Saints and Soldiers Page #3
That is sick.
Yes, I'm sure you prefer
to use your fingers.
That's much better, Hickey.
Very distinguished.
That's better
than carrying it around
in your pocket all day.
That good reading?
Do you believe in a life
after this one?
Not a chance in hell.
When we first got there,
I was working on this kid.
He was shot up pretty bad.
He kept saying, "Please, God."
"Please, God," over and over...
like it meant something.
Then two minutes later
he was dead.
There wasn't a thing
When I looked into his eyes...
there wasn't nothing there.
Nothing.
That's when I realized that...
this is it.
It's funny.
What can possibly be funny
about that?
No, I don't mean funny funny.
It's just that, uh...
We were just outside
Sainte-Mere-Englise.
We were getting pounded
pretty hard.
And I was holding this--
this kid on my lap, and...
he was shot up pretty good.
And I remember him praying.
And I was praying too.
Then all of a sudden, he--
he was gone.
And that was--
that was it, really.
That was the first time that I--
that I really watched somebody die.
But right then,
I knew that he was--
he was in a better place than that.
How convenient for you.
Convenient?
Yeah, that's
what I was just thinking
about what you said.
Funny, huh?
Where you from?
Arizona.
I know, Arizona.
Where in Arizona?
Snowflake.
Snowflake--
What do you do
in Snowflake for fun?
Hunting.
What do you hunt?
Whatever's in season.
So you like to shoot things?
Forget I asked.
So why do you like
the Krauts so much?
'Cause I know 'em.
I know that most of 'em
are just like you and me.
They just wear
a different uniform.
a pretty nice fella?
Once you get to know him--
it's just a different uniform?
That's not what I said.
And those guys at
Malmedy--they're just like us,
except they got
different helmets on?
If it makes it easier
for you to hate 'em,
then go right ahead.
You know what,
if it weren't for them,
I'd be finishing up med school
and putting a cast
on Billy's leg 'cause he broke
it on his bicycle.
But instead,
I'm taking lead
out of his 17-year-old
brother's gut,
'cause he wanted
to serve his country,
and he lied about his age.
And now he's spitting up blood,
lying in the dirt,
and asking God
to come and save him.
It's more than a different uniform.
Are they crossed by yet?
They must be stalled
somewhere in here.
Yeah, this weather can't be
helping them much.
How far is it to Manhay?
About 15 kilometers.
All right.
we should be able to beat 'em.
Get there by dark.
All right.
Let's move out.
Come on.
Ahhhh!
Kendrick!
Kendrick!
Kendrick!
Okay, buddy? Okay?
Kendrick, can you hear me?
We can't do this here!
We gotta get out of this.
If we stop now,
there's no way
we're going
to make it in time.
If we can't move,
they can't move.
And we can't move!
Get him out of here.
Come on.
We're going, we're going.
Careful, careful.
Stand right there.
Do not move.
No, no.
You can't sit down.
You've gotta keep moving.
Get up.
Get up.
Keep moving.
Winley.
Give me your gun.
Just stand there,
keep your eyes open.
I'll go with ya.
I got it, Deac.
But, Sarge, I can--
Corporal!
Just open the door.
It's okay, okay.
It's okay.
I'm not gonna hurt you, okay.
I'm American.
Put the knife down!
Put it down!
I don't want--
Put it down!
It's okay.
It's okay, look,
I'm putting the gun down.
Okay?
Put the knife down.
I'm an American, okay?
It's okay,
it's okay.
Okay, put it down.
American.
American.
Yeah.
It's okay, fellas.
It's okay, uh...
This is, uh,
this is Madam Thearey.
Catherine.
Catherine, Catherine.
Uh, and this is Sophie.
Bon jour.
Bon jour.
Ah, yeah, yeah, we're all--
we're all Americans.
Uh, except for him.
He's, uh, he's British.
He's from, you know, England.
Bien.
Merci.
Merci.
Merci, Catherine.
What did she just say?
Goodbye...
in French.
Gunderson.
It's 15:
00 hours.We did everything we could,
Winley.
We certainly did.
Still...
here I sit
all nice and comfy, while...
You boys have been super.
But I'm figuring
I best get on with it.
Look, if I start now,
I can probably get there
before morning.
Yeah.
You could try.
I just don't know
what your frozen dead body
is gonna do for anybody.
You can give these
to Kendrick if you want.
Cheerio.
Winley.
You let him go.
He's not our prisoner, Gould.
He's gonna die out there.
Yes, he is.
Catherine.
Bon jour.
Bread.
Thank you.
Winley?
Oh, Winley?
Yeah, yeah, yeah...
Deac?
We got company.
Oh, Sophie!
Catherine...
No!
No!
No, no!
No!
Hands off!
Hands off!
You gotta take him, Deac.
Deac!
Deac, get the Luger!
Damn!
Did you get him?
We lost him.
What happened to "dead eye"?
I don't know.
I just couldn't hit him.
Couldn't or wouldn't?
Hey, I did not miss
on purpose!
That's a lie!
That's enough!
If Deacon says he just missed him,
he just missed him.
We've got other things
Look what I found!
I heard gunshots,
so I started
back through the woods,
and I found
this little bugger...
kneeling down, praying
Shut up, Kendrick!
I'm with Kendrick.
Let's shoot him.
With his own gun!
We don't shoot prisoners, people.
Yeah, but he does.
Shoot him!
Shut up, Kendrick!
What's wrong with you?
Shoot him!
Winley, put the gun down!
You will obey my orders!
Rudy?
What's going on?
Deacon!
This is Rudolph Gertz
from Berlin.
When I was on my mission,
I taught his family, and I c--
I never miss.
Gundy, I didn't hit him...
but I never miss.
Sergeant.
Hmm.
Did you give my cigarettes to, uh...
Thanks.
No problem.
So, Winley,
why did you come back?
I heard gunshots,
and I realized I was probably
going to die out there.
I'm not proud of it.
You made a choice.
You're still alive.
That's good for you.
Yes, that's true.
It's midnight.
Gould, you're up.
I see our prisoners-of-war's
having fun.
What'd he say name was?
Adolf.
He gives me the creeps.
It's Rudolph.
Whatever.
Hey, Winley,
I'll make you a deal.
You pick a card, any card,
the put it back in the deck.
If I can find your card
in this deck,
you give me one of them smokes.
What do you say?
Deal.
Okay.
Got it?
Okay, now,
you just tell me when to stop.
Stop.
This is your card.
Nope.
Sorry, Hickey.
This is your card.
The French lady is coming.
Bon jour, Catherine.
Bon jour.
Thank you.
Thank you all.
Allez.
Joyeux Noel.
Merci.
Merci.
Frhliche Weihnacht.
Frhliche...
Deacon!
Where is he?
Where's the Kraut, Deacon?
You let him go.
You let him go!
No, no, Deacon!
Off, off!
Let's go, right now!
Hey, who had watch, Gould?
Who had watch?!
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