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I've seen death. I've seen my friends, my men, being killed.

And this is-- It doesn't take too many days of that...

...and you change dramatically.

We was hungry. We had no food, didn't have much ammunition. It was cold.

We didn't have any clothes. You couldn't build a fire.

If you built a fire, some crazy thing would shoot at you.

Everywhere you would look, you would see dead people, you know.

A dead soldier there, here. Ours, theirs.

Then civilians, besides... Dead animals.

So death was all over.

You don't have a chance, when your friends go down...

...to really take care of them as you might.

And especially if you're under attack, moving or whatever, and...

I withstood it well...

...but I had a lot of trouble in later life...

...because those events would come back...

...and you never forget them.

LIPTON: After holding the line at Bastogne...

...Easy Company was once again called on...

...to help push the Germans back through the Bulge.

We were here this morning, and then we came this way.

COMPTON: All right, so right here's gotta be the logging road coming into here.

- So you go right there. - Hey! Take it easy!

- Stop crying or I'll nail it to your head. - It's made of wood.

- Guamere, move them out. Let's go. - Yes, sir. 2nd Platoon, let's go.

LIPTON: I was glad to be out of my foxhole and moving again, even if only to get warm.

TROOPER 1: Spread out. Keep your interval.

LIPTON: E Company was sent to clear...

...the Bois Jacques, the woods near the town of Foy...

...in preparation for what we all knew would be the eventual assault on Foy itself.

TROOPER 2: I see it, Buck.

COMPTON: Watch for mines.

LIPTON: During that 1000-yard attack through the woods...

...we encountered sporadic German machine-gun fire...

...and had a couple of casualties, but for the most part met little resistance.

HOOBLER: Nelson! Look. Nelson!

Hoobler's run-in with the German officer on horseback...

...was the most dramatic moment of the day.

Halt!

Halt!

[GUNSHOTS]

Oh, shit.

Thank you.

Hoobler had been talking about getting a Luger since Normandy.

As we dug in, he went from foxhole to foxhole...

...telling everyone just how he'd finally got one.

Down he goes right out of the saddle like a sack of potatoes.

Outstanding accuracy on my part, if I do say so myself.

- Which you do. - Which I do.

Hell, Shifty, I think maybe I could've even given you a run for your money, right?

No, I'm not a good shot. Now, Dad, he was an excellent shot.

I declare. He'd shoot the wings off a fly.

Hey, Lipton. That German, what do you think he was doing?

Probably a little recon. He must have figured nobody'd hear a horse.

I think he was just trying to get the hell out of Dodge.

- What happened to the horse? - I don't know.

Probably still running. Hope he's okay.

- You dug in? - Yeah, yeah.

Just thought I'd take a walk. Shoot the shit.

You're a good shot. Glad you're on our side.

Thanks, Lip.

- Hey, Lip? - Yeah.

- Thanks for the help. - You got it, Shifty.

- Hey, Lip? You got a sec? - Yes, sir.

Give him a hand.

- Where's Dike? - He's around.

- Could you be more specific, sergeant? - Not really, sir.

I haven't seen him all day. I didn't see him when we were coming...

...through the woods, and I have to figure out how we ended up.

- Two wounded. - Who?

- Brown and Stevenson. - Goddamn it. Where's Dike?

Where the hell is he? Where does he ever go?

POWERS: I don't know, but I wish he'd stay the hell there.

It'd be nice if he took Lt. Shames with him too.

- Shut up, boys. MALARKEY: Shutting up, sarge.

[GUNSHOT]

TROOPER 3: Hey! What the hell was that?

- Patrol? LIPTON: No, we would've heard.

- One man, maybe a sniper. - That was no rifle.

- What do you see, Shift? - Nobody out there.

- Are you sure? - Uh-huh.

- It's Hoob. He's shot! - Sniper?

- No, no, he, he shot himself. - Medic!

COMPTON: What happened? PERCONTE: Doc.

HOOBLER: It's my fucking leg.

LIPTON: You'll be all right. COMPTON: He did What? What?

- It just went off. COMPTON: What happened?

What are you doing with a loaded gun in your pants?

HOOBLER: Shit, fuck, I wasn't touching it or nothing.

Damn it! Goddamn it!

HOOBLER: I wasn't touching it. PERCONTE: Medic!

- Where are you hit, Hoob? - In my leg.

HASHEY: Take it easy, buddy.

COMPTON: Now, don't look, Hoob. It's gonna be fine. Don't worry about it.

- Hurts like a son of a bitch. COMPTON: It's gonna be okay.

- Doc! - Don't worry about it, Hoob.

- You'll be all right. You hear me? LIPTON: Warm him up!

Keep him warm.

COMPTON: How's it looking, doc? ROE: Let me see it.

LIPTON: Can we get him some blankets or something?

LIPTON: Keep talking to him. HASHEY: Listen to me, it's okay.

Think it was a German leg?

- It's not that bad. - You're gonna be fine.

Hold on. Put this across him.

LIPTON: Wrap him up. Wrap him up. COMPTON: Here you go. Here you go.

- Lip, you said I was a great shot? - You are. You're a great shot.

COMPTON: You jump out of planes. You're tough, man.

- It's not that bad. LIPTON: Stay with us, Hoob.

HASHEY: Take it easy. It's all right. LIPTON: Doc, what are we gonna do?

COMPTON: How we doing, doc? HASHEY: Hey, you're gonna be fine.

I can't see a thing. We gotta get back to an aid station.

LIPTON: Let's get ready to move him. HASHEY: Take it easy. Take it easy.

LIPTON: Stay there, Hoob.

Doc. Doc!

Perc, I'll need a jeep.

LIPTON: He was wearing so many clothes we couldn't tell how bad he was bleeding.

By the time we got him to the aid station...

...he was already dead. The bullet cut the main artery in his leg, sir.

Aw, hell, Lip. It wouldn't have made a difference if you had known.

Cut that main artery in the leg, that's it.

Yes, sir. I'm gonna go back and make sure the boys are all dug in, sir.

- Lip? Where's Dike? - You want to see him, sir?

No, I just would have expected to get this kind of news from him.

Well, I was there, sir. Figured it might as well be me.

LIPTON: Where's Dike? I probably heard that question a thousand times...

...and I probably asked it a few times myself.

There were long stretches where we didn't know where Lieutenant Dike was.

He'd disappear, go off on these walks for hours at a time.

It wouldn't have been so bad if he was just one of the guys in the company...

...but Lt. Dike was supposed to be leading the company.

Captain Winters was a CO we could all respect.

Moose Heyliger probably would have done a good job...

...but before we got a chance to find out...

...he was accidentally shot by a sentry.

Then came Norman Dike.

I want tight security around the company CP, Lt. Shames. That understood?

LIPTON: Dike wasn't a bad leader because he made bad decisions...

...he was a bad leader because he made no decisions.

Battalion 83 is planning a move...

...so I will probably be called away regularly.

Are there any questions?

Yeah. What's the formation you're wanting us to go for?

At present, as per usual, but I'll clarify that with you at a later time, Lt. Compton.

Yes, sir.

I gotta make a call.

- Let's move it out. - Right.

LIPTON: Dike was a favorite of somebody at Division.

He'd been sent down to E Company to get some combat experience.

Sometimes we got the feeling E Company was an annoyance to him.

Something unpleasant he had to get through...

...before he could continue his march up the ladder.

GUARNERE: I'm telling you boys, we 're screwed.

If you ask me, I'm glad Dike's never around.

You know what? We're doing all right, even with Foxhole Norman.

Yeah, Don, we're doing all right. We're doing all right now. In case you ain't noticed...

...there's a little town down the hill over there, right?

In that town are these guys. And these guys are called Germans.

- These Germans got tanks. - I know.

Yeah. And our side's gonna want to go into that town.

Wanna take one guess at who they're gonna want to go knocking on the goddamn door?

I know, all right? It's me you're talking to here.

Jesus Christ. We gotta do all this with a CO...

...who's got his head so far up his fucking ass...

...that lump in his throat is his goddamn nose.

- Hey, first sergeant. LIPTON: Hey, boys.

- Hey, Lip. - Hey, Muck, what's the word?

Oh, you know. Sitting around freezing our ass off, singing Dike's praises.

Oh, yeah. Lieutenant Dike.

Well, I'll tell you...

...I wouldn't want to be a replacement officer coming in here.

Get thrown in with a group of guys who've known each other for what, two years?

You've been in combat together since Normandy.

He's supposed to just show up and lead them? How does a guy do that?

How could anyone really hope to gain the respect of the toughest...

...most professional, most dedicated sons of bitches in the entire ETC)?

Huh? If you ask me, a guy'd have to march off to Berlin...

...and come back with Hitler's mustache or something.

Anyway, listen. You guys don't worry about Dike. All right?

Yeah.

We all do our jobs, everything'll be fine.

MALARKEY: See you, sarge. - Yeah, boy.

LIPTON: I don't know if I believed any of that...

...but as company first sergeant, it was my job.

Not to protect Dike, but to protect the integrity of the company.

WINTERS: You know what Dike's problem is, don't you?

He's just another one of those arrogant, rich jerks from Yale.

Oh, God, not another one of those.

Division's not gonna let me replace him just because I got a bad feeling about him.

Even if they would, who'd I put in his place?

Shames'?

Do not ever talk when I'm talking! You got that?

WINTERS: Shames has seen too many war movies. Thinks he has to yell all the time.

Both you little crapheads did not listen to a word I said during that briefing, did you?

Or Peacock?

WINTERS: God bless him, no one tries harder...

...but he's not cut out to take men into combat.

I'm sure as hell not gonna make him Company CO...

...when I don't even want him as a platoon leader.

- What about Compton? - He's the only real choice.

WINTERS: Buck's a real combat leader, but you know...

...I want Easy Company to have at least one experienced platoon leader.

Not that it matters anyway, because I can't get rid of Dike.

We all know who you'd like to have running Easy.

Trouble is, it's not your job anymore, Dick.

You've gotta find somebody.

LIPTON: We all agreed Buck Compton would've been the best choice...

...to run Easy if Winters had been able to get rid of Dike.

But to be honest, Buck wasn't the same soldier he'd been...

...before he got shot in Holland.

He was more serious somehow.

COMPTON: He had a goddamn Luger in his pants.

GUARNERE: Jesus.

COMPTON: Dear God.

Don't you two do something stupid like that, all right?

- We'll try not to, Buck. - I mean it.

And you, Wild Bill.

I've invested too much goddamn time shaping you into something useful.

You do something crazy, get yourself knocked out of this thing--

I know, you'll kill me.

Even if you're dead, I'll still kill you.

I'll see you later. I'm gonna check on the other guys.

- Crazy Joe McCloskey. - What?

This guy used to hang out the front of Delancey's and just stare at people.

I know who Crazy Joe McCloskey is. What the hell's that got to do with anything?

Buck kind of reminds me of him now.

- What? Wait, wait, wait. - Ever since he got shot in Holland.

Wait. What are you saying, he's nuts?

Because Crazy Joe McCloskey was fucking nuts.

That's why they called him Crazy Joe.

No, I'm not saying he's nuts. I'm just saying...

What? What are you saying?

- Forget it. - What?

Forget it. Come on, you've seen him, Bill.

- He's all wound up like a spring. - Yeah, yeah, yeah. He's fine.

It wasn't getting shot that got him, it was being in that hospital.

- I've been there, okay? It ain't pretty. - Yeah.

Besides, you saw, once he was up and moving around, he was his old self again.

I'm telling you, Buck Compton's fine.

- I'm serious. PENKALA: Sure. Nothing stupid.

- We got it, right? - We got it.

All right. George?

Nothing stupid, Buck.

Yeah.

Don't do anything stupid? Who the hell is he talking to?

Bunch of morons who volunteered to jump out of a perfectly good airplane.

Can you get any more stupid than that?

- Probably not. - Right.

- I swum across the Niagara once. - Yeah.

- I swear. On a bet. - What, in a barrel?

No. I didn't go over the falls. I swam across the river.

- I don't know. - Ten miles up from the falls.

- That current is damn strong. - Yeah.

Must have carried me at least two miles downstream before I got across...

...but I got across.

Now, personally, I didn't think it was all that stupid...

...but my mom, my sister Ruth, they gave me all kinds of hell.

- Yeah, I bet, Muck. - So did Faye.

- Sweet Faye Tanner. - Shut it, George.

They had a point. You're an idiot.

I heard about Hoobler. Shame.

Yes, sir. It is.

- Is that the Luger? - Yes, it is.

- What are you gonna do with it? - I don't know yet.

- Where you from? Where'd you grow up? - Huntington, West Virginia.

- Huntington? - Yes, sir.

I don't know it.

What kind of work did you do there?

My brother and I helped my mom run a boarding house.

And your father?

He was killed when I was 10, sir. Automobile accident.

That's sad.

What made you decide to join the paratroopers?

I read an article about paratroopers in LIFE magazine.

Talked about the training, how hard it was.

It said if you wanted to make it as a paratrooper, you had to be the best.

And I wanted to fight with the best, sir.

You miss it?

- Miss what? - Huntington.

Honestly, sir, I try not to think about it that much.

Where are you from, s--?

- Captain Nixon, sir? Captain Nixon? - What?

Good morning, sir. Sorry to disturb you. This came from Division.

All right.

NIXON: Morning. WINTERS: Eviction notice?

Not quite. But I think I got something that” help you with your leadership problem.

- Dike's being transferred? - No, I can't help you with that.

But Division has decided to pluck one officer from each regiment...

...that served in the heroic defense of Bastogne...

...send him back to the States on a 30-day furlough...

...get him out banging the drum for the war bond drive, that kind of thing.

Turns out I've been plucked.

- That's fantastic, Lew. Good for you. - Thank you.

- How in the world does your leaving help me? - It doesn't, I'm not going.

I've already seen the States. I grew up there. That's why I came to Europe.

Just wish they'd told me there was a war on.

Anyway, the point is, this thing's wasted on me.

But I'm sure we could find an officer somewhere in this battalion...

...who could use a long trip home.

Congratulations, Lt. Peacock, I can't think of anybody who deserves this more.

Thanks.

Really glad that you're going home.

CHRISTENSON: Best news I've heard in weeks.

Hell of a guy.

Thanks, guys. It really means a lot, you know?

RANDLEMAN: Get out of here. Three cheers for Lt. Peacock.

TROOPERS: Hip, hip, hooray. Hip, hip, hooray. Hip, hip, hooray.

[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE]

SINK: If they come by here, y'all remember to smile for the camera.

Got to keep morale up for folks back home.

- Why? - Damned if I know.

All right, Nix. What do they got waiting for us in Foy?

At least one company from the 10th Panzer Grenadiers dig in along here.

They've also got at least one 88, although we haven't been able to spot it yet.

- How about armor? - As of last night, three Tigers.

- Would you excuse me a moment, sir? - Yeah.

TOYE: How do I feel about being rescued by Patton?

Well, I'd feel pretty peachy about it if it wasn't for one thing.

We didn't need to be fucking rescued by Patton. You got that?

Excuse us for a moment.

Sorry, sir.

Sorry about what? Patton? I couldn't agree more.

- What are you doing here? - I want to head back to the line, sir.

You don't have to do that. Get back to the aid station. Heal up.

I'd really like to head back with the fellas, sir.

- All right, then go. - Thank you, sir.

LIPTON: Joe Toye had been at the aid station for three days...

...and everybody was glad to have him back. Especially Bill Guamere.

- Hey, Joe. - Hey, Bill.

- Good to see you, pal. - You too.

- What the hell you doing back here? - Making sure you're on top of things.

I'm on top of things. Tied me own boots once last week. All by meself.

- Hey, fellas. Look who I found. MUCK: Hey! Joe Toye, back for more.

How are you, Joe?

- Good. Escaped from the aid station. - Where'd you get hit?

- What's that? - It's Webb. Replacement.

Really? Thought it was some guy I've known for years and I forgot his face.

Joe got hit in the arm. New Year's Eve gift from the Luftwaffe.

- Lot of you guys been injured? - It's called wounded, peanut.

Injured is when you fall out of a tree.

Don't worry. There's enough crap flying around here...

...you're bound to get dinged sometime.

Almost every single one of these guys have been hit at least once.

Except Alley. He's a two-timer. He landed on broken glass in Normandy...

...and got peppered by a potato masher in Holland.

Bull got a piece of exploding tank in Holland.

And George Luz here has never been hit. You're one lucky bastard.

- Takes one to know one. - Consider us blessed.

Liebgott, that skinny little guy, got pinked in the neck in Holland.

Right next to him, the other skinny little guy, that's Popeye.

He got shot in his scrawny little butt in Normandy.

MUCK: Buck got shot in his rather large butt in Holland.

Yeah, kind of an Easy Company tradition, getting shot in the ass.

Even 1st Sgt. Lipton, he got a couple pieces of tank shell burst at Carentan.

One chunk in the face. Another chunk almost took out his nuts.

- How are those nuts, sarge? - Doing fine, Bill. Nice of you to ask.

LIPTON: On the afternoon of January 3rd, most of E Company...

...headed back to our old position in the woods overlooking Foy.

A few men remained in the Bois Jacques...

...attached to D Company to hold the main line of resistance.

Good luck, ladies.

Been nice knowing you.

- Wouldn't drink too much if I were you. - Be careful if he offers you a cigarette.

What are they talking about? If who offers us a cigarette?

- Speirs. - Who?

Lieutenant Speirs.

LIPTON: Lieutenant Ronald Speirs was one of the platoon leaders in D Company.

He was already a legend.

CH RISTENSON: The stories about Speirs are probably all bullshit anyway.

What stories?

What stories?

Supposedly Speirs shot one of his men for being drunk.

You're kidding! That's unbelievable.

Yeah. There's another one about him giving cigarettes to 20 German POWs...

-...before killing them. - He shot 20 POWs?

Well, actually, I heard it was more like 30.

SPEIRS: Christensen. - Lieutenant Speirs.

- I got the name right, didn't I? Christensen. - Yes, sir.

- What are you men doing out here? - We're watching the line, sir.

Keep up the good work.

While you're at it, you might want to reinforce your cover.

Well, actually, sir, Lieutenant Dike said not even to bother.

- That we're only gonna be here one day. - Lieutenant Dike said that?

Then forget what I said.

Carry on.

Anyone care for a smoke?

You?

LIPTON: Late in the afternoon on January 3rd...

...we returned to our old position in the woods overlooking Foy.

You gotta be fucking kidding me!

Someone's gonna die. Someone's gonna fucking die.

Look at this shit! Those 1st Battalion fuckers took a dump in my foxhole.

Think they shit in everyone's foxhole, Joe.

I don't think they wanted to spend much time aboveground.

LIPTON: While we were in the Bois Jacques...

...the Germans had been shelling our old position.

There were signs of tree bursts everywhere. That got our attention.

TROOPER 1: Light and noise discipline. We're getting close.

LIPTON: Looking across the field at Foy, I could see enemy troops.

I still couldn't see their artillery, but I knew it was down there.

Look like the Krauts have been pounding this area with pretty big stuff, 883.

I'd say they got this whole stretch of the line targeted.

Well, they're not shelling now. Maybe they've got a new target.

- No, they're just waiting. - For what?

For us to reoccupy the position.

Maybe we should fall back to a different location.

No, it's our job to hold the line here.

We got pretty good foxholes. We just need to fortify the covers.

- If they've got us targeted, maybe-- - We hold the line here. Lipton's right.

We're gonna strengthen our covers and hang in.

We're not gonna fall back. Right, lieutenant?

Hm?

- Right, lieutenant? - Fine. You all take care of it.

I gotta go talk to Regiment.

- We better get moving. - Yeah.

- Here you go. - Thanks, Lip.

- You got it. I'll get you more branches. - I appreciate that.

[CANON FIRE]

Incoming! Take cover!

Take cover!

TROOPER 2: They're 883.

LIPTON: Come on, find some cover!

TROOPER 3: They've got us zeroed!

Find some cover. Find a foxhole. Come on, take cover!

TROOPER 3: Get in the holes. LIPTON: Take cover!

Come on, find some cover!

Take cover!

Shit.

Come on, find some cover. Find some cover!

LIPTON: For some reason, at that moment in that half-finished foxhole...

...all I could think about was the Fourth of July when I was a kid.

I loved to make my own firecrackers, cherry bombs, ladyfingers.

I loved to blow up dirt clods and pop bottles and the like.

Looked forward to it all year long.

What I saw that day was the most awesome and terrifying...

...display of firepower I'd ever seen in my life.

Of course, I wouldn't have been laughing if I'd known what happened to Joe Toye.

[GASPS FOR BREATH]

[DISTANT RUMBLING]

- Maybe we should see if anybody's hit. - That's what they want.

Krauts will try to draw us out in the open.

Stay in your foxholes. Stay in your foxholes!

You okay? Can you walk? Find a foxhole.

TOYE: I gotta get up.

I gotta get up.

I gotta get up.

I need my helmet.

TOYE: I need help! - You hear that?

TOYE: I need help! - Is that Joe?

Yeah, I think that's Joe.

Stay.

- Stay down! Stay down! - Stay down! Stay in your foxholes!

- Stay in your foxholes! - Help!

- Help! Anyone there? - Jesus.

I gotta get up. I gotta get up.

Shit. Come on, Joe. Come on, buddy. Come on. Come on, pal.

You said you'd get back to the States before me.

You ain't going anywhere. You're okay.

- I gotta get my helmet! - Forget it, Joe.

- Anyone there? Help! - Hang on.

- Who's that? BABE: Heff! Babe!

LIPTON: Hang on. BABE: Come on, get me out of here!

I gotta get to the hole!

- I got you. Come on, Joe, I got you. - I gotta get to the hole!

Come on, Joe.

LIPTON: Hang on.

- You okay? BABE: Yeah.

Come on. Come on!

Oh, Jeez. Think I overdid it on the cover for my foxhole?

- Incoming! LIPTON: Incoming!

Take cover!

Come on! Come on! Hurry up!

Guarno! You're gonna get bombed! Come on! Come on!

Move it, Bill! Move it.

- Come on, Joe. - Hold on, I'll be there! I'll help!

No!

TROOPER 4: Medic!

LIPTON: During the second barrage, I wasn't laughing anymore.

Lip!

Are you okay?

Stay down!

- You stay down! -1st Sgt. Lipton?

You get things organized here. I'm gonna go for help.

What the fuck?

- Lip, where the fuck is he going? - I don't know.

Get Battalion on the line, tell them to notify BAS.

Battalion's up, Lip.

[WHIMPERS]

Medic!

Stay ready! Those stupid sons-of-bitches might be trying to come through.

- You okay, One Lung? - Sergeant!

How you doing, Popeye?

Hundred percent ready to kill Germans, Lip!

[TOYE GROANING]

- Doc, what can I do? - Hold this.

- You got a smoke? - Yeah.

Jesus. What's a guy gotta do to get killed around here?

- Bill, you go first. - Whatever you say, doc.

Over here. Take this man.

- Hey, they got old Guamere this time. MAN: We got you, soldier.

[GUARNERE YELLING]

Just lie back.

Hey, Joe, I told you I'd beat you back to the States.

Hey, Lip.

How's Buck?

- Luz, how's Buck? - He's fine.

- You sure? - Yes, he's fine.

I think you should probably go talk to him.

All right.

LIPTON: Some say Buck changed after he was shot in Holland. Maybe.

But I know something happened to him when he saw Toye and Guamere on the ground.

The report said Compton was being taken off the line...

...because of a bad case of bad trench foot.

Didn't say anything about him losing his friends.

Buck was a great combat leader.

He was wounded in Normandy and again in Holland.

He received the Silver Star for his part in taking out those German guns on D-Day.

He took everything the Krauts could throw at him, time and again.

Lieutenant Compton?

"UCLA did not make the Rose Bowl this winter, probably because you weren't there.

I'm sure you're teaching your young soldiers the joy you have of the sport.

How we all know what an exciting young man you are, how your heart and love--"

I guess he just couldn't take seeing his friends Toye and Guamere all torn up.

No one ever thought any less of him for it.

LIPTON: Hey, Bull.

With Buck off the line, there was no longer any possible alternative to Dike.

At least none we could see.

Thanks.

Hey, Muck.

- Muck. I'm looking for Lt. Dike. - Yes, sergeant.

We were stuck with Dike. And he was off taking a walk.

WINTERS: Lightning Six, Kidnap.

Yes, sir. We've cleared all the green area between...

LIPTON: We'd cleared the woods east of Foy.

So a few days later, E Company and the rest of the 506 cleared the woods west of Foy.

There was little resistance.

- We have KIA. - Thirteen.

LUZ: You fellas know I got no reason to bullshit you, right?

Look, this is what I saw.

It was so unbelievable you might not believe me.

You-know-who comes running up to Lipton. He's got no helmet, no gear, nothing.

"1st Sgt. Lipton, you organize things here, and I'm gonna go for help."

"I need to polish my oak leaf clusters."

LIPTON: Hey, Luz. MUCK: Complete asshole.

- That's really good. - Fellas.

- Good night, all. - See you, Luz.

What can I do for you, Sarge?

Two things. First, great impression of Dike.

- Think so? I thought it was a little off. - You got it pretty good.

Second, don't do it anymore, especially the part about what he said to me.

- It doesn't do anybody any good, okay? - Okay. I got you.

All right.

Wiseass.

TROOPER 1: Incoming!

Luz! Luz! Come on! Luz! Hurry!

Move! Luz!

Stay down! Stay down! Come on! Get in here! Luz, come on!

Luz! Come on, Luz! Come on!

Come on! Luz!

- Muck and Penkala! - What?

Muck and Penkala got hit!

Medic!

Medic!

- Hashey! - Shit, it's my shoulder.

Come on! Get up! Move!

TROOPER 2: Stay down! Incoming!

- I thought you didn't smoke. - I don't.

LIPTON: The shell that hit the foxhole Luz and I were in was a dud.

The one that hit Muck and Penkala's foxhole wasn't. That's the way it was.

Muck and Penkala were good men.

Their death hit Malarkey the hardest.

Malarkey's best friends in the company had been Compton, Muck and Penkala.

In less than a week, he'd seen two of them die.

- What's the word? - The men on the line are okay.

Food has been resupplied.

Okay. We'll hunker down. We might get relief soon.

Okay? All right.

LIPTON: Later that day, we were back in our old position overlooking Foy.

We were all worried about Malarkey.

Hey, Malark?

Didn't I hear you say you wanted to bring a Luger home to your kid brother?

Yeah.

Well, why don't you give him that?

- It's Hoob's, right? - Yeah.

Yeah, I was gonna get rid of it, but I...

I don't know.

Captain Winters was wondering if you wanted to go back to Battalion...

...and work as his runner for a few days.

Tell him thanks. I'm gonna stay here.

Why don't you at least come back for an hour or so, say goodbye to Buck?

I'm sure it'll mean a lot to him.

All right.

You be careful with that.

LIPTON: Getting even 50 yards back from the line for an hour...

...could make a big difference in a soldier's state of mind.

The morning after the shelling that killed Muck and Penkala...

...I saw a soldier try to dig a foxhole with his bare hands.

Private.

He didn't notice that he had torn off all his fingernails.

Private. Hey.

I got him out of there quickly. Not for his sake, but for ours.

Fear is poison in combat. Something we all felt but you just didn't show it. You can't.

It's destructive, and it's contagious.

Told you I'd get you started.

Buck was never the same after seeing Toye and Guamere get hit that day.

I guess he just needed some time away from it all.

The January 3rd barrages and January 9th shelling...

...marked the low point in the war for many of the men in E Company.

Even then, very few actually broke.

But I knew the terror of those shellings and the unrelenting pressure...

...we'd been under since we got to Bastogne could take their toll in other ways.

I was afraid the men would lose focus, suffer a drop in morale.

And that was dangerous, especially in combat.

More of which lay in store for us.

We'd cleared the woods east and west of Foy.

Now it was time for the inevitable assault on Foy itself. Frankly, I was dreading it.

I always knew the E Company men who trained at Toccoa...

...wouldn't get through the war unscathed.

But now I was beginning to wonder if any of us would make it through at all.

E Company would lead the attacks. The problem was, at least in my estimation...

...E Company still did not have a leader.

[YELLING IN GERMAN]

The night before the attack, I did something as 1st sergeant...

...I would never have imagined myself doing.

WINTERS: Lip!

- Didn't figure you for a smoking man. - Neither did I.

WINTERS: D Company, Lieutenant Speirs, patrol order.

So?

LIPTON: We've been watching Foy all day, sir. Not much activity.

- Want a coffee? - No, thank you, sir.

- How's Easy's status? - The men are good, sir. They're prepared.

I lead 2nd Platoon tomorrow.

They're the weakest after losing Toye and Guarnere and Muck and Penkala.

But all in all, I have every confidence in the men, sir.

Good.

But on the other hand, I have no confidence in our CO, sir.

Lieutenant Dike is an empty uniform, captain.

He's just... He's not there, sir.

Well, he's gonna be there tomorrow.

Yes, sir. I understand he'll be there physically.

But tomorrow's gonna be the real deal. He's gonna have to lead those men.

He's gonna have to make decisions, sir, and...

...I gotta tell you, sir, I think he's gonna get a lot of Easy Company men killed.

- Thank you, sergeant. That'll be all. - Yes, sir.

LIPTON: I said what I had to say. There was nothing Winters could do.

Couldn't very well remove a company CO, especially a well-connected one...

...because of the misgivings of a first sergeant.

WINTERS: You got about an eighth of a mile of open field to cross...

...before you get down here into Foy.

There's very little cover, so you gotta move quickly.

I set up two sections of live machine guns on either end here.

They'll give you covering fire.

3rd Battalion will come from the east led by I Company. That's to cause distraction.

D Company will be in reserve, but you shouldn't need them.

The point is, you gotta move in there fast.

Get in there before they can bring their mortars and artillery down on you.

- Clear? - Clear.

I'm relying on you. Get it done.

TROOPER 1: Covering fire! - Let's go. Keep it moving.

TROOPER 2: Suppressing fire!

TROOPER 3: Go, go, go! - Keep moving!

[MAN YELLS IN GERMAN]

Let's go! Let's go!

TROOPER 2: Suppressing fire!

[MAN YELLS IN GERMAN]

Keep them tight, Shames!

- Keep moving! TROOPER 1: Keep moving!

TROOPER 4: Krauts in the open!

TROOPER 3: Keep moving! Keep moving!

Three inside!

Wait a minute. Where's Foley?

- Randleman! TROOPER 5: Coming through! Run!

Liebgott!

Where the hell is 1st Platoon?

- Hold up! - Keep moving!

Easy Company! Hold up!

-2nd Platoon! Hold up! Hold up! - Will you move?

- Get me Foley on the radio. - Get out of there! Move!

- Sir, I think we should take cover. - Find some cover! Find some cover!

What?

LUZ: Easy Red, Easy-- PERCONTE: Six, over.

Six, Easy Red. Go ahead.

Easy Red, stand by for the Six.

Foley, you get back here where I can see you, goddamn it!

1st Platoon, hold up! Hold up! Take cover! Martin!

FOLEY: Come with me! MARTIN: With you, sir.

[SPEAKS IN GERMAN]

Fall back! Fall back!

Take cover!

- Goddamn it. - Go forward!

- Herron, on me. TROOPER 6: Move back.

LIPTON: Stay on my ass.

- Hold fast, 2nd Platoon! TROOPER 6: Follow Lipton! Take cover!

What are we doing? Why are we stopped?

Fall back! Fall back!

Roger, Kidnap. Stand by for Six.

- Lieutenant, what's the plan? - I don't know!

Get Dike on that radio now!

- What's the plan? - Captain Winters, sir.

- Give us a plan! - Okay. Foley, take your men--

Take your men on a flanking mission around the village and attack from the rear.

We cannot stay here!

Want 1st Platoon to go around and attack the village by itself?

- We'll provide suppressing fire. - We'll be alone out there.

We will provide suppressing fire!

Get going forward!

You need to talk to Captain Winters, sir.

Sir! Okay, here it is.

We go on a flanking run around the back of the village and we attack from the rear.

Ramirez, two guys. Take them. Go. Find cover behind this table.

Go! Go!

- Shit! - Jesus Christ.

MARTIN: Webb, move up! Find cover!

Suppressing fire now!

RAMIREZ: Perconte! I got you!

Give me some cover.

- How you doing, Perconte? - They shot me in my ass!

- Stay down. - We lost five men. Can you locate?

- The building with the caved-in roof! - The building with the caved-in roof!

Sir, we are sitting ducks here. We have to keep moving!

- You've got to keep moving! SINK: Dick! Captain Winters!

You do not go out there! You're the battalion commander. Get back here!

- I understand your attachment to Easy- - Speirs! Get yourself over here!

Go relieve Dike and take that attack on in.

DIKE: Go, soldier! MARTIN: Fall back. You're exposed!

TROOPER 1: Fall back! Fall back! - Come on, Webb! Let's go, kid!

Hang on, Perco.

[MAN YELLS IN GERMAN]

TROOPER 2: What are we doing? TROOPER 3: Let's go!

- I'm taking over. 1st Sgt. Lipton! LIPTON: Here!

- What do we got? - Most of the company is spread out here.

1st Platoon tried an end-around, but they're stretched out.

They're pinned by a sniper. I believe he's in that building with the caved-on roof.

I want mortars and grenade launchers on that building till it's gone.

When it's gone, I want 1st to go straight in. Forget going around.

- Everybody else, follow me. LUZ: Thank God!

- Move it! -3rd Platoon, let's go! Go!

You heard the word. 2nd Platoon on the CO!

- Sergeant Alley! - Got it, sarge!

Okay, 1st Platoon! Move out! Move out!

- On your feet, 2nd Platoon! LIPTON: Move out!

Get on your goddamn feet! Move it! Come on!

TROOPER 3: Come on, let's get the bastards! Right flank!

[YELLS IN GERMAN]

- Come on, move out! TROOPER 4: Fire!

[YELLS IN GERMAN]

TROOPER 3: Take cover!

[YELLS IN GERMAN]

TROOPER 2: Go, go, 90! - Come on! Come on!

SPEIRS: Radio, get over here.

TROOPER 1: Take cover!

Sir.

SPEIRS: Lipton.

Streetfight, Item. Easy Six. Over.

SPEIRS: What do you see, Lipton? LIPTON: Armor and infantry. A lot of infantry.

I Company's supposed to be on the other side of the town.

- Do you see any sign of them? - No.

- Radio, anything? - No.

Sir, I think they're gonna pull back. If we don't connect with I, they'll slip away.

- That's right. Wait here. - Item! Item! Easy Six.

What the hell?

LIPTON: At first the Germans didn't shoot at him.

I think they couldn't quite believe what they were seeing.

But that wasn't the really astounding thing.

The astounding thing was that after he hooked up with I Company...

...he came back.

[MEN SINGING "I'VE BEEN WORKING ON THE RAILROAD"]

LIPTON: We took over 100 German prisoners. After that, it was mostly cleanup.

Let's go, move it. Move it. Take them down to the barn.

Sit down!

[GUNSHOTS]

TROOPER 1: Sniper! - Take cover! Take cover!

Come on! Come on!

Where is he?

Shit. I can't see him.

Second floor, building on the right.

Don't miss, Shifty. Now!

[TROOPERS CHEERING]

TROOPER 2: Over here. I need help. Can you guys come here and help me?

LIPTON: Mellet, Herron, Sowosko and Ken Webb were killed by a sniper.

There would have been more if it hadn't been for Shifty Powers.

SERGEANT: Work your party, walk your wounded to the aid station.

Let's not just lollygag. Keep this moving.

- Get these boys to the aid station. TROOPER 3: Okay, sergeant.

LIPTON: You hit bad, Perconte? - Beautiful wound, Lip.

- Shot me right through my ass. - You hang tough.

- Hey, sarge? - Yeah.

- Is it true about Dike? - Yeah.

- Thank God for small mercies, huh? - Yeah.

LIPTON: We'd been looking down at the town of Foy for the better part of a month...

...knowing that's where we had to go.

It was a great relief to have done it.

I guess a lot of the men thought once we'd taken Foy...

...they'd get us off the line, ship us back to Mourmelon for a breather.

But that wasn't to be.

Two days later, we took No ville and after that, Rachamps.

[SINGING IN FRENCH]

LIPTON: We spent our night in Rachamps in a convent.

It was the first time we'd spent a night indoors in a month.

The sisters there brought in their choir to sing for us. It was heaven.

The mood of the men was relaxed.

We were finally being relieved and would soon be in Mourmelon.

Of course, in the morning, we found out Mourmelon would have to wait.

Hitler had launched a counteroffensive in Alsace.

We were bound for the town of Haguenau to help hold the line.

But at least for that night, we didn't know it yet. That night, we were okay.

I spent part of that night trying to come up with a roster...

...for the company, to see who we had left.

We'd come into Belgium with 121 men and officers plus 24 replacements.

That's 145 total. We were going out with 63.

Guarnere was badly wounded, and Hoobler died accidentally.

Joe Toye had lost his leg.

Among the dead were Herron, Mellet, Sowosko, Kenneth Webb...

...Harold Webb, Alex Penkala and Skip Muck.

Our month in Belgium cost us one good officer, Buck Compton...

...and one bad one, Norman Dike.

But we gained a good one in the end, so I guess we came out ahead.

- What is it? - Nothing.

I better get back to Battalion before they disappear.

- You wanna ask me, don't you? - Ask you what, sir?

You wanna know if they're true or not, the stories about me.

You ever notice with stories like that...

...everyone says they heard it from someone who was there.

When you ask that person, they say they heard it from someone who was there.

It's nothing new.

I bet if you went back 2000 years, you'd hear a couple of centurions standing around...

...yakking about how Tertius lopped off the heads of Carthaginian prisoners.

Maybe they kept talking about it because they never heard Tertius deny it.

Maybe that's because Tertius knew there was value to men thinking...

...he was the meanest, toughest son of a bitch in the whole Roman Legion.

Sir?

These men aren't really concerned about the stories.

They're just glad to have you as our CO.

They're happy to have a good leader again.

From what I've heard, they've always had one.

I've been told there's always been one man they could count on.

Led them into Bois Jacques...

...held them together when they had the crap shelled out of them in the woods.

Every day kept their spirits up, kept the men focused, gave them direction.

All the things a good combat leader does.

You don't have any idea who I'm talking about, do you?

- No, sir. - Hell, it was you, first sergeant.

Ever since Winters made Battalion, you've been the leader of Easy Company.

Oh, and you're not gonna be first sergeant much longer, first sergeant.

Sir?

Winters put in for a battlefield commission. Sink approved on your behalf.

You should get the official nod in a few days.

Congratulations, lieutenant.

Hey, look, it's 1st Battalion.

- Hey! Hey! SOLDIER1: What do you want?

Thanks for crapping in our foxholes, you shitheads.

- Hey, it's our pleasure. LUZ: Yeah.

Enjoy the walk, boys.

SOLDIER 2: There they 90, Easy Company, riding out again.

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