Stalingrad Page #2

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With this you can cut

up the russians.

Smoke them out.

Take cover!

Take cover in the bomb craters!

Watch out, Gas Tanks!

Come on, men.

The enemy artillery shells are coming closer.

Run already!

What is it, come on!

Keep going.

I don't want to leave!

Come out!

Get a grip, A**hole!

Leave him. Take his tag and

come with me.

If you won't come with me

I can't help you.

Die a miserable death then.

Move on!

I tried to warn you. Idiot.

Follow me!

Impossible, captain.

There is no "Impossible".

I need smoke grenades.

Smoke grenades!

We have to take out their gun.

Smoke grenades, Fritz.

He's right. You can't

get through there.

Feldmann, make up for your

mistake.

You wanted your wife to be

proud of you.

Let me go.

No, let me go. I can do it.

I know, son.

We give you covering fire.

Run!

He owed me that one.

Go!

Show them.

Pflger, from the left,

Witzland, from the right.

Vorwrts! Follow me!

Cover us and shoot at everything.

Go, buddy.

Dieter.

I shot him.

Shoot, shoot!

Put your hands in the air.

Quick. Davai!

I shot my friend!

It was me!

I shot him!

- I want to die!

- Shut up.

Shut the f*** up.

It was an accident.

It's a common thing

in close combat.

If it had been a Russian

you would be dead now.

Mama, i'm leaving you.

Mama, stay!

What am I going to do now...

we stay together?

Mother...

I...

Pflger, come back!

Keep your heads down!

I need the petrol can!

Next target:
control room.

At 1800, german time.

I need two volunteers.

- We'll do it, Captain.

- Fine.

Come on, push buddy!

One, two.... GO!

This is worth of an Iron Cross.

It'll look good in the coffin.

Take cover!

Mother won't bear it if I die.

There is my iron cross.

Do it already. Do you want to

lose 300 men?

Vorwrts!

Secure the entrances!

Stop!

Stop!

I have crapped my pants.

I have f***ing crapped my pants.

You are not the only one.

(Hitler talks in the Radio:) I wanted to do it differently.

I wanted to go to the Volga.

to a place,

a town.

It has the name of Stalin,

but this was not the real reason.

It was an important strategic

point.

You can cut off 30 Millions

tons of traffic there,

the oil traffic.

There the wheat streams from the

Ukraine and from Kuban intersect

and there is also an important

route for manganese ore.

It is a gigantic terminal.

I wanted to take it.

And we are humble.

Because we already took it.

But there is still resistance.

Now, some people say:

"Why are you not fighting?"

I don't want a second Verdun.

I prefer to use very small

raiding parties.

Time is not important.

There is no ship going up

the Volga anymore. THAT is the important thing.

We should keep our eyes open

for Ivan.

"A tiny little raiding party. "

- What was that?

- There are 62 men left.

And in the beginning we

started out with 400 men.

Why don't you tell everybody.

To lift the spirits.

At least we have Ivan's stove.

F***ing stuttering, after the attack.

I'd rather stutter,

than have a cold ass.

Ja.

Congratulations. You are still

alive.

Yes, let's smoke.

- I don't need liquid courage.

- A**hole.

What do you think?

Nothing.

If you start to think here,

you will become mad.

So i try not to think think.

Scope.

You have a button here.

You push it

and think about nothing anymore.

Excuse me.

Be happy that you are still able to cry.

That means your engine is still

running.

What's your name?

Mller.

We have plenty of other Mllers.

At least until the next attack.

The super dangerous Mller.

"G.G.M."

Everything alright, GG?

What is it?

The Russians are trying to

rescue their wounded.

So I shot at them.

The Russians are doing the same.

Can anybody speak russian?

Me, Herr Lieutenant.

Ask if they accept a cease fire

so that we can recover the wounded.

That's forbidden. The captain

won't allow it.

Shut the f*** up.

Stupid son of a b*tch.

That would be regular procedure.

In this town

nobody cares about that.

Wlk, this is an order.

Our commander

wants to rescue the wounded.

They agreed, but we have to go first.

-I don't go.

-Me neither.

- Emigholz.

- Yes, sir.

Transmit the cease fire.

We need medics.

Biene 1 to Quartier.

Ceasefire. We need medics.

I go with him.

You better stay here.

It's ok.

You look like my son.

- How old is he?

- Three years.

Let me go.

It's me. Kolya.

I help you. You won't die.

Bastards!

Take cover!

Shoot the windows!

Damn!

Hand grenades!

- Don't fire!

- Run!

Don't fire! Cease fire!

You'll get the Iron

Cross for that.

Who opened fire?

Who opened fire?

Calm down, son.

The russians wanted to attack.

So I fired at them.

- Goddamnit!

- He's right, Lieutenant.

You'll get court martialed.

Sure!

In that case I will talk.

"Forbidden communication with the enemy."

He doesn't need a court martial.

We just send him to the Russians.

You will get in the newspaper:

"In proud grief".

Scumbag.

You're an a**hole.

You are always sleeping.

My shaving things.

Who's got my shaving kit?

You are one handsome f***er.

For the Title of

"Our Army".

The food comes!

False alarm.

They fired at the food.

- Mail.

- Give me that.

What's for dinner?

Horse piss again.

This is madness.

They can eat this sh*t

themselves.

Don't complain all the time.

Yes, I know.

"German Beasts invade Russia."

Rollo, i have something for you.

You didn't get mail?

She writes, that she got

a boy.

She has already written

the same in the last letter.

But not a single word about the

cow that should be calving.

She's not really smart.

Not even in school.

- But at least she's tiny.

- so what

She is kind.

I'd like to know if something

happened to the cow.

Listen to that.

Somebody stole eggs from

the shed.

These rabbles.

Look who's talking...

- You steal from the dead.

- That's something different.

At home there is no fighting.

Here we have war.

A here is a letter for you.

A**hole.

From you wife?

Yeah, she keeps an eye

on our home.

Schalke beats Hannover 3:1.

Alemania loses again.

That's from the letter?

After the war I am going

to play at Bremen.

I already had a test game there.

F*** your football.

I own a canoe.

My wife paddles while I am relaxing.

So that she is quiet in

the evening.

I also have some.

Bunnies or rabbits?

Big ones.

(broken German) Your boots... bad.

Very cold,

russian winter.

I... make.

I shoemaker. Father shoemaker.

Grandfather shoemaker.

Silence! What is "silence"

in russian?

Why? They are singing well.

cake.

Eh, Rollo.

My granddad sends

Beeswax for the rheumatism.

Something happened at home?

A bomb raid?

Kind of.

While I am putting my ass out

here,

my wife is doing it with a

frenchman.

He's a POW.

But that's forbidden.

How do you know?

That's just slander.

No, she wrote it herself.

"I wanted to write

to you personally".

We wiped out the frenchies

in six weeks!

Now she is afraid.

I will pay the russians back.

But it's a frenchman.

I don't give a f***.

- What's the matter?

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