Attack Page #6

- Yeah?

Get out of here.

Toliver!

The Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou among women.

Blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Amen.

- Lieutenant?

- Where are you hit?

I don't know. The chest or lungs.

Feels like bubbling.

Maybe you shouldn't, Lieutenant.

You'll never make it.

Lieutenant?

Remember when you hit me back there?

- Don't talk.

- You were right.

I fouled up...

But I understood what you meant.

- These men, sir...

- What?

These men...

The sergeant, poor guy...

Right in the face.

Jackson!

- Yes, sir.

- Shut up.

- Yes, Captain, but these...

- Shut up!

Captain!

Sergeant Toliver is coming up the street!

He's got a German with him!

Well, where'd you get the Kraut?

Brought him back

from that "little ol' house".

Bring him along.

- Where's Lieutenant Costa?

- He was the last to run for it.

I waited for him in the draw over the crest

of that hill, but he never did show up.

- They must've gotten Ricks, too.

- How long did you wait?

Long enough for 'em both to show

if they was gonna.

OK, bring him inside.

- Division?

- This is Division.

This is Fox Company. We have a prisoner.

What about those tanks?

- How many?

- I saw two.

Prisoner says there's all kind

of mechanised stuff in there.

Prisoner reports at least two tanks

in La Nelle, maybe more.

- Get the prisoner over to G-2.

- We'll send him by Jeep right away.

Had those tanks started to move

when you pulled out?

No, sir. But they sure is shooting now.

How about it, Toliver?

What were Lieutenant Costa's chances?

I don't know, sir. It was mighty wide open.

Feels like he just didn't make it.

One of the best platoon leaders I ever had.

You stinking Nazi.

- Don't do that!

- That's for Costa, you squarehead!

Take it easy! He's been cooperating.

- Come on, Toliver, I'll buy you a drink.

- No, thank you.

- Thought you were a drinking man.

- Not now, sir.

This here's bourbon, Toliver.

This is real Kentucky bourbon.

I never heard of a true Southerner

refusing a Kentucky bourbon. Here.

No, sir. Thanking you kindly.

What's the matter, boy? Come on.

Captain, down where I come from,

we dearly love our whiskey.

But we don't drink with another man

unless we respect him.

Well, go dry. Your loss.

I've got transportation for...

What happened to him?

Nothing a little more of

the same wouldn't cure.

- Take him up to Division.

- Crummy, no-good Nazi.

- They're hitting some of those houses!

- OK, OK!

- Sound like 88s.

- You think so?

- Now we got big trouble.

- They won't attack.

We got companies each side.

Sector's pinched off.

It is not! Take a look.

- You don't need to show me no map!

- They're gonna knock us out of here.

That leaves two companies out on a limb.

Once they've got the crossroads,

we're all up the creek!

Don't get excited!

I was soldierin' when you were...

The worst thing to do is get excited!

Sir, them's 88s.

All right, what are

we gonna do now? Huh?

- Round up what's left of your platoon.

- Yes, sir.

- All right, now what? What, Cooney?

- There's only one thing to do.

Fall back. Miller's platoon

can hold till we make the woods.

- How do they get out?

- We'll cover them.

- They wouldn't have a prayer.

- I'm in command here!

- Face the facts!

- That's what I'm doing!

- What the hell is going on here?

- Clyde!

- They've got tanks!

- Don't you "Clyde" me.

- Colonel, I'm sorry.

- You're sorry, all right.

- Why aren't you up in La Nelle?

- I tried!

- What does that mean?

- I sent a whole platoon in!

That's 40 men. You got 200 men.

You sent in a platoon? What happened?

They got in, but they pulled out.

- How many got in?

- Five. Three got out.

- I told them to stay.

- Of course they pulled out.

- How many casualties?

- About 10. Five dead. Costa's missing.

- He'll be OK. He's got nine lives.

- But, Clyde, I spotted those tanks.

I was all set to go in. I was feeling

them out with Costa's platoon.

You were ordered to get in there!

The generals thought you were in there.

I told them you were in there.

What will you do now? Pull out?

- You can't hold that...

- You'll stick here and hold!

- How many tanks?

- There's all kinds of mechanised stuff.

A task force is on its way. If the Krauts

get through, the whole battalion gets it.

You hold until you're relieved.

- How long will this take?

- Who cares? I want this position held.

- There's something you've gotta do.

- We'll hold.

It's about the command of this company.

Get outta here, Woodruff.

I want to talk to your captain.

Go on, move!

- That's bonded liquor, Clyde.

- I want you to listen to this.

Listen real closely

in case it's news to you.

You're commanding this company

only as a favour to the judge.

- He's always wanted a son.

- I don't want no favours.

You got one chance. You're in hot water.

You hold this town, I'll cover for you.

But you fall back,

I'll show you what trouble means.

- I'll hound you into Leavenworth!

- You can count on me!

No, I can't! So it boils down to

what scares you most, me or them.

Listen to this!

You foul up, so help me I'll crucify you!

You know what? I couldn't care less.

You know that?

You're so big. Why don't you relieve me?

Yeah. Go on, send me back.

Make no nevermind of me.

- How I'd love to.

- All right!

Do it! Do it!

Sure. I send you back, they'll take

a close look at you. Very close.

And they'll see me perched

on your shoulder.

That's right, Erskine boy.

So here you stay, here you hold.

Why will I?

- You all through talking?

- How I hate you.

Colonel, you're not gonna

leave him in command here.

I don't care what your opinion

of Captain Cooney is.

- He's still in command. Clear?

- Very clear.

- Then you know what you have to do.

- I know exactly what I have to do.

- You double-talking me?

- I'm not double-talking anyone!

If I survive this, I'm going to General

Parsons. I'll tell him the whole story.

About Aachen, about Costa,

about his plan to pull out of here.

I just want you to know it.

When 10th Armored gets here,

I want that crossroad open.

Come on, Captain. Let's go. We'll set up

at the two houses at the crossroads.

We gotta hold. We gotta hold.

We'll hold as long as we can, then fall

back to the church, then the courthouse.

- And then what?

- That's the end of the line.

Come on, get your gear.

Let's go. Come on.

No, you give me that.

I was soldiering when you were still

a kid. You ain't taking nothing from me.

Captain, you won't find

any answers in there.

- Just give me that.

- You can't find courage in a bottle.

You can't buy your guts for a dollar.

Who do you think you are?

You're not just careless or a coward.

You're a criminal!

A criminal responsible for

the murder of at least 19 men!

Give me that!

There!

You've got every man in this outfit

thinking the US Army is a mockery.

It's not! Just this tiny, lousy part of it.

From hereon in, it's gonna be different.

I'd like to go out there and stop one,

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