Objective, Burma! Page #6

if they're there. We'll wait for the signal.

Come on, Soapy. Let's go.

You better tell these fellas

to wait in the jungle.

You two go ahead. Cover us.

There's a couple of monkeys

in there we got to get.

O'Neil...

you and Rafferty

set a couple of grenade traps.

Stick one in here and one over there.

Yes, sir.

Corporal.

Put about five men that end of the village.

- Take a machine gun with you.

- Yes, sir.

Looks like my mother-in-law's house

in the Bronx.

She's crazy about dogs, too.

Set it in there, Pete.

Brophy over there. Hank, up top.

Nebraska, what did you find?

- I found our boys, Captain.

- Where?

But I wish I hadn't, sir.

They're all cut to pieces.

Too awful to look at.

That's Harris.

Isn't it?

- But who are the others?

- I don't know.

How do I know who they are?

If they were my brothers

I still wouldn't know.

Take it easy.

They can't feel anything now.

But Jacobs. Where's Jacobs?

Where's Jacobs?

Take their tags.

- Bury them.

- Yes, sir.

We found Lt. Jacobs, sir.

Please.

No more.

Sid.

No more, please.

Leave me alone. Please.

It's me, Nelson.

Nelson.

Kill me, Nelson.

Please shoot me.

We're gonna get you out of here.

We're not gonna let you stay here.

Don't touch me.

The others got it, too...

when they wouldn't talk.

"How many men in your party?"

Over and over...

And then they died.

Listen, Nelson, do me a favor.

- Will you, please?

- Anything.

Kill me, Nelson.

Please kill me.

I ask you.

Please.

I've been a newspaperman for 30 years.

I thought I'd seen or...

read about everything...

that one man can do to another.

From the torture chambers

of the Middle Ages...

to the gang wars and

the lynchings of the day.

But this...

This is different.

This was done in cold blood.

By a people who...

claim to be civilized!

Civilized!

They're degenerate, immoral idiots.

Stinking little savages.

Wipe them out, I say.

Wipe them off the face of the Earth!

Wipe them off

the face of the Earth, the bastards.

Sid.

I never thought...

I'd be glad to see you dead.

- Here are the tags, sir.

- Right.

We got about 16 of them,

but they still outnumber us 2 to 1.

Go back to the corporal.

Tell him to pull the machine gun out.

He's got to cover us

until we cross the swamp.

- Go ahead.

- Yes, sir.

Treace...

you better hang on to these.

I'm going with him.

- But, sir...

- Go on, get going.

When you get your men across,

set the machine gun up to cover us. Go on.

Come on, Mig.

Let's give them a couple of pineapples.

Mazel tov!

Get in the water. Stay close to the bank.

Come on, on the double with that gun!

Now, Miggy, Smith!

Come on.

All right, pull that gun out.

Get going, Treace.

- Lift him up and carry him. Snap it up.

- We won't have to, Captain.

Get his tag.

So long, Soapy.

- Colonel in yet?

- Not yet, sir.

- What's up?

- Plenty.

Wingate and Cochran flew in yesterday.

Big conference, GHQ.

Must be big. Nearly 6:00 a.m.

They've been at it all night.

They're still at it.

I'm loaded with supplies for Nelson.

Wonder if I ought to wait.

- They've left instructions for you.

- Barker, come over here.

When you contact Nelson...

You better write this down.

Nelson was to proceed

along this line due west.

That's out.

Tell him to disregard

all previous instructions.

He's to go north...

to map reference D-2...

He's to get there as quickly as possible

then stay there.

Disregard all previous instructions.

Proceed north

to map reference D-247850...

- and stay there.

- That's it.

I think I'll get some sleep.

- What's up?

- Can't tell you. But it's okay, believe me.

Hey, Pop, writing a letter to your mother?

No, son, to yours, to all your mothers.

What you thinking about, Gabby?

I wonder what happened to those

two Zulus I had a date with last week.

- Looks like one of our ships, sir.

- Try and contact him, Broph.

Army 27805 from Red Leader.

Acknowledge.

This is Army 27805 to Red Leader.

This is official from Black Leopard.

Disregard all previous instructions. Over.

Just a minute, Barker, while I get my map.

Open to "D" reference.

Okay, ready. Over.

Proceed north to map reference D-247850

as quickly as possible.

And stay there. End of message. Over.

North?

North to map reference D-247850.

- Okay, got it. Over.

- Stand by. We're coming in for a run.

Take it away.

He said north.

I don't get it.

Why, that's directly away from the base.

- We aren't going home?

- Guess not.

I don't get it.

Don't like it either.

Neither do I.

It's orders. So that's where we're going.

You hear that? We ain't going home.

I hope they know what they're doing.

If they order us north, they've

a good reason for ordering us north.

Maybe.

Maybe we're going

to contact the Chinese troops.

Maybe there's another landing strip.

I'll bet that's what it is,

another landing strip.

It could be

there's a British outpost up there.

- Maybe that's why...

- Yeah, maybe.

Maybe if your aunt had a beard,

she'd be your uncle.

I got it. I got the whole solution.

Maybe there's a nice saloon up north

with scoopers of beer a foot high.

And Burmese dancing girls crying

their eyes out just to hold your hand.

Maybe there's a cute little

vine-covered cottage by a waterfall.

Your old gray-haired mother standing

on the front porch waiting...

with a pitcher of milk in each mitt. Maybe.

He's gonna drop it in our laps this time.

Come on, let's bring it in.

Ambush!

Come on.

No, Pete! Come back!

The radio. Smashed to bits.

Come on.

All right, you tell me. Where is he?

How many men has Nelson got left?

Are they alive, or are they dead?

Give me some answers.

At least a portion of the force was left

when they contacted our supply plane.

That was days ago. Take a look at this.

It was taken this morning.

Supply bundles

lying where they were dropped.

Three dead men to keep company,

and play host to every fly in Burma.

Maybe one of them is Nelson.

- How do we know?

- We don't.

They must have run into

a superior Jap force in the clearing.

Couldn't pick up supplies.

Nelson lit out, the Japs lit out after him.

Even if he got away from the Japs, by now

he's certainly out of food and supplies.

He's certainly behind

the well-known eight ball.

Here come the reconnaissance pilots.

How'd you make out?

- Any trace of Nelson?

- No, sir.

I went up and down that route

like a kid on a bicycle. From...

here to here.

I covered this leg on a 90-degree sweep.

Didn't see a thing.

This was my route.

I flew high and low for three hours.

If there was anything underneath

those trees, I didn't see it.

Not a sign of them.

All right, the search is over.

We've got two days of briefing

ahead of us...

and an important operation

at the end of it.

Thanks very much.

Where's Barker?

Why wasn't he here?

Why hasn't he checked in?

He's at the advance base. He's making

a big sweep today and tomorrow.

- Did you tell him it was his last trip?

- No, sir.

I didn't have the guts to tell him, sir.

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