Oh! What A Lovely War Page #4
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- 1969
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across the platform!
Come on, come on!
Double round the back there!
I said dress off from the left!
Some of you don't know
your left from your right!
Carry him gently, boys.
Don't worry.
We'll soon have you back at the front.
You're like a load of pregnant women!
Blimey, if this is the way
you've been carrying on out there,
we ain't got no chance!
Hey, you! Pay attention, will you?
You're back in Blighty now!
And I want to see
you set some good examples!
A couple of days with you lot,
we'll soon whip you into some shape.
We want some spit and polish here.
We're going out in a minute,
marching off.
We're going down the street,
you'd better look lively.
Right. Get your stretcher party
moving, Corporal.
Now, get a move on!
- Stretcher party, ready.
- Right, now pull yourselves together.
Form up in two ranks on the left!
Come along!
Party, attention!
Left turn!
By the right!
Quick march!
Pack up your troubles
in your old kit bag
Come on, now! Pick 'em up!
Quit smiling!
Smile, smile, smile
While you've a lucifer to light your fag
Smile, boys, that's the style
What's the use of worrying
It never was won'thwhile
So pack up your troubles
in your old kit bag
And smile, smile, smile
Read all about it!
First wounded boys home from France!
Read all about it!
Thank you.
I'm so glad it's real champagne.
So many of even the best people
give one cider nowadays.
not while the war's on.
I think that's
a splendid gesture, Stephen.
I say, isn't that Olivia?
Doesrt she look adorable?
So many women
simply look depressing in mourning.
Now, come along, Elenor.
Come along, come along.
It is a bit rotten, you know,
all those chaps getting killed
and all that sort of thing.
Not at all.
The men at the front
simply adore the war.
I had a letter from Julian the other day.
- Oh?
- Champagne, sir.
He said it's like a great big picnic.
Nobody grumbles at him
for getting dirty.
Oh, dear.
Not a bit like Christmas, is it?
No. It's awfully dull.
Father's business has had
the most frightful knock.
We'd all agreed
that the French and Germans
shouldn't touch
the iron ore works in Alsace-Lorraine,
goes and drops a bomb.
Oh, dear. That is too bad.
What happened?
He got court-martialled.
- Splendid.
- Yeah.
We're hoping to get
the contracts for tin hats.
The whole army has to have them.
How nice.
to knit something,
- you know, mittens and things.
- That's a good idea.
We sent a parcel to the chauffeur's son.
Some Benger's Food,
a tinder box, compass
and some nerve tonic.
- How very nice.
- Yeah, I thought so.
Do look.
Bleeding Benger's Food
Well, you shouldn't
have thanked him for the last lot.
"phosphorine gives
immediate relief and freedom
"from the severe exhaustion
"and steady loss of nerve force
"which occurs
when under constant shellfire."
Hey, what's up with you?
Have you got company?
Yeah, you know last time I went down
to that delousing station,
all they did was stick
a hot iron over my trousers.
I came out with more than I went in with.
- Yeah.
- Well, give us a read of it.
"If I should die, think only this of me
"That there's some corner
of a foreign field
"That is forever England
There shall be
"In that rich earth
a richer dust concealed
"A dust whom England bore,
shaped, made aware
"Gave, once, her flowers to love
"her ways to roam
"A body of England's
breathing English air
"Washed by the rivers
blessed by sons of home"
Hey, Mac. Will you listen to that?
Yeah. They're copping it
down Railway Wood tonight.
No. That's Hill 60.
No, not that. Listen.
What is it?
Singing.
in the next trench.
No. That's Jerry.
That's an hymn.
No, it's a carol.
They sing well for a lot of bastards,
don't they?
Sing up, Jerry. I cannae hear ye.
Put a sock in it. Let's listen.
Nice, wasrt it?
Very nice, matey!
Hello, Tommy!
Hello, Tommy!
He heard you.
Hello!
Eh?
How are you?
I'm very well, thank you.
Good night!
Happy Christmas!
Well, there's another day gone.
- Hey, it's Christmas.
- Not today.
Tomorrow, you great goonie.
I forgot it was Christmas.
Tommy! Tommy!
He doesn't give up, does he?
What's the matter?
It is for you now
to sing us a good song
for Christmas, ja?
- Ja!
- Ja.
Who's going to sing, then?
Give them up one of yours, Garbett.
Aye, give them yours, Ben.
It was Christmas day in the cookhouse
The happiest day of the year
Mers hearts were full of gladness
And their bellies full of beer
When up spoke Private Shorthouse
His face as bold as brass
Saying, 'We don't want
your Christmas pudding
'You can stick it up your... '
Tidings of comfort and joy
Comfort and joy
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy
It was Christmas day in the harem
The eunuchs were standing round
And hundreds of beautiful women
Were stretched out on the ground
When in came the bold, bad Sultan
Saying, 'What do you want
for Christmas, boys? '
And the eunuchs answered...
Tidings of comfort and joy
Comfort and joy
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy
Bravo, Tommy!
English carols is very beautiful.
Hey, Tommy.
Hey, are you still there?
- Aye!
- Yeah!
You drink with us, ja?
- Ja!
- Ja!
You like some good
deutschen Schnaps?
- That's whisky.
- Yes!
Sling it over!
Tomorrow we meet you in the middle!
Aye, the middle of Piccadilly.
It's funny to hear them speak in English.
Yeah, well, they learned it
all at school, didn't they?
See you in the penalty area!
Happy Christmas!
- Happy Christmas.
- Aye, happy Christmas.
Good night, Jerry.
Ta.
Jim?
Cocoa.
Ooch, ta.
Hey, Jack.
Hey!
Hello, Tommy.
About bloody time, too.
That's good stuff, Jerry.
Aye. Thank you very much.
Fritz.
How are you, Fritz?
Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas.
How's the Kaiser?
Freuter.
How do you do? Hawkins.
Do you know when the war will end?
After our spring offensive,
I should think.
- How are your trenches?
- Terrible.
Not fit for pigs.
When it rains,
we're up to our knees in mud and water.
Arert you sick of the war?
Before the war, I was staying in Suffolk,
and I left there a three-and-one-half
horsepower motorcycle.
And also a girl.
Hey, do you hear that?
This chap's got a girlfriend in Suffolk.
You can send her a message,
telling her that I am all right over here.
I mean, I will write name
and address for you.
I suppose it's all right.
Cigarette?
Are they Virginian?
Aye. Straight cut.
Ah, nein, danke. I only smoke Turkish.
Have a cigar.
Thank you.
We will not ever shoot again,
unless you start.
Do you hear that?
That will suit us, man, I can tell you.
Here. We'll drink to that.
That is Scottish schnapps.
This is your guns that are shooting?
No. It's the bastard English, not us.
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