Oh! What A Lovely War Page #7
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- Year:
- 1969
- 144 min
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There's a long, long trail a-winding
Into the land of my dream
Where the nightingales are singing
And a white moon beams
There's a long, long night of waiting
Until my dreams all come true
Till the day when I'll be going...
- Name?
- Connor.
- Chellis.
- Holland.
- Littman.
- Horace.
Complete victory.
The destruction of German militarism.
Victory march on Berlin.
Slow, deliberate fire is being maintained
on the enemy positions.
At this moment,
my men are advancing
across no-mars-land
in full pack,
dressing from left to right.
The men are forbidden,
under pain of court-martial,
to take cover
in any shell hole or dugout.
Their magnificent morale
will cause the enemy
to flee in confusion.
The attack will be driven home
with the bayonet.
I feel that every step I take
This is most unsatisfactory.
Where are the Sherwood Foresters?
This is the latest position.
- Whisky, sir?
- Thank you.
Where are the East Lancs on the right?
Out in no-mars-land.
They're sluggish
from too much sitting in the trenches.
Most of them, sir, will never rise again.
We must break through.
Regardless of loss, sir?
The loss of, say, another 300,000 men
may lead to really great results...
We lost 30,000 men
before lunchtime yesterday, sir.
...and will not impede
our ability to continue the offensive.
In any case, we have to calculate
on another great offensive next year.
If the slackers on the home front
see it our way, sir.
Quite.
We are rather short of men, sir.
Oh? What's left?
The new chappies
from Ireland have just arrived.
I see.
They are a wild, untrained lot.
Still, they'll be raring
to have a crack at the Boche.
They've only just got off the train.
Most haven't eaten for 48 hours, sir.
They're moving against
a weakened and demoralised enemy.
What they lack in training,
they'll make up for in gallantry.
Capture the German line
without further delay.
I think we made it.
Where are we, Sarge?
I reckon we've broken into a bit of a lull.
Yeah.
Nice, ain't it?
Aye. And peaceful.
Sniper.
I'd keep under cover if I were you.
Trouble is we've been fighting too well.
We've arrived ahead of ourselves.
Yeah.
Yeah.
What's that, Sarge?
What's what?
It's somebody shouting.
Hey, look.
There's some fellow
in that shell hole over there.
- Where?
- There! Do you see him?
There.
Back!
Come back!
Is it one of our boys?
Can't tell from here. Too far away.
He must have got it in the last attack.
Does he want any help then?
No. He's telling us
to get the hell back out of here.
Jesus, that's easier said than done.
You can say that again.
Keep down, Seamus.
- Did you see that one?
- It came from our boys!
- Hey, don't shoot!
- Don't shoot!
Now look what you've done.
You bloody idiots.
- Seamus.
- Sarge.
You're the fastest on your pins.
Nip back to HQ.
Tell the artillery
to save their shells for the Jerry,
and tell them
to raise their bloody sights a bit.
- Back through all that lot?
- Aye, sure.
Why, it's hardly nothing at all.
- Bring us back a couple of wee girls.
- Good luck, lad!
Good luck, Seamus!
Well, somebody's got to go.
Come on. Who's next?
- I don't mind, Sarge.
- Right.
Tell them there's hundreds of us
stranded up here in this ridge.
- And, Driscoll...
- Eh?
Watch it.
I'll do that.
Good luck, buddy.
If he's been shot now, I'll kill him.
He has, Sarge.
Well, I think it's best if we all
stick together in the one spot.
They've started shelling
for the next attack, Sarge!
Sit tight, lads.
We're out of the war now, boys.
Good morning, Mrs Howard.
Been at church today?
Well, I think we'll start.
I don't think
we're going to need the umbrellas.
Now, before I talk to you,
I should like to read you a letter
from George Bernard Shaw
to my mother.
Aye, aye, aye.
- Does your father know?
- He says,
"The men of our country
"are being sacrificed
by the blunders of boobies,
"the cupidity of capitalists,
"the ambition of conquerors,
"the lusts and lies and rancours
"of blood thirsts who love the war
"because it opens their prison doors
"and sets them on the throne
of power and popularity."
Now give us a song!
For the second time,
peace is being offered
to the sorely tired people
of the civilised world!
I don't like the title.
At the close of 1915,
President Wilson offered
an immediate armistice
to be followed by a peace conference.
Don't think much of the words, neither.
And in April of this year,
Germany herself proposed peace.
How do you know?
Got friends over there?
The exact terms of Germany's offer
have never been made known to us,
and I should like to ask Lloyd George
what his war aims are.
And I should like to ask you
what your old man has for dinner.
The politicians chatter like imbeciles
while civilisation bleeds to death.
Now you're talking like a traitor.
Pacifists is traitors.
I ask this gentleman...
Don't ask me. I don't know nothing.
I'm stupid.
the civilised world after another year.
You do not know what you do.
And the statesmen
wash their hands of the whole affair.
Why don't you wash your face?
Old Douglas Haig's got them on the run!
He's got them going!
Who tells you this?
The newspapers.
Who refuse to publish
the pacifist letters,
who distort the facts
about our so-called victories.
We are killing off, slowly but surely,
the best in the male population!
Here, don't you address
them words to me!
The sons of Europe are being crucified
on the barbed wire
because you misguided masses
are crying out for it!
- Her boy's at the front!
- My boy's at the front!
War cannot be won!
No one can win a war.
Is it your wish this war will go on and on
until Germany is beaten
into the ground?
Rule, Britannia
Britannia rules the waves
Britons, never, never, never
shall be slaves
Rule, Britannia
Britannia rules the waves
Britons, never, never, never
shall be slaves
I don't want to go to war
I'd rather stay at home
Around the streets to roam
And live on the earnings of a lady typist
I don't want a bayonet in me belly
I don't want me bollocks shot away
I'd rather stay in England
In merry, merry England
And fornicate me bleeding life away
Now, then, my lads, move along there.
No need to make
a nuisance of yourselves.
Well, where can we go, eh?
My sister-in-law Flo's place.
Your sister-in-law Flo
will talk about food rationing.
Then we go round to the boozer,
and old Charlie
will talk about the zeppelins.
Then we go down the street,
and I'll say...
I'll say, "What shall we do?"
And you say,
"Let's go to
my sister-in-law Flo's place."
And we get down there,
and she'll tell us
all about the food rationing.
Then we go round
to the boozer for a pint,
and old Charlie...
Oh, I wish I was back
with the bleeding battalion!
Parlez-vous
The Sergeant-Major's having a time
Parlez-vous
The Sergeant-Major's having a time
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