The Fourth War Page #4

And when he got home,

nobody came out to cheer him.

And he thought,

what did I bust my ass for?

Why didn't I die and

Boris loose a leg?

So, now we got, two disillusioned,

pissed off heroes.

And I can understand that,

because I am disillusioned

and pissed-off.

But I do not understand...

and will not tolerate...

two malcontent...

who think they have the right...

to start their own

private little dress war...

while the rest of us

poor sons-of-b*tches...

are in danger of being

turned into French fries.

What then?

Send them an apology?

Too late, for that sh*t.

After the investigation,

you're going to be god damn lucky

if you're not apologizing

to a General Court Martial.

If that happens, Jack,

I'm not going to have any room

to maneuver in your behalf.

The most I'm going to

be able to do, at best...

is to keep you out of Leavenworth.

And buy you a subscription to

Soldier of Fortune magazine.

[ phone rings ]

Knowles.

Clark here, sir.

While you were having your

meeting with, General Hackworth...

Miss Elena called.

She didn't leave a number,

she said,

you would know how to

reach her, yourself.

That's it, sir.

... across the border.

Sit down, Private.

Before, you fall down.

Oh, Colonel, I was...

Can I speak to you

for a moment, please.

What are trying to do?

Involve that kid?

Colonel, I was not.

- I was explaining...

- Don't lie to me, I saw you.

You tried to get him,

to take you across the border.

I was not.

He's only a kid, for christ sakes.

The only place he is going to take you,

is to a Senior Prom.

I do not know

what I am doing, anymore.

No, I think you don't.

Why do you not help me?

You're always looking

for some battlefield.

Why do you not fight

on what could save a life?

I do not want to.

But, I must.

Because, I want to see my daughter.

There's nothing I can do.

How much for that room?

Good evening.

Good evening.

You've been making such a habit

of coming to me.

I thought it was my turn,

to return the compliment.

And meet this fine example

of the American fighting forces.

As a witness to this encounter.

You see, I have made a study of

your Commander's career.

And believe me,

there are no surprises.

Your commanding officer,

is a joke.

There's a name for him

at the divisional headquarters.

His wife has a name for him, too.

I think that's just about enough.

When I'm done, Colonel,

then, it's enough.

This is the Colonel's,

Czechoslovakian whore.

She's looks good for the part,

don't you think.

You really should look for

more honest work.

Why don't you clean the spot

off my boot.

Clean it!

Until you can see

your face on them!

What's it like with him?

Was it sad?

Very pathetic.

Now, listen to me, Colonel.

If you come over the border,

one more time...

you're never going to get back.

Because, I.. personally,

will kill you.

What happened?

Well, we searched the room again.

The same old story.

We only found uh.. personal effects

with some ..............

As a matter of fact, we found

out hardly anything at all.

What the hell is

wrong with you, Hector?

I was just afraid, right when

the guy pointed a gun at my head.

If you had a little bit of confidence,

you gotta be alright.

Sergeant, this way.

- Yes, sir.

contact Division, I need

transportation to Stuttgart, immediately.

- Did they find his Porsche, sir?

- No, but we will.

We did find out alot about his life,

back at his quarters.

Sergeant, full up.

- Yes, sir.

This is the church.

You'll be safe here.

I'll be fine.

Nobody uses it anymore.

I'll just stay indoors

and sing a few hymns.

I won't be long.

My little girl is at school,

which is not far.

Stay right on the main road,

by the town hall,

just past the collections.

I understand.

I'll see you then.

Soon.

I'll be here.

About time.

Well, it's all over

for him then, isn't it?

You know...

one time in Vietnam...

we were fighting in the highlands

out of Ban Me Thout...

when Jack was wounded.

I went out to see

how he was doing.

And on his pillow, was a medal.

Son of a gun, I said, he won an award

as the Distinguished Service Cross.

and he opened his eyes

the first time in days and he said...

I don't give a god damn

what kind of medal, he said.

just so long as I don't die in a shirt

with one of those...

little alligators on the front.

Well, Clark,

you take over his command.

at least, until we get this

sh*t straightened out.

Recommendation, full Colonel.

Thank you, sir.

You brought me

one hell of a day, Clark.

Can't wait for the sun to go down.

And painful, as it is to conflict

we're expected to do something

to save the situation.

We get to act like

we never heard of him.

Just keep driving,

until we get across that border.

I could not...

Don't get upset with her.

She was just doing her job.

You're the one who blew it.

And you blew it back at the Inn,

when you called her...

my little Czechoslovakian whore.

She's a whore, alright.

But, how did you know,

where she was from?

That's the 5 km fence.

Why do you think

they're guarding it?

You will not cross it,

without my permission.

They will have your permission yet.

Colonel Clark,

sir, we got major movement

up on the Czech' border.

Are you positive, Corporal?

Alright.

It's Knowles.

Son of a b*tch!

Muster, the Alert Force.

- No point.

Do it, Sergeant Major.

They fought with everything, that day.

It was a survival,

unique for it's time.

With no regrets.

When they were out of ammunition,

they went for... anything,

they could get their hands on.

You know,

I remember the Commandant

of Cadets at West Point, telling me..

that Einstein, was onced asked,

what type of weapons,

would be used in World War III?

And he said...

I don't know.

But, the Fourth War,

will be fought with stones.

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