Hart's War Page #2

Fuel dump locations?

Troop movements?

Sir, he knew what

I'd had for breakfast...

the morning of my capture.

Point,

and we can end all this.

Just name, rank,

and serial number.

Good enough.

You're excused, Lieutenant.

Unfortunately,

we won't be able...

to quarter you here.

We're full up.

We're gonna have to

put you in Barracks 27.

Isn't barracks 27

for enlisted men, sir?

Yes, it is...

but as you can see...

the Germans are doing a rather

brisk business these days.

You'll be comfortable there.

Sir.

-Lieutenant.

-Sir.

Point.

Point or say

hello to stumps...

for the rest

of your life.

Good.

Don, are you in?

I called.

Hold your water, Joe.

Hold your water, Joe.

Looks like a whole division

just surrendered.

Who's in charge here?

Hey, how many we up to?

Three lovely ladies,

big shot.

That's right.

That's right.

-Excuse me.

-Yeah?

I'm looking for

who's in charge here.

From the looks of things,

I'd say Adolf Hitler.

I'm Lieutenant Tom Hart.

It's OK, folks.

Staff Sergeant Vic Bedford.

-Good to meet you.

-You, too.

You just come in

from Ardennes?

Yeah.

Colonel sent me over

to bunk in here.

Officers' barracks are full.

Well, in that case,

welcome to Rio.

Hope you don't mind, sir.

All we have is this

middle bunk right here.

It looks fine.

I'm betting you're

a Lucky Strike man.

You bet right.

Care for some hooch,

Lieutenant?

Ringing in the new year.

Uh, thanks. I'm fine.

It's fermented raisins,

mostly.

A little turpentine

thrown in for flavor.

I'm fine.

We got anybody

left up front, sir?

How are you doing,

Lieutenant?

Private.

Give him a break, fellas.

He just got here.

Lieutenant.

Guard them with your life.

They double for cash

around here--

especially with the guards.

-Thanks, Sergeant.

-Excuse me a second.

Fellas, listen up.

Lieutenant Hart here...

is going to be staying

with us for a while.

-Hello, sir.

-Men.

Say, what's it take

to get in that poker game?

I expect we can work

something out.

Good.

Sir, are you about a size 10?

Why?

They got a Woolworth's

behind one of these barracks?

You never know.

Just piss on him, sir.

Huh?

It's the only thing

that gets him moving.

Happy New Year.

New year.

It's 1945!

Happy New Year!

Ten and a half

is the best I could do.

The holiday season.

Look at the smile

on this guy.

Socks, too.

Could have used those

in the...

What's the matter,

you don't like trench foot?

Sure, it's just that

once my toenails turned black...

I didn't have a single purse

that matched.

Square them up, Major.

Yes, sir.

Look at this.

They've got those poor bastards

going around the clock now.

See that factory

up past the North tower?

The Germans are making bombs

right under our noses.

It's supposed to be

a shoe factory.

Instead, they've got the

Russians running in and out...

making mortar shells.

What the hell is that?

One of their flyers.

Wait a minute, they've got

n*ggers flying airplanes, now?

Three hundred and thirty-second

Fight Squadron.

I read about them

in ''Yank Magazine.''

I'll be damned.

Well, we got us

some n*gger officers.

F***ing Jerry's right.

We must be losing this war.

Five, 6, 7, 8. Lift! Lift!

-Lieutenant.

-Sir.

Looks like it'll be a good show.

Yeah, it does.

It's high stakes

around here, sir.

What do you mean?

Half the smokes in camp

are riding on...

where you're putting

the new men.

Where do you think

we should put them?

I think I'd give them

their own billet tent, sir.

Well, we can't do that.

I was thinking about

putting them in 27 with you.

Sir, wouldn't they be better off

in the officers' barracks?

I don't carry enough weight

to move 2 officers out of 22.

I can't make them

the only 2 officers...

in the enlisted men's barracks.

You're in 27.

Figure you can keep

an eye on them for me.

Sir, I'm still new

to that barracks.

Don't carry a lot of weight

with the men yet.

You've got bars

on your shoulder, Lieutenant.

That ought to be weight enough.

Be done. Come on.

Tastes like chicken, right?

No, you've got maggots.

It's protein. Eat.

-You called?

-Yeah.

What do you got?

Going to have to make

some room in here, fellas.

Come on in, men.

We got 2 more guests.

Second Lieutenants

Lamar Archer and Lincoln Scott.

You've got to be kidding, sir.

They're gonna live here?

Two officers just

entered the barracks.

Where's your salute?

What's the big idea, sir?

I mean, we're all

full up in here.

Not anymore.

-Croutch, Krasner.

-Yes, sir.

You've been reassigned.

Barracks 28.

The Colonel wants you

situated before lockdown.

What were you flying?

P-51 bomber escorts.

Must be a shitload

of dead bomber crews...

scattered across Europe.

You see these bars,

Sergeant?

A pair of bars

don't make you fit to share...

the same roof

with white folks, boy.

Bedford!

That's Lieutenant, boy.

You got that?

Call yourself

whatever you want.

You're still just

a n*gger to me.

I didn't quite catch that,

Sergeant.

-What was that?

-All right!

-That's enough!

-Just let it go.

Set, go!

Over--Over here!

Nice. Very nice!

Uh-oh! Deadline.

Lieutenant!

Mind grabbing that, boy?

What are you doing?

Nice one, sir!

Cookie, hey!

More bread.

More bread.

Das ist verboten!

Das ist verboten, Bedford!

Bon appetit!

Sh*t!

Nobody moves!

How bad, Sergeant?

Yeah, it's just a nick.

I'll be fine.

-You all right?

-Yeah.

F*** them !

-Go get that hand looked at.

-Yes, sir.

Hey, Bed.

Cigarettes?

You're a regular bank, Vic.

How's the hand?

Is that really what you

came over here to ask me?

No. Major Clary told me

that you went to see him...

to lodge a complaint about

Lieutenants Archer and Scott.

I'm sure he'll take it up with

Eisenhower first chance he gets.

They don't belong here.

Nobody belongs here.

But this is where

the colonel put them.

Yeah. I bet you wish the colonel

would have given you...

that open bunk

in the officers' barracks...

right about now, Lieutenant.

I mean, this is hardly

the Waldorf.

Ain't that right?

We're not going

to have a problem...

about this, Sergeant,

understood?

What did you do before the war

for a living?

I was in law school.

Second year.

Harvard?

Yale.

-Meet many coloreds up there?

-A few.

Yeah, well,

I dealt with their kind.

Two years I was

on the police force...

in East St. Louis,

and I know what they are.

So let's not pretend like

we're f***ing neighbors.

You finished, Sergeant?

No, I'm not finished.

Never did settle on a price,

did we...

for them boots and socks?

I mean, might be as cold as

the North Pole around here...

but that don't make me

Santa Claus.

What do you want?

I'll take your watch.

This was a gift from my father.

I bet your daddy

can afford you another one.

Is this going to buy me

a little civility, Sergeant?

Tons.

Not much of a picture, is it?

Well, we do feel

a little misled, sir.

Guard told us

they'd be showing...

the life and time

of Jesse Owens.

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