What Price Glory Page #4

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an awful short time.

Uh, you sure you wanna do this?

Oh, yes, sir. I'm sure.

- Mm-hmm. Hundred to one

she's only after your allotment.

- Oh, no, sir. I don't think so.

- You don't, huh?

- How old are you?

- Twenty-two, sir.

Mm-hmm. Well,

it's your life...

and now more than ever

you've got every right to mess it up.

Uh, have you talked

to her parents?

- No, sir. Not yet.

- Brigade runner.

- Company commander? Orders, sir.

- Here.

Please initial.

- Luck, sir.

- Thank you.

Well, Lewisohn, one thing about the army...

decisions are all made for you.

We're moving in immediately,

so this'll have to wait till we get back.

- Yes, sir.

- Lipinsky.

- Yes, sir?

- On your way, boy. On your way.

We're moving in. Pass the word

to all patrol commanders to be

standing in heavy pack in 30.

Camions at the crossroads

with ammunition.

And tell Quirt to salvage

all rations in the square.

Oh, wait.

Wait, wait!

Don't tell Quirt we're going in.

We'll marry him to Charmaine...

And march the blushing

bridegroom off to war.

- Shove.

- Aye, sir.

Attention!

- Attention!

- Attention!

- Attention!

- Hello, Flagg. Haven't you

received those orders yet?

I come into town for a staff conference

and find the whole shebang asleep.

Just got the order, General. We'll get off

on time. Never missed a train in my life.

- I don't see how you do it.

Davis, where's that map?

- Map.

- Map.

- Map, sir.

See here, Flagg.

Here's where you're going in.

Here's the line.

Corps wants that line straightened out.

Your men can do it. They're a bunch of

tramps, but they're good at that.

- Individualists, General. Individualists.

- Yes, so I've heard.

That's why they picked

another job for you.

They want you to bring out

a German officer.

Oh, don't say that.

Don't break my heart.

I knew you had a bowl of black crepe up

your sleeve when you came through that door.

What?

Oh, yeah.

Flagg, we hear there's

gonna be a big push coming up.

If we can confirm it,

we can save thousands of lives.

If your men bring me back

one German officer in good condition...

I'll send the whole company

back for a month's rest.

I'll do better than that.

I'll give you eight days

in any hotel in Paris.

You're an awful bum, Flagg.

Otherwise, I'd put you on staff.

And carry a map?

No, thank you.

Yeah.

You know 'em. You know.

Cold steel. Let him have it.

Gangway!

What is this? A wedding party?

Flagg, you're not

getting married, are you?

Not this time, sir.

Sergeant Quirt.

Quirt, you're the last man

in the world I'd expect to get married.

- Me too, sir.

- Flagg, what is this?

Some sort of case error?

Charges of some sort?

Oh, no.

Not at all, sir.

Sergeant Quirt here expressed a desire

to marry the innkeeper's daughter.

And I saw no reason

to stand in the way.

General, I'd like to have you

meet the bride.

The future Mrs. Quirt.

Charmaine, General Cokely.

I hope you'll be

very happy, mademoiselle.

Are you really a general?

Well, yes. Uh, uh, don't waste time.

Get on with it.

Start the ceremony.

Do you, Charmaine...

take this man

for your husband?

Quirt, I'm sorry that I won't be able to

wait and kiss the bride.

- You have about 20 minutes, Flagg.

- Aye, aye, sir.

You won't have much time

for a honeymoon, Quirt.

But if you bring me back one German officer

in good condition...

I'll see you get

a whole month's leave.

Remember, Flagg.

Twenty minutes!

Gangway.!

Allez, allez.

Come over here.

- Do you, Charmaine...

- She does not!

I do not. We do not.

So we're going

in 20 minutes, huh?

And you were gonna tie me up

before I knew anything about it.

And I suppose if I don't marry her,

you're gonna lock me up.

If you think you can take your men in

without a first sergeant, lock me up.

I'd like to see you take this bunch of

babies across that last two miles...

without a top sergeant.

If this sergeant goes in, he goes in single,

so you better make up your mind.

- I won't lock you up. I'll turn

you over to headquarters.

- That suits me fine!

Who are you kidding? Let us have

some more of that ceremony.

Do you, Charmaine,

take this man...

- Nobody's taking this man.

Let's go down to headquarters.

- They'll hang you!

Sure, they will.

And what about you?

If you take this outfit

up front without me...

a day after they hang me, wherever I am,

I'll be seeing you!

Do you, Charmaine, take this man...

All right, turn it off, man.

Turn it off, turn it off.

All right, skunk. You got me.

- You win. Hit the deck.

- Now you're talkin'.

Sorry, Charmaine. I can't

marry you tonight. I got work to do.

And if I never see you again...

well, I guess I never see you again.

So long, kid.

All right, you ugly sons of ugly fathers!

Pass the word for inspection in five minutes!

And things better be shipshape.

And don't let Quirt

do all the work!

- All right, Kiper, Moran!

- Aye, aye!

Kiper, pick up my battle gear.

- Lipinsky, take this map there too.

- Yes, sir.

Yeah, sure, they're married,

they're married.

Look. We're fighting a war

with Germany.

I don't give a hoot whether they're married

or not. Now, go on. Beat it. Get out of here.

Why don't you...

- Please...

- What does he want?

- Somebody swiped his hat.

- Get out of here, you...

Now, look, uh, Moran.

We're going to Aurignac.

When those extra rations

come through, bring 'em on up.

And try to get those kids a couple of

hot meals while we're up there.

Aye, aye, sir.

I'm sorry, Charmaine...

but I need that sergeant.

You should have taken me

to Paris with you, Captain.

Yeah, maybe I should have.

But I brought something

back for you...

like I promised.

It's a costume. Bought off a gal

in the Folies Bergeres.

The only costume in the show.

I thought I'd get to see you in it...

but I guess I won't now.

Well, kiss me good-bye.

Now look, kid. Forget me.

Forget all about me and Quirt.

'Cause chances are you'll never

see either of us again.

I'll never forget you, Capitaine.

Well, maybe if I get leave, Charmaine...

You never can tell.

It's a lousy war, kid.

But it's the only one we've got.

Good luck.

You noncoms think you can march

these kids out of here, don't you?

- Yeah, yeah.

- Well, make sure you march 'em back alive.

'Cause if you don't, I'll know where to

find you every decoration day.

Anything else, Sergeant?

Yeah, keep that out of there.

Move out.

- What'd you say?

- Nothing, sir.

- You said something.

- I didn't say anything.

Talking back to a noncommissioned officer,

huh? Pennick, come here.

Throw him in the brink. And don't prefer

charges until we get back. Get him out of here!

- All right.

- All right, fellas.

- I thought I made you a cook.

- But we're moving up, sir.

That's why I made you a cook. Get out

of here! Fill them up here. Let's go.

Fill it out!

Forward, march.!

Hup, two, three, four.

Come on! Get them hokeypokey wagons

out of here, will ya!

The marines are moving up!

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