Stalingrad Page #4

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- One can't tell.

Tanks!

- Who has got the explosives?

- Rollo.

I look like my grandma.

- Rollo, Explosives.

- Have fun.

Fire!

Watch your ass.

Fire!

Und our artillery?

You are the artillery.

Get down! Let's go, quick!

- Leave me alone! I want home!

- Keep quiet!

Heads down!

Rohleder, come back!

Go!

Aim at the tall one.

They fit.

God damn.

Always the right arm...

Are you ok?

They always hit my

right side.

You were lucky.

Here you are, the last one.

Let's share it.

Thank you, Captain.

Ok, let's got to

the assembly area.

There we'll wait for the army.

The gun is coming with us.

Where are the horses?

We are the horses.

Get out! Quick!

Close the door. It's drafty.

Your holidays are cancelled.

We all stay here.

Are you nuts?

Get the f*** out, now!

Now you crap your pants.

Jawohl, I'm a p*ssy.

I'm frightened. This sh*t

makes me sick.

And my pay?

If i don't get my 36 marks

immediately, then

I will go home.

- By foot.

- Come on, buddy.

We have to stop the Russian Army.

We aren't finished yet.

Vorwrts! Faster!

In the name of the Fhrer.

The order will be executed.

- No excuses, do you understand?

- Jawohl.

We aren't finished yet, Lieutenant.

Follow me with your men.

Gentlemen.

Go on! Over there!

Unbelievable.

One is reminded immediately

where one belongs.

Everybody listen up!

These people are

Russian Saboteurs.

They are to be

shot immediately.

Carry out the sentence!

They are shooting people

since yesterday.

Saboteurs my ass.

They want less people who eat their food.

That's the real reason.

I won't do that.

If you refuse they will put

you in their row.

At least the poor pigs

are over it.

I can't do that.

They boy worked for us.

And also for Ivan. Shut the

f*** up!

What the f*** is this mess?

Faster! There are more people coming.

Captain, I vouch for this boy.

You again.

You like his face?

Do you also have a boy like

this at home?

- Child-Killer!

- Shut your puss, a**hole.

Think about the penal-battalion.

Everybody back in his place.

- You are an officer. DO something.

- Alright.

Silence!

Private first class,

step forward.

I will kill this pig.

Leave him alone.

Captain, let me speak for this man.

Stand at attention while I am talking to you.

Or do you want to disobey my order?

At least let the child go.

That's enough!

There won't be a discussion.

And if you shoot off mark

then you can join their fate.

Back into the row, private.

Do you take over the command?

And you are supposed to ba a descendant of an Officer's Family?

Raise your Guns!

Why isn't he doing anything, Fritz?

We haven't shot the kid only so that you can leave us dying here.

If you were a coward back then. Then at least be a man now and give the order to leave.

We will find our way to the airstrip

I will certainly get us a plane.

It's alright, buddy.

I will leave this place. I'm serious.

Do you realize what you are talking about?

This is desertion.

What's your opinion, Lieutenant

I don't believe in our oath anymore.

After all that happened everybody is free to go.

You are going to f*** everything up again? Not now!

Won't happen again! You understand?

Be wise.

You are too dumb, Rohleder.

Go on, kill me.

It's your duty as a NCO.

- Stay here!

- You poor bastard, Rohleder.

Fight on for the Endsieg,

you are a dead man already.

Who else comes with me.

Greet your son from me when you come home.

What about you?

It's silly but I can't.

I just can't

A year ago

I would have joined you.

But now...

I will accompany him.

Good luck.

Looks like you are going to lose the bet.

F***. Where are we?

I have no clue.

I'll ask.

Where is Pitomnik?

Bread!

Bread!

Always towards west...

stay in the valley

The airstrip will be near.

Thanks.

Come.

He's got a wishlist!

You can read the signature on this one.

"Doktor Heider".

This is a medical certificate.

It will bring us home.

Search for more, everybody.

Bandage yourself.

We are now officially injured.

This is for you, Hans.

Silence. You aren't the only one with an injury.

That's familiar, powder burns.

- You have crippled yourself intentionally.

- No.

- Get this traitor out of here.

- No, doctor. Please!

I can't pull this off. They will catch us. I go back.

It's too late.

- Don't f*** it up.

- You too.

Hey, at least i'm not the only assault pioneer here.

They should evacuate the specialists first.

Because they will need us later.

I have witnesses, doctor!

You have fever, son?

Can't read that.

What's the name of the doctor?

You can't answer that question?

Doktor Heider.

He is still under shock. We fought against tanks.

- His buddy was torn apart.

- Here, son.

For your fever.

You'll be home soon

Look after him.

Jawohl, Doctor.

Go!

Where is the Lieutenant?

Hans, we are here!

Be smart. The plane is full.

Hans, over here!

Bastard! Let me through!

You f***ing pig!

Look, there come the "heroes". F***ing a**holes

- Where are you?

- Hold on.

The last German plane left Stalingrad on 23rd January 1943

Comrades!

Shoot me!

Welcome to the massgrave.

Careful!

Are you injured?

He's a p*ssy.

Only a deflection.

F***ing boils.

He's worse.

Were there no flights anymore?

No.

What's up, old fellow,

Look who has saved you.

This will make him rage.

Leave the captain alone.

My foot.

F***ing pain.

Wait, don't do that.

See, I have told you not to do it.

Fine. Puke all over him.

Give me a cigarette, quick.

I have no luck with my right side.

Alright, lets die for a little while.

Go ahead. Play us a song.

F***ing medals!

Stand up!

Stand up, already!

Stand at attention!

I want a report, Lieutenant.

What happened to your unit?

I mean, this isn't like bedlam here.

Looters will be shot.

Have you forgotten about that?

Stop!

Mller, Mller...

You can't do that!

It's impossible.

Don't die, Mller.

We'll get home.

Lieutenant, arrest this man and

take me away from here.

My report is:
the russian boy was Kolya?

And this boy was Mller.

Mller, like so many others.

You can still make up for this.

You need food.

I have everything in my storage room.

In the white house,

behind the theatre.

We'll go there.

Germans don't shoot Germans.

I am a German Officer.

You can't leave me here!

Unbelievable.

These bastards.

Wait, you'll get the gripes.

We will do this according to our rank.

You go first, Lieutenant.

Drink, GG.

Cadaver Rollo,

Cheers.

Corpse Otto.

Corpse Fritz.

To our great offensive.

Whose turn is it?

Eh, Fritz!

Hearts are Trump.

The spades ten has blood on the backside

only that you know...

F***.

The right side.

That's the life. Three are playing cards

and one is f***ing the wench.

Am I too ugly, huh?

I want to have a woman

...before i die.

- Do me a favour.

- Shoot me. Are you man enough?

- Cut it out!

I'm sure you have a wife.

You love her? Yes?

The love of a German Soldier

grows with the distance.

You will never see her again.

Poor idiot. I bet you haven't even slept with her.

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