Go for Broke! Page #6

That guy would be a buddy

of Grayson's.

Five to one he don't come back

for that drink.

Get it up.

They tell me you really

got it made.

What is this liaison racket?

Oh, it varies, from a soft snap

to an extra soft snap.

Thank you.

Tomorrow I'm moving out

with you.

How do you like that?

Back with the old platoon.

You mean, I gotta take orders

from you?

No. I don't mess around

with you dogfaces.

I'll be with

the artillery observer.

You're getting your artillery

from the 442,

and he's never worked

with them before.

They're sending us up

without our own artillery?

Just the Japs?

They're a good outfit, Culley.

Plenty good.

Practically winning the war

single-handed from what I hear.

Japs.

Let's get outta here, huh?

Yeah, I could use

a little fresh air.

You win, Chick.

Japs in a Texas division.

Man, oh, man.

Come here a minute.

Culley, they're not Japs.

Huh?

They're Japanese Americans.

Nisei, or, if you prefer,

buddhaheads.

But not Japs.

They don't like it

and neither do I.

What are you,

a Jap-lover or something?

I said they're not Japs.

I'm warning ya, Culley.

You're what?

Warning ya.

Lieutenant, that gold bar

looks real sweet on you,

but I do believe you're getting

a little big for your britches.

I can always take the bar off.

Any time you say.

"Okara."

Yo!

"Misoka."

Here! Here!

"Nishigoka."

Hey!

No letters?

- Keep your pants on.

- Come on, snap it up.

"Kiri."

Yo-ho!

"Kamakura."

Oh, here, here.

I take it.

Cookies.

Ho-ho!

"Ikagani."

Here!

One cookie.

Hey, look.

How you like that.

Two sets.

I go see Masami.

Woo-hoo!

Two sets.

Sam, Sam.

Wiki-wiki.

I'm wiki-wikiing

as fast as I can.

Anything from my brother?

No, all from relocation center.

Sugar report from Terry.

"Dear Sam, I hate to start out

a letter this way,

but I think it best to get

the bad news over with first."

Her cold,

she no get better, huh?

No. Terry's okay.

Your mother been get sick?

Your father?

It's my brother.

He been lose his job

on the farm?

Yeah, him and a couple

of his buddies.

A gang beat them to a pulp

and said they'd lynch them

if they ever came back.

Why they do that? Why?

Why? Because they've got

slant eyes.

That's a crime in some places,

didn't you know that?

How do ya like that?

We're good enough

to carry rifles,

but we're not good enough

to pick sugar beets.

Take it easy, Sam.

Sure, sure, take it easy.

Take it lying down.

Go on, beat it.

Blow.

Ain't I been telling you?

Suckers, that's what we are.

Chick, chick, chick,

chick, chick, chick.

How would you like

a dental appointment?

Let's go, boy.

Katonk.

Break it up.

If you're looking for a scrap,

you won't have long to wait.

We've been alerted.

Pull your tents down

and move out.

Pull 'em down?

We just put 'em up.

The men Lt. Grayson moved out

with have been surrounded.

The whole battalion?

What's left of 'em.

Grayson's okay so far.

Artillery observer got hit

and he took over.

Just so the lieutenant is safe.

Him and his buddy,

his dear old platoon sergeant.

What's up with Sam?

He just got some bad news.

He's not the only one.

They're gonna send

the new replacements up on line

as soon as they arrive,

the batch my kid brother's in.

Eighteen years old.

Hey, Grayson!

Medic!

Where's the medic?

There he is!

Over here, Joe!

I found a full one.

Thanks, pal.

Give me a slug of that, will ya?

Hey, Grayson!

Look out!

You okay, Culley?

Where's that Jap artillery?!

Where is it?!

Wildcat six.

This is Wildcat two.

Fire mission. Over.

Fire mission point.

Fire mission point, Fox-Able-

Easy-Baker-Mike-Charlie,

and point, King-Sugar-Charlie-

Love-Able-How.

Wildcat two.

This is Wildcat six.

Stand by.

One round smoke on way.

One round smoke on way.

Can't get a thing

outta this one, sir.

We got enough from the others.

Send him over

to division headquarters.

Get anything?

Yes, sir.

Added to what we already know,

I can give ya

a pretty clear picture.

Good.

It's all dense woods.

Those roads on the map

are just forest trails,

and Jerry has roadblocks

on all of 'em.

The men are surrounded

on three sides

by elements of the, uh,

338th Infantry Division,

the 198th Fusilier Battalion

and the 202nd

Mountain Battalion.

To the northeast...

Well, let me see it

on the map, captain.

Well, starting here,

the Germans are dug in

on a continuous line

all the way around to here.

There's a gap here...

and one here that I know of,

but they're covered by machine

guns with interlocking fire.

There's a steep ridge here

that dominates this sector.

It's almost straight up

on both sides,

and they have a strong force

sitting up on top.

How far away from

here is the lost battalion?

Well, I'd say a thousand yards.

They're just about here.

We'll have troops within

striking distance tonight.

All right, Ohhara,

this is your spot.

Good luck.

Come on, shake a leg, will ya?

This don't make sense.

Sticking our necks out for guys

like that buddy of Grayson's.

That sergeant, that's the kind

who ganged up on your brother.

We get to the lost battalion,

that sergeant gonna change

his mind about us buddhaheads.

Plenty people already we change,

eh, Sam?

Keeps up like Terry

been writing letters,

by and by we gonna have it good.

You bet. Yes, sir.

Good thing you read me letters,

or maybe I go get like Chick.

It's rough.

It's plenty rough.

But we know what's it all about.

You bet.

More better we

go for broke, yes, Sam?

That's about it, Tommy.

"More better we

go for broke."

Ohhara. Ohhara!

Is it bad?

Million-dollar wound.

Luck of the Irish.

Medics.

Medics!

Let's go.

I'm glad you have someone

to lean on.

I don't seem to recognize you.

Have you been back

to any of the services?

No, Father.

I'm not Catholic.

You're not?

Different kind of rosary.

I'm Buddhist, Father.

I'll be here if you want me.

We're gonna try to make contact.

The Piper Cub's calling

the shots for artillery.

They're trying

to shoot us in some rations.

That'll be a big help.

Sukiyaki and rice.

I could use another man.

Well, the Piper Cub pilot

says there's at least a hundred

of 'em on this ridge.

And they'll be shooting

right down our throats

if we try to come up

from either side.

Our engineers have been cutting

through a road

on top of the ridge

so we can bring up a tank.

They're about here now.

Once that tank

gets within range...

When will that be?

Hard to say, sir.

It's slow going.

Minefields all over the place.

Tell division headquarters

I'm on my way back, will you?

The Jerries have been

tapping the wires, sir.

Some of them

speak perfect English.

Wildcat three.

Wildcat three.

Sergeant Yasugomoto speaking.

Wildcat three,

this is Wildcat four.

Come in, Wildcat three.

Wildcat three.

Wildcat three.

Sergeant Yasugomoto speaking.

Wildcat three.

Wildcat three.

Sergeant Yasugomoto speaking.

Good idea, sergeant.

Thank you, sir.

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