Memorial Day Page #3

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a couple more men outside. Specialist.

Copy that, sir.

I'll go. It's cooler here.

Here.

Fill up your Camelbak.

Aguilar.

I won't tell anyone, Sergeant.

Thank you.

The face of the operation,

ladies and gentlemen!

Let's bring some U.S. Army order

to this cluster.

Your men do excellent work,

Sergeant.

Sergeant.

Get down!

My guys aren't grunts,

but we can secure this goddamn mess.

Can your guys deal with the buildings?

- Yes, sir!

- Do it then.

Alpha team, on me, Bravo team,

stack up, let's go!

Sully, you got cover fire.

You're ATL now. Sully, go, go, go!

- High-low on my command.

- Hep.

Ready, ready, together.

Got a closed door. Left!

Connelly, breach!

Move it.

Last man!

Move up! Move up! Move up!

Move! Move! Move!

Get a door in front. Keep flowing.

- Sully, take him.

- Got him.

- Krepeau secure him!

- Roger!

Keep flowing!

Status!

- Alpha team, up.

- Dead Hadji to the front.

Sully, let's clear him.

Nice work, Sergeant.

I'll have my guys clean this up.

You take a minute.

One week.

Can you believe that?

He got his citizenship papers last Tuesday.

I assumed you knew, Sergeant.

At least he died an American.

You need to drop your pack

once in a while.

You know that, right?

Right.

Be a good leader,

just not all the time.

That's not what I meant

and you know it.

My orders were clear, ma'am.

One bad decision and somebody dies.

That's reality.

Sometimes the worst decision

is not trusting anyone.

What's that supposed to mean?

You and Bud are good at stowing things.

I am not my grandfather, ma'am.

So when you get back home, you're gonna

open the war chest for your son?

How do you know I have a son?

Well, you're not collecting things

just for yourself.

What's his name?

How do you deal with the ones

who die on your watch, ma'am?

Not very well.

His name is Zachary, "Z Man."

He's five,

gonna be a future center fielder.

Like Kirby Puckett?

Like his old man.

So, why do you think your

grandfather chose you?

Well, I found the footlocker, ma'am.

I think he knew that I'd "get it."

We can stop if you want.

Nope, a deal is a deal.

But, you're not having any fun.

Oh, I've been far worse than this, Kylie.

I think I can handle telling a few stories.

Besides, is the enemy still spying on us?

Go ahead.

Pick a good one.

Okay.

Was he your friend?

Yup.

Jack O'Hara.

This was taken at Camp Mackall,

before we shipped off to England.

You can tell neither

of those faces has ever seen combat.

Let's just say this one didn't count.

Go ahead, pick another one.

Tell me about him.

Grab that knife there,

now that's a hell of a story.

No, he was your platoon sergeant.

Right?

What happened to him?

How'd he die?

Yep.

Although it is a danger

we all willingly face,

no soldier wishes to meet his

end on the field of battle.

Yet, offered two paths, he will gladly

choose death in the name of justice

on the last day before victory,

over life in the grip of tyranny.

Your son could not choose his time to die,

but rest assured, in his life he chose

to serve the cause of justice.

Justice will prevail.

Yours respectfully,

Lieutenant Richard C. Vogel.

Pater noster qui es in coelis,

sanctificetur nomen tuum.

Panem nostrum quotidianum

da nobis hodie.

Amen.

Isn't this a glorious site, sir?

They'll see the same thing

back home in a few hours if it's clear.

You German guys need to lighten up,

you know that?

Victor Borge is German.

He's Danish and you know it.

There were two Catholic churches in

my neighborhood.

The German one was closer by six blocks,

but we went to St. Malachy, the Irish one.

One day my old man tells me to go

to Confession.

So, I sneak into the German church,

and the minute I say, "Bless me,

Father, for I have sinned,"

the priest, who can't even see me,

says through the screen,

"You don't belong to this church,

do you?" "No," I say.

I mean, I'm not gonna lie, I'm in Confession.

And you know what he says to me?

Keep walking.

I should have left the church right

then and there.

But I didn't.

And you know why?

Because I'm loyal.

I am loyal as a goddamn dog.

You're in high spirits tonight,

Sergeant.

Spring is here, the Lord is risen,

and we're over the Rhine.

What's not to love?

There's victory in the air,

and it smells

an awful lot like Irene's perfume.

You know what I smell?

Same thing I've smelled since Normandy:

diesel, cordite and death.

It's a long way to Berlin, Sergeant.

Donnelly! Donnelly, stuff that

smile where the sun can't find it!

Brandt, dig that hole until you hit Peking!

Is something funny, Califano?

Come on, Sarge, Hitler's army is down

to ankle biters and cane jockeys.

Everybody knows that.

I just saw into the future.

You know who the last Yank was to die

before the Krauts surrendered?

Some Mussolini WOP bastard

from Long Island.

Listen up.

I know you boys feel like we got

this thing wrapped up.

Thanks to you,

the Krauts are on their heels.

Our orders are to hold this position.

Our expectation is for a counteroffensive.

Full battalion, werewolf

operation, who knows?

Whatever they send, we will be ready.

We will defeat them.

And you men will stay sharp!

Because I'll be damned if I'm going to write

one more letter like this one. Are we clear?

Yes, sir.

Let's get to work.

Are we expecting armor, sir?

From the east, they're moving fast.

Corporal, get us some air power.

We're gonna hit their flanks fast. I'll

take the north. You take the south.

Let them drive through,

we'll pin them against the river.

All right? Meet me at the church.

Yes, sir.

Sergeant? I'll be there.

Let's go Able Team!

Baker Team, let's go!

Incoming!

Brandt, get me the Gammon.

Wish me luck.

Fall back! Let's go!

Califano, let's go!

Jesus, Gorski, not you.

Riley, grab that bench.

Okay.

Looks like I'm buying you smokes

for the rest of your life.

Just hang in there.

Get inside. You guys okay?

All accounted for, sir?

Yours?

Calif ands hit, he'll live.

You were right.

This time.

You keeping score?

Jack! Jack! Medic!

Help me get him in!

Help him! Come on.

You're gonna make it, Jack!

Do something! Help him God dammit!

You're okay Jack. Look at me.

Stay with me! You got to fight this!

You're gonna make it.

Jack, don't you leave me.

Jack, stay with me.

Stay with me, Jack!

Stay with me, Jack.

Stay with me.

Stay with me, Jack.

Help him! Help him!

Stay with me, Jack.

Stay with...

- Lieutenant!

- Bring him to me.

Lieutenant!

Look at me! Look at me!

How old do you think this kid is?

How old do you think this runt is?

12, 13, if that, sir!

What do you want us to do, sir?

This group is green.

We're gonna drive them to the river.

They'll surrender like all the rest.

Gorski?

- Yes, sir.

Take that prisoner inside.

Yes, sir.

Are you okay, Opa?

Opa?

Are you okay, Opa?

It's okay.

Get down from there, Jamie.

Now go in the kitchen,

it's time to serve dinner.

Oh, Ruthy, Ruthy.

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