Hell Is for Heroes Page #3

He... he wouldn't.

You want to bet?

Look, dumb-dumb.

Up here, this gun's your life.

It's like when you

were a civy, see.

It's what you own

that makes you who you are.

Now, let's try it again.

That way.

Minnaccia!

[Gun Fires]

[Engine Backfiring Loudly]

[Speaking German]

How we doing?

Splendid.

He can't hit anything yet,

but he loads like a genius.

That's enough for now,

Driscoll, James E.

Take him over to that

second hole past the box...

and stay with him.

That makes me

feel real safe.

Come on, Deadeye.

This is it.

Tea will be served at 5:00.

You see anything

out there, Reese?

Nope.

They're bound to send

a patrol up here tonight.

Oh, yeah.

Then again,

they might not.

If they think

we have a full company,

they won't risk

getting close.

Let's quit horsing around.

An hour after nightfall,

they'll make sure

there's no company.

What do you mean?

Patrols. Not theirs, but ours.

If we were full strength,

we'd have a 10-man patrol

down there tonight, Larkin.

Yeah. You're right.

The Krauts

would hear them.

Tired?

Huh?

You tired?

You're kidding.

I'm having a ball.

Sergeant Pike says

there's a supply dump

3 miles down the road.

I want you to find

three spools of wire.

What kind?

Signal corps wire.

The big spools.

Also, load up on some gas

for our tank.

Right.

How long will it take?

About 40 minutes?

Cumberly!

Sarge?

Go round up

three empty ammo cans.

Empty?

That's right! Empty.

I'll go first to the left.

You take the center.

You take the right.

[Distant Artillery Fire]

See you, kid.

Good luck.

Apple.

Cobbler.

Okay.

Apple.

Cobbler.

Apple.

Cobbler.

[Machine Gun Fire]

Ha ha. It worked.

All right. Go back

to your positions.

Hey, Larkin.

What's the matter?

Funny thing.

We strung three wires.

We got four now.

Look. And it goes

straight across to the Nazi lines.

Let's find out

what it's hooked up to.

Here it is. Down here.

It goes right into

the pillbox.

Come on.

I can't see a thing in here.

Let me get this lamp lit.

Hey, that's better.

Here it is.

What the hell is...

Shh!

That was a German mike.

They got us bugged?

They probably planted it

during those

back-and-forth actions.

They put it

in the right spot...

Next to

the field telephone.

That's not very cricket.

You've got a gift of gab.

Make like you're

talking to command.

Command? What command?

Fake it.

It's worth a chance.

I'll try to spare

somebody to relieve you.

Yeah. Okay, Sarge.

[Distant Artillery Fire]

[Whistling]

Ahem.

Ahem.

Uh, Temple Red,

uh, to Able Six.

Temple Red to Able Six.

Come over.

Able Six?

Temple Red here. Over.

Oh, yes, sir.

The entire patrol

came back safe and sound.

The activities of the patrol

were quite successful.

Although we did not

take prisoners,

we at last know

the position

of all the enemy

camouflaged emplacements.

That's right.

We know exactly

where they are.

Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

Sergeant Larkin says

I'm supposed to relieve you.

Uh, I'll call you back, sir.

Over.

There's a German mike

hidden in there.

There is?

Don't say anything you don't

want the Nazis to hear.

I just as soon

they didn't hear anything.

You know, Driscoll,

you're a lucky guy.

This is the safest place

on the whole ridge.

It is?

Go in there

and fake me some reports.

What kind of reports?

Haven't you been in

headquarters when they arrive?

I've told you.

All I've done is type.

Right.

We're Temple Red,

and command

is Able Six.

Beyond that, say anything

that comes into your head.

Like, "help"?

Go ahead.

Uh, uh, hi.

Uh, Temple Red

to, uh, Able Six.

Uh, this... this is

Lieutenant, uh, Driscoll,

the, uh,

entertainment officer.

Uh, a-about the morale, sir.

Uh, it's... it's been

rather low.

Uh, the main complaint

seems to be

about the evening movie.

Yes, sir. I've had to show

Road to Morocco

five evenings in a row.

Well, the men are beginning

to get a little surly, sir.

Yes, sir.

They know all the lines.

Oh, and about the amateur...

[Shell Falling]

[Shell Explodes]

The... the amateur hours

are going very well, sir.

Uh, we... sir, could you

hold on just a minute?

Yes, sir, I have a call

on the other line.

Right, sir.

I'll be right back.

Temple Red.

This is Lieutenant Driscoll.

Well... don't... don't

send them up here.

Sir, I have five men

in each foxhole now.

L... I don't have any room

for any more, sir.

H-have you tried

Charlie Company, sir?

Oh, l... I see.

There's still a war

going on in Japan,

you know, sir.

You might send them

over there.

Apple.

It's me, Homer.

I said to stay away.

Had to, had to come up.

K-kill Krauts.

Show Captain Loomis

I good soldier.

I give plenty help.

You like Cal... Calvados?

Now, now I,

now I stay, huh?

Hi, Sergeant.

Bring plenty good things...

Eggs, Calvados,

all for you.

Forget it, kid.

You can't stay.

Please,

give Homer a chance.

Poor kid.

Work in labor camp.

Now, just knock it off.

Hey, Homer,

how did you get here?

Hitch rides,

walk long way.

Just want to be

with buddies.

We're in a tight spot.

It's rough

on experienced guys,

let alone a green kid.

Hey, Sarge, we were

glad to get Driscoll.

Okay. You can help

pass out the extra ammo.

I do what you say,

Sarge.

I'll go relieve Kolinsky.

He'll show you

what to do.

I do good.

You better.

Hey, uh, Homer, if you

want to unload anything,

I mean, feel free

to dump it

right in my foxhole.

Uh...

I think I better go over

with Henshaw.

What say you, Homer?

Oh, got plenty

work to do.

I put stuff in here?

Sure, sure, sure.

We've got nothing but

vacancies in this hotel.

I cannot be sorry I stay.

Going to kill

plenty Krauts,

shoot them all up.

See you later, friend.

[Whistling]

Oh, boy,

if you were my son...

[Speaking Polish]

Okey-dokey.

Is that right, sir?

Major Winston's jeep.

Right, sir.

We'll certainly be on

the lookout for it, sir.

A P.F.C., you say,

with... with a load

of typewriters in the back.

Well, if we see him,

we'll contact you, sir.

Uh, Blankey the cook

is working out rather well, sir.

Well, one problem,

his vichyssoise

taste a little too much

like potato soup.

Oh, they're supposed

to taste like potato soup.

[Speaking Polish]

Ammo?

No.

[Shell Falling]

Close?

Uh-huh.

Why you no...

no like Homer?

I your friend.

You shouldn't be here.

The heinies catch you here,

they'll torture you.

You'll spill

everything you know.

No!

Maybe.

Apple.

Pie!

Aah!

Homer, get down.

Hey, Cumberly.

Kolinsky,

bring that torch!

Aah!

Aah!

Aah!

Comrade!

Comrade!

Comrade!

Comrade!

Comrade.

Move him

into the pillbox.

Get Driscoll to rip that mike

off the Kraut wire.

Cut the Kraut mike.

He had a great system,

Sergeant.

He just never worried

about anything.

Larkin.

He's still alive.

Move him

into the pillbox.

Homer, Driscoll,

give Kolinsky a hand.

Then check

the remaining bodies.

Drag them

beyond the road.

Cumberly, too?

All of them.

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