Too Late the Hero Page #4

- Five of them, this way.

- Did they see you?

I don't think so.

Off the path, both sides.

Don't fire unless I do!

Captain, your field pack!

We did it!

Rogers, get your bloody head down!

Keep down, you bloody fool.

Rafferty! Rogers! Kill all those men!

Griffiths! Thornton! Pick up the rifles!

Come on, don't leave a trace.

You heard the orders. Get a move on.

Don't leave a trace. I said off the trail.

Tosh, over here.

Come on, clean it up.

That's right. Get it out of the way.

- Take him up that way.

- Tosh, hurry up!

Over in the undergrowth. That's right.

You'll be all right, Connolly.

Riddle, get off down the trail

and keep cover.

- Come on, Riddle, double up!

- Get them off the trail.

- I think Riddle's bought it.

- Damn.

Campbell, you get on up there.

If you see any more coming...

fire a warning shot

and get back here on the double.

- Yes, sir.

- Move it, Campbell!

Trying to work his ticket.

It's what you're doing, ain't you?

Trying to work your ticket, son?

- Hearne.

- What do you want, sir?

What about these two?

Bloody idiot. Put your hand on there

and keep the pressure, all right?

This one's got about five minutes.

This one will be all right

if we get him back to camp.

But we're not going in that direction,

are we?

No, sir.

All right, Sergeant...

do we have any other casualties?

The Yank says Pvt. Riddle's dead, sir.

- Is that all?

- No, it's not all.

Currie and Connolly.

- Both dead?

- No.

What the hell do you mean, idiot?

Can't you speak plainly?

Currie's dead!

Connolly's wounded.

Right, Sergeant, get these Japanese bodies

off the trail, please.

You heard. Get these bodies off the trail.

Come on, move!

And erase those bloodstains.

Never you mind.

Hearne's taking good care of you.

Come on, Rogers, get a move on.

I hear you're something

of a footballer, Connolly.

Before you know it, you'll be back home...

playing for the regiment, perhaps.

I don't know whether I ever...

You shouldn't have given up

smoking, Connolly.

You coult've had a drag now.

Get those helmets.

I got his leg.

Take him up that way, towards the right.

Scott, give us a hand.

- Don't take all day, man.

- Yes, sir.

The helmet, you damn fool!

That pretty well cleans it up, sir.

It's been a great day at Hampden Park, folks.

Hornsby's Hotspurs: 5...

Japanese United:
3.

All eight of them scored by Hornsby.

What's he mean, all eight of them?

He means that Fairy Feet Hornsby...

deployed his forces

with such a masterly grasp of tactics...

half of us got ourselves shot

by the other bloody half.

No, it can't be.

Can't be? Go and dig the bullets out.

You won't find "Made in Japan"

written on them.

All right, Sergeant, let's be on our way.

Come on, men.

Rafferty.

Back marker.

Let's have a bloody good cry

And always remember

Come on, move it.

The longer you live

The sooner you'll bloody well die

Look at the mourners

Bloody great hypocrites

Isn't it grand, boys

Don't you know any other songs?

Aye, a few...

but at the moment, I happen

to be particularly fond of this one.

I wish you'd sing us one you hate.

Campbell, has it ever occurred to you

that if you had the other arm broken...

you'd be needing a friend

to button your fly?

Capt. Hornsby! Over here! Japs!

Where are you?

We're coming after you,

you bloody little ape!

Come on, Captain,

the bastart's getting away!

Get your blinking face here,

or we'll all be done for!

Hearne!

Come on, show yourself!

Two of them coming down there,

a lieutenant and a corporal.

I got the corporal. I winged

the other one, too. Could be dead now.

- Where did he go?

- Disappeared in there.

Hearne, see what you can do for him.

Corporal, take some men

and start combing the area.

- Four of you on the double.

- He's got to be in the jungle somewhere.

Campbell, you and Scott

take a look from this tower.

See if you can spot anything from up there.

Lieutenant, you better come with me.

- Come on.

- I can't go up there.

- You and your bloody arm.

- Go on, get on with it.

It's a bloody mile high.

What's up there, then?

Just some things

for measuring the weather or something.

It's like the stuff we've got back at camp.

Damn you, Hearne!

Shall I bring them down?

No, leave them.

If Hornsby sees them, he'll have us

lugging them all the way back to base.

Don't worry, Thorny.

Snakes love Japs.

You'll have to go to Woolworth's

and buy one, I think.

We're never gonna find him in this.

Let's get back.

It seems your friend

is on his way back to Tokyo.

- Hearne.

- What?

How about it?

- Can he walk?

- No, sir.

- But, surely...

- No.

Right, give him a hand. Come on, now.

What's the matter with you?

Can't you see that I can't put my foot down?

There's hundreds of these trails.

How're we ever gonna find him again

on our way back?

It's easy.

We're gonna scatter little white pebbles

through the forest...

just like bloody Hansel and Gretel.

Carry on, Gunga Din.

This thing weighs a ton.

Ease him down over there.

Sorry we couldn't have

the Rolls Royce for you.

Just thought you might need this.

Thank you, sir.

Good luck, Sergeant.

- Corporal.

- Sir?

There. Okay?

All done.

- Here.

- What's this, then?

- Salt tablets.

- I'd rather have a smoke.

- You short, then?

- Skint.

Hearne, we've got to go.

I'll see you Saturday, okay?

Yeah. Thanks.

Not for the cigarettes though.

You owe me them.

Don't you bloody forget it.

I won't.

And don't forget to loosen the tourniquet,

otherwise your bloody leg will drop off.

See you.

Enjoy your rest, Sergeant.

I reckon that makes you a Sergeant, Jock.

- Down there?

- Yes, sir.

All right. Hearne, Campbell, come with me.

Well, move yourself, Campbell.

I knew that little Nip had to be in there.

What?

- Cover me.

- All right.

They've gone. Let's move on.

Did you hear me? There's no one here.

Let's move on.

Look out!

It's not every day you get a chance

to kill an officer, is it, Lieutenant?

All he had was this knife.

What did you want me to do?

Wait till he threw it at you?

No.

No! It's me, Campbell!

What the hell do you want?

You asked for these, sir.

You idiot. You coult've got yourself killed,

running up like that.

Come on, let's get moving.

Let's go.

Where are you off to?

You're still back marker, remember?

Bugger off, you Yank bastard.

I hope you bloody crash!

- How do you know it's a Yank, kid?

- You can smell them.

I thought all you limeys could smell

was our money.

Hearne, Lieutenant, Cpl. McLean,

come with me.

Keep them here a moment.

Rogers.

Can you see him?

Where the hell is he?

You might say he's all around here.

As a matter of fact,

you might even say he's got us surrounded.

That's right, Lieutenant. The bloody Yanks

are bombing us with old Army boots.

Land mine.

The damn fool shoult've known better.

Here, look at this.

It's a Chinese railway station, crabs and all.

Thornton, away in and find out

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