They Came to Cordura Page #8

"For gallantry, risk of life, | upon his own decision...

...and with total disregard | for his own life...

...Lieutenant Fowler, acting in | the highest tradition of the service...

...displayed courage."

"Pinned down | by murderous crossfire...

...this veteran rose | to the heights of heroism."

He sure blows a man up awful big, | don't he, Chawk?

All right, let's tear them up. | Burn them and let's get out of here.

What's he write about you, Chawk?

The same kind of stuff.

He... He's wrote something else here.

It's kind of scribbled.

"All of them, Fowler, Trubee, Chawk, | all of them...

...alike to each other, | as I am alike to all of them.

In each of us, | there lives a crippled child...

...mostly Chawk."

Crippled child...

"Times when I feel that he, | others, not worth citations.

Treacherous, vicious...

...dishonest.

They are also brave...

...noble.

I've seen them at Ojos. Perhaps, | for another moment in their lives...

...they will live again | beyond the limit of human conduct.

That's why must make Cordura...

...prove something else | also lives in men."

He's got something here | he's crossed out.

"Judge not, lest ye be judged."

He crossed it out, | and then he wrote it again.

The rest of it's empty.

We shouldn't have done it. | We shouldn't have.

He pushed us too hard.

Base!

Base! Cordura!

He led us to Cordura.

Cordura.

Stop! Come back!

Chawk! Trubee!

Renziehausen! All of you, stop!

You'll be court-martialed! | You'll hang! You fools!

You fools!

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