What Price Glory Page #5

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Come on.

- Go on!

- Hey, Grandpop. How far to Gettysburg?

You'll have to ask one

of the M.P. S at the crossroads.

We're not allowed

to give out information.

Gettysburg?

Grandpop!

Company, halt!

"L" Company all present

and accounted for...

and I repeat,

all present, Captain Flagg.

All right, Quirt.

Come on. Let's shove off.

Right platoon, march!

Hup, hup, hup, hup!

Forward step!

Harrish, rifle!

Bullet rifle!

Identification!

That rifle!

Little boys! Little boys.

Little boys.!

Little boys.

Pinky, come here.

- All right, son.

- Bad?

He was crawling on the embankment

by the railroad stations.

Somebody threw him a potato masher.

Give me one them dope sticks.

- Those are quarter-grain, Captain.

- Good.

Here, take two of these now, son.

I'm gonna put the rest of these

in your pocket.

Take one every three hours

until they carry you out.

What if I take them all

when your back is turned?

Go ahead.

That's your business.

Don't be a sucker, kid.

You got a free ticket home.

Come on. Sleep, boy.

Go on and sleep.

You're in a nice, quiet deep hole now

where the shells can't reach you.

The rations are in

and the men are fed, Captain Flagg.

- Thanks, Quirt.

- It was pretty rugged

coming out of that ravine.

Sometimes I think

you're trying to lose me.

Mind if I take a look around?

I'd like to see some of this war.

All I've been up to now

is a lousy bakery wagon.

Get your head blown off

if that's what you want.

But go bury yourself

while you're about it!

- The burial detail is in for the night.

- Ten-hut!

- Captain Flagg?

- No!

- Captain Flagg?

- Hmm? Yeah.

Lieutenant Cunningham reporting, sir.

- First time up?

- Yes, sir.

Holy sweet jumpin'Joseph!

And with spurs!

Are you goin' to a masquerade ball

disguised as an officer...

or are you just trying to save the snipers

the trouble of spotting you with a glass?

- I see what you mean, sir.

- Oh, you do?

What do they teach you guys

at those officers' colleges?

How to shine your shoes

and press your pants?

I'll do anything you will, sir.

Why, if it ain't Frank Merriwell.

Well, I'll tell you what

we're gonna do with you, Frankie.

We're gonna let you

pitch tomorrow.

Now go on over and sit down

and keep your eyes open.

Headquarters, Company "L."

Yeah. "L.!"

"L." "L!"

"A," "B," "C," "D,"

"E," "F," "L."

"L!" "L!"

"L" as in Brooklyn, you stupid...

General Copley. Yes, sir.

- Captain Flagg.

- The old man?

- Yes, sir.

- Flagg here, sir.

- Hello, Flagg?

- Yes, General.

Yes, I know they're back

in the railway station.

Our crossfire

couldn't keep 'em out.

It'll take a whole brigade action to

keep them outta there for good.

Huh? What's that, sir?

Staff officers? Where?

Louder, sir. Louder.

I can't hear you.

Well, now you're

too loud, sir.

All right. Go ahead. I got a map...

I got a map right in front of me.

Yeah? Farmhouse behind a gray stable,

100 yards to the east?

Uh-huh. Yes, sir.

All right, I'll get somebody

through tonight, sir. Yes, sir. Yes.

- Same to you, sir.

- Staff officers, huh?

Mm. Yeah, they got a report

from an observation post.

Staff officers are in that farmhouse

behind the gray stable.

- Lipinsky!

- Yes, sir?

- Get Lieutenant Moore.

- Wait a minute!

You're not gonna send Moore.

This is a job for a man, not a boy.

You give him Moran. We'll get you a Kraut

and we'll all go home.

Quirt... Quirt,

I'm not keeping you here out of love.

These men have to be fed.

You're the only one that can run the rations

down the ravine under enemy gunfire.

- Now, Lipinsky, hit the deck!

- Yes, sir.

Ready, Mr. Moore?

We're ready, sir.

Let's go.

- Any sign of Moore and his party?

- No, sir.

Let's have a look.

Are they overdue, sir?

I'm afraid they are, boy.

They should've been back an hour ago.

Relief.

Oh, it's you. You still wanna

get married?

For the record, sir?

For the record. There's nothing

I can do about it now.

Yes, sir.

Mm-hmm.

I almost got married once.

Once. Hmph. Twenty-five times.

China, Philippines,

Santa Domingo...

even New York City...

wherever there was women.

But I was a wise guy.

I was saving myself.

From what? From what?

To you I give.

All my love.

All my life.

I promise.

All my love.

- News of Moore?

- Nothing.

No sign of the college boy?

Does he win his letter,

Captain Flagg?

The chocolate soldier

who forgot to come back?

Or maybe the Germans captured him

and they get to go home.

Is that the way the game

is played, Captain Flagg?

- Take it easy, kid.

- Let him talk.

That's right. Let the 30-day wonder

speak his piece.

Why don't you get off

the bench and play, Captain Flagg?

Why don't you get in the game?

We can use a hero. There are

two minutes left, we can use a hero.

What price glory now, Captain Flagg?

- Quirt, you wanna win your letter?

- I wanna go home.

The shortest way home

is right out there.

- Cunningham?

- Yes, sir.

You're in command here.

Look, at exactly 5:10...

- Check your watch, see what you've got.

- 5:
03, sir.

Make it 5:
02.

At exactly 5:
10...

you throw everything we have right at

the railway station...

and send the first platoon down through

the ravine to start firing from there.

Make 'em think we're

comin' through that way.

Don't send anybody in,

and don't lose anybody, you got it?

- Aye, aye, sir.

- All right.

Anything you want me

to tell Charmaine?

Yeah. Tell her

you're a friend of mine.

When this rat race is over,

are we going back to Bar-le-Duc?

Quirt, I'm gonna do

something for you.

- I'm gonna get you off the hook.

- What hook?

After we get this Kraut, I'm gonna have you

transferred to another outfit...

so you won't have to go back to

Bar-le-Duc and face the music.

- What music, Flagg?

- Wedding music.

One campaign at a time, Flagg.

Don't lay out the Bar-le-Duc campaign

till we get this one done.

- No guts, huh?

- Brains.

Don't do me any favors, Flagg...

'cause I've been thinking

about Charmaine, just like you...

and I'm seeing things different.

Back in Bar-le-Duc...

I thought she was just another dame

in a long line of dames.

But I must have been wrong...

'cause I keep thinking

about her all the time.

Something's got into me.

Maybe it's running those rations down

the ravine, I don't know.

But, you know, if you tried

to unload her on me now, I'd take her...

wedding, Cognac Pete,

relatives and all.

Just like you, only you

haven't got a chance.

What makes you...

What makes you think she'd see you...

after the way

you walked out on her?

She'd see me, all right.

She's crazy about me.

Told me I was the greatest

soldier she ever met.

She used to say she wished the whole outfit

would move away and leave us in peace.

She doesn't know enough

English to say that...

and you don't know

enough French.

The language I was talking,

she understood.

What are you waiting for?

I think they said

a live German officer.

A cook. A lousy cook.

I am Colonel.

- Is he an officer?

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