the town as long as you can.

Just let me make one thing clear.

I'm not just giving you the word,

I'm giving you the law.

I'm giving you an order.

Don't stop for anybody. You got that?

No matter who gets it, you don't stop!

Get set. You're gonna

run the Kraut in front of you.

- He'll slow me up.

- You heard the lieutenant.

- Can't we leave him behind?

- Division Intelligence will need him.

Soon as you hear our stuff

coming over, take off.

Let's go, Bernstein!

Like I always said,

a fighting army is a running army.

All right, now. 20-yard intervals.

Don't bunch up.

Ricks! Get a move on. Let's get movin'.

- You ready?

- Lieutenant, don't rush me.

- Hail Mary, full of grace...

- Go!

My Jesus! Mary!

Snowden!

Take this.

- See you around, Lieutenant.

- Go.

Don't you wait around too long

after I'm gone.

I'll still beat you up that hill.

- You're talking to a flying Toliver, Joe.

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