Hell to Eternity Page #6

Enemy infiltration in sector 4.

Three Japs just scooted into a cave.

Roger. Bird's Nest report

infiltration in section 4, sir.

Hazen, get your people and move out.

Search squad, saddle up, let's move.

- okay, number 3. Let's go.

- Go.

- What's up?

- Activity at the oP.

I knew I saw something.

You were just relieved, Gabaldon.

Maybe you need somebody to yak at the enemy.

Let's not push our luck too far, huh?

Hazen.

Hazen, get a grenade in there.

Gabby.

She says her mother and brother and

some other children are in there.

Get her a medic, will you?

Watch yourself.

Corpsman.

Let's go.

I knew he'd get it. I just knew it.

Move in and blast them.

Well, some prisoners at last, huh?

- Ricco, take them to interrogation.

- Yes, sir.

These people have been holed up for

three days without any food or water.

Ricco, feed them first, huh?

Right, captain.

Gabby, what was that

shooting all about in there?

oh, I had to let one of them have it.

An Imperial Marine, it's

the first one I've seen.

Captain, where's the girl?

There.

I was sweating you out in there.

Thanks.

How is she?

Hey, captain.

There must be a lot of soldiers and civilians

left up in these hills, including women.

Most of them are starving. Maybe

I try to talk them into giving up.

Galbaldon, are you out of your mind?

You're looking to get your head blown off.

Yeah, but I'd still like to try, sir.

Better go with him, Polaski.

Go on.

You know, girls are nuts.

Imagine, she asks if I've been true to her.

How can I be anything else with nothing

but lousy trees, gyrenes and Japs?

oh, what a guy.

- Who?

- George, my brother.

You'd think he'd tell me himself? No.

- Kaz has got to do it.

- Kaz?

- George?

- Yeah, he made corporal.

He knocks out a tank and discovers

1500 cases of wine in a cellar.

I'll bet you that whole

442nd went on a binge.

You got brothers in that outfit?

Well, now, don't knock it, jarhead.

They wind up with more medals

than any outfit in the service.

our patrol got jumped, captain, but good.

Split us up. Hazen's

bottled up in a shell hole.

Polaski and Andrews are trying

to keep Japs off his back.

All you men move out. Lead off, Martini.

on the double.

All right, you men here. Circle

around, try to set up a crossfire.

Maybe that'll give him a chance. Move. Move.

Hey, Bill.

Hey, Bill.

Bill.

- Gabby?

- Bill, are you okay?

I took one in the leg.

Hang on, buddy, hang on.

Haven't got much to hang on with.

Get them with a grenade. We'll cover you.

Move. Move.

They're almost on him.

- Gabby.

- Bill.

You lousy bastards.

You rats.

- Gabby.

- Gabby.

Want to fight?

- Sir, you wanted to see me?

- Yeah.

Cigarette?

- No, thanks.

- Smoke your own brand if you wish.

Gabby, you're a damn good Marine.

I'm not saying that what

you're doing is wrong.

But we have plenty of men

around here who can kill Japs.

That's the general idea isn't it, to kill?

That's right.

But you're the exception.

I'm sure the campaign here on

Saipan has been shortened...

...because of the

prisoners you've brought in.

Is that all, captain?

No, that's not all.

Look, you can't bring Hazen back, he's dead.

There are still a lot of live Marines

and you can help them stay that way.

All right, that's all.

Gabby...

...every man killed in action leaves

behind him a friend like you...

...who'll remember him forever.

Mail call.

Aaron.

Adams.

Davis.

What about me, handsome?

Gabaldon.

Gabaldon.

It's straight v-mail. It

ain't special delivery.

Thanks.

Dear All-American boy:

Here you see I write English now.

Papa is fine. Still work in fields.

Son George being sent

home now for healing wound.

He be well soon, marry Ester.

They engaged by mail.

Son Kaz stay yet in Italy and be hero.

We very proud of you.

You hero too.

It is good what you write of the little girl.

And the old man and women.

To live in cave much

worse than a camp. Not so?

Let everyone pray. Soon all war be over.

No more mess.

We be together again...

...happy, laughing.

Sons give many grandchilds.

Nobody enemy anymore.

I now hug you with love. Mama-san.

Gabaldon.

Jump in, I want to show you something.

That's a P.W. talking, one of their own.

It was hammered into them that

we torture and butcher them.

They believe it.

Now they're killing

themselves in wholesale lots.

oh, not the kid.

You want to bet?

Wait.

Mama-san, wait.

No.

- I was gonna wing her.

- We don't shoot civilians.

But we've got to stop her.

- I could have stopped her.

- No, Gabby.

Not with a rifle.

Gabby, we've been scouting out in the

boondocks all night. No prisoners, nothing.

It's daylight. Let's get some sack time.

okay, there's some cover over there.

Hey, Lenny, look. Jap rations and ammo.

Yeah, with things going so

rough, they wouldn't leave stuff.

That sounded close to the ground.

Yeah. A spider pit guarding those supplies.

Hey.

Your eviction notice, buddy.

Here, I'll give you a hand.

Smells like a bunch of mackerel

crawled in here and died.

Yeah, well, they ought to

be coming back for supplies.

- Maybe we can pick up something.

- I think I already have.

- Who's that? Your wife?

- Yeah.

That's a nice picture.

Thanks.

I think I'll get some shuteye.

- Hey, Lenny.

- Yeah.

Look out.

He says General Matsui is coming.

- Matsui?

- Yeah.

Something big must be going on.

He's one of the high

mucky-mucks on this island.

He says they're running low on ammo

and the men are sick and starving.

They're out of food.

He says in death there is honor.

And American blood's gonna flow like a river.

They're going to attack,

with one against one.

He says the attack's

gonna start at 0700 hours.

They're gonna group at a

point that's marked on the map.

That's only one hour away.

I'd sure like to get my hands on that map.

Watch it.

Hey, Lenny, look, he's going into a cave.

Yeah.

We've got to get that map to headquarters.

A sudden banzai attack could

wipe out thousands of our men...

...before they ever know what hit them.

okay.

All right. Get Back. Get back inside.

All clear. Grab the imperial peacock

and let's get out of here, Guy.

- I will not go with you.

- No?

Let's blast him right

now and get it over with.

Shooting me will not serve your purpose.

Good soldiers prepare for any contingency.

Capture or death.

The orders have been given.

All right, we're just wasting time talking.

- Take the map and get out.

- What'll you do with him?

oh, I'll play it by ear. Go on, get going.

All right. I'll catch hell for this but

- Good luck, Mac.

- Hey, Lenny.

- Yeah?

You be back by 0700 or there

ain't gonna be no Mac, okay?

okay.

Soldier.

You're either a very brave man or you're mad.

In either case you are

dead if you remain here.

You let me worry about that.

Those guys will be back before you know it.

Whenever I choose to leave, I'll do so.

You try it and I'll put a

bullet through your head.

You better come off it, general.

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