To End All Wars Page #3

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Just leave me alone.

That's what I figured.

You know, a man can experience

an incredible amount

of pain and suffering,

if he has hope.

When he loses his hope,

that's when he dies.

All right.

Bathroom.

Benjo.

Come on.

Reardon managed to make

a connection

to the local thai

black market.

Let me see.

He wouldn't share it

with the others,

for fear of being discovered

by the nips.

At least,

that's what he told us.

Good God, yanker,

that's stinking.

Right there,

major Campbell --

this is

the scent of happiness.

Nectar of the gods.

Our ticket to numbness.

Fermented rice alcohol.

This one's

on the house.

Bastard.

That's done it.

Of course I've done it.

Oh, nice one, yanker.

Let's have a swig.

Whoa, whoa, gentlemen.

You want charity,

go to church.

As for me, I'm bartering my way

to happiness,

so pony up with some cash.

Anything you got.

Don't be shy.

Line starts right here.

Two cigarettes.

Come on.

Walk.

Ernie, you bastard.

You're still alive.

Hey, Lazarus.

Back from the dead, my son.

Well, I kind of wish

I'd stayed there, sir.

Bollocks, soldier.

We need you alive.

Oh!

Hey!

Come on.

Come on.

What's wrong?

He hasn't eaten.

He's been able to get me

extra rations.

He never got you

extra rations, Ernie.

He was giving you his.

Help me with his legs.

I learned that while dusty

was taking care of me,

the major was preparing

his own plans.

Just what, I couldn't tell.

No, no, no.

Where did you

get the food?

Multiple anonymous donors.

Eat.

I've decided to start a school

for the jocks...

...a jungle university.

I already made

my own blackboard.

Yanker rustled me up

a textbook

for no small price.

First class

is this evening.

I've got

six students already.

I know it's small,

but, um...

It's a start.

I don't want to be

the skeptic here, Ernie,

but how in the hell

do you expect

to engage in a group activity

without the nips

seeing you?

In the one place that the nips

will never go near.

This stench

is intolerable.

Shut your cake hole!

We're doing the best

we can.

Get used to it.

Ernest:
Right, lads.

Uh, make yourself

as comfortable as you can,

and let's get started,

eh?

I'd like to speak to you

about Plato.

Um...

Right.

What...

...is...

Justice?

Excuse me, sir.

Sir.

Is it true you're giving

educational classes?

We'd like to help teach.

Well, what's your story?

Roger primrose,

trained in the fine arts.

Lieutenant foxworth here

used to teach Shakespeare

at Cambridge.

I'm his platoon sergeant.

Poor blighter's at a loss

without his books and the bard.

I figure if I can keep him busy

long enough,

he won't end up

killing himself.

I'm not joking, sir.

Well, unfortunately,

we don't have any Shakespeare.

"To die, to sleep,

no more."

"And by a sleep to say

we end the heartache

"and the thousand natural shocks

that flesh is heir to.

"'Tis a consummation devoutly

to be wished.

"To die, to sleep.

"To sleep,

perchance to dream.

"Ay, there's the rub.

"For in that sleep of death,

what dreams may come

"when we have shuffled off

this mortal coil,

"must give us pause.

"There's the respect

"that makes calamity

of so long life.

"For who would bear the whips

and scorns of time,

"the oppressor's wrong,

the proud man's contumely,

"the pangs

of despised love,

the law's delay,

the insolence of office"...

Mm.

Looks like we do have

the old bard after all, sir.

Looks like we do.

He'll handle it.

Come on, foxworth.

"The oppressor's wrong,

the proud man's contumely,

"the pangs

of despised love,

"the law's delay,

the insolence of office,

"and the spurns that patient

merit of the unworthy

"takes when he himself

might his quietus make

with a bare bodkin?"

That's nice, David.

"Who would fardels bear,

"to grunt and sweat

under weary life,

"but that the threat

"of something

after death,

"the undiscovered country

"from whose bourn

and no traveller returns,

"puzzles the will

"and makes us rather bear

those ills we have

than fly to others

that we know not of?"

In the second book

of "the Republic,"

Plato says, "what will happen

to the just man,

should he enter

this world?"

Well, the just man will be

scourged, racked, chained.

Then after every kind

of misery,

he will be crucified on a pole

for all to see.

Any questions?

I've got a question.

Do you mind?

Sure.

My question --

if the just man

is treated as you say,

then what's

the just response?

Roll over and let evil

have its wicked way?

Well, what would

you recommend, major?

Oh, I'd recommend

defiance.

Justice

for the captors.

An eye for an eye.

At what price mercy?

Yeah, mercy --

the last bastion

of traitors and cowards.

So, you would take a man

and crucify him on a pole

for all to see?

I would seek justice.

Any of you?

Sergeant major?

Blood transfusions.

Donations

gratefully accepted.

Why are you here?

What do you mean?

You don't seem to fit.

Why am I here?

That's a good question.

Before the war...

...I had a fight

with a man in a pub.

It was

a pretty nasty fight.

He was, uh, paralyzed.

When he came to the police,

he refused to press charges.

He...

Just forgave me.

I couldn't understand why.

Then he told me.

He'd been forgiven a debt

in his past.

He wanted to do the same

for me.

He gave me my Bible.

Told me my punishment

was to read it.

Some punishment.

He was an army officer.

That's why I'm here.

Man:
Heave!

Heave!

Heave!

Major Campbell was

a natural leader amongst men.

He seemed to draw them from

all nationalities and groups,

and he had a way with uniting

them in a common cause --

his common cause.

Better get

two more hours.

Ian:
The guards change

between 5:
00 and half-5:00

every single day,

so we have to be there, men.

Sorry, major.

Are we interrupting

a church service?

So, what's the story?

Major, let's say

your plan works, right?

You've confiscated the guns,

captured the guards,

taken over

the whole camp.

What then?

You have

still nowhere to go.

And when the nips

find out,

we'll have a regiment

descend on us

with a vengeance.

You can't possibly hope

to survive.

Who's talking

about survival?

So that's what this is --

a suicide mission.

Come here.

Come here.

So, what are you

gonna do, eh?

What are you gonna do?

You're gonna throw yourself

at the mercy of bushido?

Aye, now,

that would be suicide.

Save us the crap, major.

Ian:
Huh?

Oh, didn't he tell you?

Some of his best trades

are with the japs.

Well, how'd you think

they get such good medicine?

Ain't that right,

yanker?!

You tell them, yanker,

eh?

Huh?

You are endangering the life

of every man in this camp.

I don't think they agree

with your idea of justice.

So, what, are you the voice

of the people now, eh?

Or you may be

just a wee bit too jap happy

for your own good.

Ernie...

We argylls

have got to stick together.

And you know that's what

the colonel would say.

Good boy.

Dusty:
"Greater love

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