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Farid Morocco

- The Allied forces struck a major blow

against the enemy today.

Pushing to trap the occupied French line into Germany

driving back Axis forces even farther.

A massive ground and air assault

put Germans fleeing deeper into retreat.

Bombings and artillery fire prove once again

the might of the American will

to bring freedom to the nations.

Heavily targeted were the German dam.

Shelled until it burst open unleashing a watery wall

of destruction on a nearby town

and suspected German base of operations.

Severe damage to Germany's infrastructure

helped Allies gain new ground

in the ever failing forces of Hitler's Third Reich.

Thousands of German soldiers surrendered to Allied forces

hoping too that the war of worlds will soon come to an end.

- Nazi scum!

I'm sending more of you to hell today!

- Sarge!

Lieutenant need you back in headquarters right away!

- Tell him I'm busy fighting his damn war!

- I have direct orders to bring you back immediately.

After I shoot a few more krauts!

All right, soldier.

Lets go see what's so important,

we have to stop fighting this damn war.

- What's this?

Leftovers from the ladies' club?

- Did you forget who you're talking to?

- Yes, sir.

- At ease.

- Why'd you pulled me off the battlefront?

I can't win a war slack-jawing with you.

- Something important has come up.

Now, shut up and listen.

- I'm all ears, lieutenant.

- About a week ago, our air force bombed a German dam.

It wiped out a suspected Nazi base and nearby town.

- That's the good news.

What's the bad news?

- We have it on good authority that the base

had a strongbox filled with secret German codes

that the enemy's been using.

- So?

- If we can get that in our hands,

we'd be on top of every message sent.

We can crush the German force

before they even have a chance to regroup.

It would help the war effort immensely.

Eisenhower wants this war over.

- If he hasn't noticed, we're already winning.

Maybe you haven't noticed tucked away

in this nice warm barracks.

- Not everyone wants war to last forever, sergeant.

General Eisenhower has led

the most successful war campaign ever on the European front.

Don't forget what he did in Africa.

He would do the same here.

- These greenbacks looks scared.

- Well, for the next five days, they are your men.

And you're going on a mission to get those codes.

Understood?

- It'd be better off if I went alone.

We'd stand a better chance.

- I'm not asking you.

I'm telling you.

That's a direct order.

- Yes, sir.

- Let me introduce them.

This is--

- Don't bother.

They'll be dead within a day.

Just give me the, I mean us, the briefing.

- Gather around.

Here's our position.

It's about 20 miles stretch to the dam

then about another mile or so to the destroyed base.

There are pockets of Germans throughout.

Go in, get the codes and get back here.

Then you can go back to the front lines.

Get shot for all I care.

- What happens if we get captured.

- Captured?

- Yeah, captured.

This is a war, you know?

- You have your orders, sergeant.

You move out in one hour.

Don't let your country, me or Eisenhower down.

- I won't.

I'm not so sure about these scaredy cat brigade.

- Don't worry, boys.

You're in good hands.

No one is more capable than him

to get you there and back safely.

Good luck.

Dismissed.

God help them.

- What's the matter soldier?

Shouldn't you be getting ready to move out?

- I already am.

Second time in a week I've been move to a new unit.

- Misfit, huh?

What's the matter?

They couldn't find a good place for you

to get shot to pieces?

- I can take care of myself and I'm not afraid to die.

- Who are you fooling, kid?

Everyone is afraid to die.

- The good lord will protect us.

- Go on over to the Red Cross hospital there.

Think about what you said.

God must've been out to lunch the day

those poor boys got massacred.

- Don't believe in god?

- I believe in this.

And you should too if you wanna get outta here alive.

Got it?

- Hi, I'm Wyoming.

- Hey, I'm MacInroy.

Nice to meet you.

Looks like you got the radio pack, huh?

- Yeah, someone's gotta do it.

What do you got there?

- Oh, this is a 16 millimeter newsreel camera.

I film the action and send the photos back

to the government.

They edit it into these new stories

so folks back home can watch at the picture houses.

- What do you shoot?

- Anything and everything.

I try to document it all.

This thing saved my life back on Normandy.

I shot footage of the entire fight up the cliff.

A bullet hit the camera and bounced off.

Three guys in front of me have blown up though.

- Nah, that's not for me.

Too close without a gun.

- I've done okay so far.

You scared?

- Yeah, you?

- Yeah, me too.

- How was it on Normandy?

- We went in by the boatloads.

First couple of landings, didn't stand a chance.

Killed almost instantly.

We kept pushing through and up the cliff though.

Krauts didn't think we'd make it.

You should've seen the look on their face

when they're to surrender.

I hear, we might actually meet up with Russian Red Army.

- Get over here!

This isn't social hour.

Names so I can fill out the reports later

once you're killed.

- Buford.

- MacInroy.

- Wyoming.

- Good.

You'll address me as Sarge.

We're not gonna be friends or buddies.

You'll follow my orders explicitly.

I want a smooth, clean operation.

No one thinks without me telling you first.

Every Nazi is an enemy.

And we're gonna have to kill a few along the way.

So get that straight.

You keep your personal belief and convictions to yourself.

This is war and war is hell.

And we're about to take a deeper step into it.

Now, let's move out.

- Shut up, take cover.

German plane.

- How could you tell?

- Cheap engine sound.

What the hell was that?

There been more than two of them, we'd be dead.

MacInroy, shoot with your gun, not your camera.

Did you shoot at them of the ground?

- Them, Sarge.

- I could've swore I saw your bullets hit the ground.

You're not afraid to kill, are you?

It's okay to kill by god in the time of war.

You didn't shoot at all.

- I froze, Sarge.

- Froze?

You'd think they woulda hesitated to kill you?

Well?

- You look good on camera, Sarge.

- Shut up before I ram that camera down your throat.

Get it together.

All of you.

Next time we encounter the enemy,

act like men, not children.

- What do you see, Sarge?

- An old barn.

- Could be full of krauts.

- Well, then we'll have to give them a welcoming party.

- All clear.

- Same here.

- Let's take a look inside.

It's getting dark.

Let's station here for the night.

- Yes, Sarge.

- This is Leader One to base.

Leader One to base.

- We receive you, Leader One.

This is Base Command.

What is the progress of your mission?

- We're hunkered down for the night.

Making advances towards the directive.

No American casualties.

- Proceed as planned.

Report back tomorrow.

- Yes, sir.

Over and out.

- You know something, Wyoming?

This footage I'm shooting

could help document this crazy war for generations to come.

- What do you think

they'll do with all these footage?

- Show it people.

So if down the road, we don't end up in the same boat again.

World wars.

Hey, we will be famous.

You're in some of these footage enough.

- I don't wanna be famous.

I just wanna come home.

- What you got back there?

- A job, a family, a future.

- My future is in television, I wanna be a news cameraman.

- You got a good start.

- What do you wanna do when you get back?

- I just wanna find a beach, sit down in the sand,

have the ocean breeze on my face.

That'd be great.

- Certainly, it would.

Hey, throw in some gas and I'll join you.

Now, there are some fine ladies in France

and when we liberated them from the Nazis,

they're more than complementary if you know what I mean.

- All right, let's hit the sack.

Tomorrow's another wonderful day

and we need to be ready.

- My forever girl, I miss and love you dearly.

This war business is all messed up.

The battlefield is chaos

and there's blood and death everywhere.

I have kept my faith and hold fast to your love

knowing we'll be together soon.

I haven't mentioned a word to anyone

about my wanting to be a minister and all.

I don't think anyone mixed up in this sees god anywhere.

I'm on a daring mission now, can't reveal to much

but we have to retrieve something

of utmost importance to war effort.

Our sergeant loves this game.

Shoots Nazis like we swat flies back home.

Doesn't even flinch.

Thank god, I haven't been forced to do that yet.

I pray everyday, god will spare me a situation like that.

I never want to take the life of another human being.

The Ten Commandments state we shall not kill.

If yet, when war stamped on it, it's okay?

I'm conflicted but we'll hold my ground.

How can you be a minister if you've taken a life needlessly?

Lights out so I gotta go.

All my love, Buford.

- You guys ever smoked?

Well, you do now.

That's a cure what ails you.

Afraidy cat brigade right here.

- Don't worry, kid.

We'll be all right.

It'll get easier as it goes along.

These Germans probably weren't alone.

Let's go check it out.

- Why don't we just go around?

- I figured you'd say that.

No, we need to take them out.

Otherwise, they'll be on our heels

all the way to the objective.

Take them by surprise.

On my order, shoot to kill.

Go!

Let's check it out.

Get some news footage of these dead krauts.

That's the second time I've caught you

not firing at the enemy.

- I did!

- You looked down.

You closed your eyes.

I don't care about your moral and religious convictions.

God has abandoned us.

When I tell you to shoot to kill, you do just that!

Looks like ammunition station.

- Would you look at this.

- There's still a lot of ammunitions here.

- Damn krauts, must've been using

as a halfway drop and load.

- Why don't we blow it up?

- What?

- Destroy it.

Otherwise, these bombs could come down

on American heads or ours.

- Good plan.

These Nazis have been bombing England for months.

They can stand to lose a few, right?

You're smart enough to throw it

after you pull the pin, aren't you?

On three.

One, two, three.

- I missed the best part.

- Don't worry, news boy.

You'll get plenty more opportunities.

- If only we had some marshmallows.

- Ha, real funny.

- I heard a couple of our GIs got ambushed in this vicinity.

We'll check for more bodies.

Ever since D-Day, our boys' been spread all across Europe.

- Does this change your opinion any?

Makes you angry, doesn't it?

Maybe kill a few Nazis just for the hell of it.

Take a real good look and don't forget it.

Our men's bodies have been splattered everywhere.

Churchill and his English brigade died just as easily.

Death doesn't discriminate.

Any more?

- I found two.

I think it was two.

- Look at that.

One of ours.

- You think it's booby trap, Sarge?

- Little chance of that.

This was a hit and run mission.

Retaliation for the fire bombings as Dresden

- It would be a shame to just leave it lying around.

- Yes, it would.

With this baby on our side,

we could cut a couple of days off our mission.

- I know a little something about tanks.

Come on, we'll see if it still runs.

- I didn't think we'd ever this close, Sarge.

- Take command of this tank, Buford.

- I'll see what I can do.

It seems the drive gear is stuck.

It appears some of the wiring has shorted.

I'll have to reroute it.

- Do what you need but hurry.

We got a war to win.

- Are we driving this all the way to the objective, Sarge?

- As far as we can without drawing attention.

- I think I got it.

Open the exhaust fan on the bottom panel

so we don't choke to death.

- Got it.

- You got it started but can you drive it?

- Sure.

Which way?

- Due east, 15 kilometers.

- Yes, Sarge.

- What's going on?

- The tank is empty.

We're not going anywhere

till we get some fuel in this crate.

- End of the line.

- Everyone out.

We're not gonna waste too much time or effort on this tank.

Buford, MacInroy, I want you to do a quick recon.

Scout the area for any possible fuel dumps

or any out buildings containing fuel.

- Yes, Sarge.

- What do we do?

- Wait.

- It looks deserted.

- And those look like fuel drums.

- Yeah, let's report back.

- What'd you find?

- A potentially deserted out building

with what appears to be fuel drums out front.

- All right, let's go take a closer look.

Definitely petrol.

Not exactly what we need.

This is for planes.

- Well, it might rip the guts out of the tank

but she should run off it.

- Over here!

- What do we have here?

A Nazi kraut.

A lousy Nazi kraut.

Well, today isn't your lucky day, kraut.

- He looks like just a kid, we should take him prisoner.

- To hell with that.

- The Geneva Convention dictates--

- To hell with the Geneva Convention.

- Look, he's scared.

He's probably a deserter.

- Are you a deserter, killer?

- Nein!

Nein!

- Spy?

- Nein!

- We should take him prisoner.

- We don't have time for prisoners.

- His gun hasn't even been fired.

It's not even loaded.

- That doesn't mean he couldn't stick us with a knife.

Give him his gun back.

- What?

- Nein, nein.

- I gave you an order.

- He's surrendering.

- No, he isn't.

He's about to draw a fire on us.

MacInroy, start filming when I tell you.

- Sarge, this is inhumane.

- Nazis are inhumane.

- This has gone on long enough.

I won't stand for it.

- Then sit down!

Put your gun on me, kraut, like you mean to kill me.

Do it!

Do it!

Start filming, MacInroy.

Do it!

- Nein!

- Do it! - Nein!

- He refused to surrender.

Just as we are about to draw fire so I shot him.

Simple enough.

Let's roll these barrels over to the tank

and get it filled up.

Buford, you park the tank behind the building.

It's getting late.

We'll stay here for the night.

I'm giving you orders, soldiers!

Listen!

- Where's Buford?

- In the tank, being antisocial.

Writing a letter to his sweetheart back home.

- You did punch him in the face.

- He disobeyed orders.

- He was only doing what was right.

- What was right?

What was right, really?

I know things about these filthy Germans

that make you wanna kill every single one of them.

- Like what?

We all know war is a dirty business.

- I've seen photos.

Heard stories what these krauts

are doing to innocent human beings.

- Yeah?

- Unspeakable inhumanities.

Makes you question your faith in the human race entirely.

Ever heard of the German death camps?

- No, what are they?

- You see, the Germans are rounding up people

and taken them to slave labor camps,

working them till they die,

butchering them, starving them,

raping them by the thousands.

They make them dig their own graves,

strip them naked then shoot them.

Bringing them in by the train load everyday

and exterminate them.

- It's horrifying, really?

- So when I killed that stupid kraut,

it barely makes up for what they're doing right now.

Where's the Geneva Convention in a German death camp?

- [Buford] My love, I am learning everyday that war is hell.

If a place exists, we are right in the middle of it.

I saw things today that made me question my faith

and people altogether.

Will this war ever end?

Will fighting between people ever end?

I have slowly learned there are no winners in a war.

It starts, it ends.

And those who begin and move on,

the innocent people fight it but leaders watch it unfold.

I can't believe god would let this happen.

He does give us a free will

and I suppose strife factors into that.

I hope to return home the same person I was when I left.

It makes me wonder when we marry and have children.

Will they face this nightmare too called war?

Or will we fight and win so no other human being

has to stain his hands with the blood of others?

More later.

Love, Buford.

- We need to call HQ.

Headquarters, this is Leader One.

- Sarge, he's hit!

- Don't worry about him!

Flush those krauts out!

- Buford did right by MacInroy.

There's not enough left for these krauts to fill a boot.

- Yeah.

- You just hold on, you're gonna be okay.

- The camera, the footage.

Take care of it!

- We will, MacInroy.

We'll make sure the whole world sees it.

- I can't see.

It's cold and dark.

I can't wait.

- Reach for the light.

Reach for it.

- Should I go?

I can't leave you guys.

You guys need me.

I can't wait, father.

- Is he gone?

- Of course, he is.

The bullet pierced his heart.

He held out longer than most.

- What was he talking about?

- He wants the world to see his footage.

- No, before that.

About the light.

- Ramblings of a dying man.

They all go out differently.

- He saw his father, passed him to eternity.

Sometimes, love ones wait for you and help you cross over.

- I guess when I go out, I'll be on my own.

He deserves a decent burial wherever he went.

- Should we say something?

- If we stop to give a moment of silence

to every fallen soldier,

the Germans would've won the war already.

- Wyoming is right.

He deserves a moment of silence.

May you find peace, brother.

In the arms of our lord and in heaven.

You make me nervous looking over my shoulder all the time.

- I'm watching how you drive thing

in case you're not around.

And we have to.

- I'm not driving this thing.

- You will if I order you to.

- Yes, Sarge.

- Everyone out!

Get your things!

We got a kraut land mine and the tracks are busted.

There's no way we can fix it.

- Guess it's back to boots and sweat.

- Let's call HQ.

Base Command, this is Leader One.

- This is Base Command.

Please report your progress.

We commandeered an American tank but the tracks blew out.

We're proceeding to the directive on foot.

- Understood.

Proceed with caution.

- Yes, sir.

Over and out.

All right, girls.

Let's head out.

Hold on, krauts!

Three o'clock!

- Kill one, three more show up.

- They're nothing better than cockroaches.

- Look Sarge, there's the dam.

- Come on, let's move out.

- I'm sure they did a number on this place.

- I wish I would've been here.

Nothing would've made me happier

than seeing a couple hundred krauts washed away.

- The base can't be too far off.

- Intel puts it about a mile that way.

There it is.

- What a mess.

- Well, all we gotta do now is grab the code and get out.

Mission accomplished.

- You think it's gonna be that easy?

- Well, yeah.

- We may have to get our hands dirty.

- Meaning what?

- That strongbox could be anywhere in that building.

Buried under eternal rubble.

- Or washed away into the town with the flood.

- Let's try to remain positive.

- It's just a thought.

This place could use a housekeeper.

- Funny.

All right, Buford, you take the first floor.

Wyoming, you take the basement.

I'll take the second floor.

We're looking for a small metal container.

No bigger than ammunitions box.

- Got it.

- Oh, watch out for mines and booby traps.

-Thanks, Sarge.

Will do.

- It's gonna be like finding

a needle in a haystack.

- Nothing.

But in this light, you could trip over a platoon and see it.

- We should wait until morning

and make more thorough search.

We can see better.

- Who put you in charge?

- I was stating the facts.

- Yeah, but I give the orders around here.

I say we wait until morning.

We'll conduct a more extensive search.

- I just said that.

- Yeah, but I give the orders around here.

Unless you got a shrapnel wound to your head

and your memory's getting foggy.

- No, Sarge.

- Let's hunker down for the night.

Keep your eyes open.

There maybe more Germans out there slithering around.

- Yes, Sarge.

- Sarge.

- What is it, Wyoming?

Don't you ever shut up?

- It's too early to sleep.

- Why don't you write home to your girlfriend

like Buford does every night.

- I don't have a girl.

- Why doesn't that surprise me?

- When I got drafted, I knew I didn't want to make a woman

wait for me for at least a year.

It's not fair.

- Is that the best excuse you've got?

- It's not fair.

Do you think Buford's girl will wait for him?

- She's probably back bawling Jody till he gets back home.

- Do you really think so?

He'd be awfully upset.

- Ah, I'm just pulling your leg, kid.

You take everything too seriously.

- War is a serious business.

I'm not afraid to admit it, I'm afraid everyday.

- Everybody's afraid, kid.

You needn't feel special.

- Even you?

- Yeah.

- Really?

- I'm afraid the war'll end today.

Then I have to decide what to do the rest of my life.

- Whatever you want.

- It's that easy, huh?

- Well, yeah.

- Well, here in this hell torn place,

killing is okay.

It's legal.

Back home, it's a crime.

- Well, once we get back home, you won't need to kill that.

I mean we would've been defeated.

- There's enemies everywhere you turn in this world.

Even on American soil.

Don't forget the Pacific battle going on.

Japs are as bad as Germans.

We wiped their noses clean, took out all their battleships.

Or they're air defenses are in taters as well.

What I wouldn't give to be in the Marshall Islands

killing a few Japs?

- You can't go around your whole life hating.

- This is the rest of our life.

Maybe all the wayward Christian pray for me.

- Pray for what?

- Pray that the war keeps going.

Just keeps going.

- To my forever girl,

finding time to write gets harder and harder.

But I make it a point to send a letter everyday.

I hope you're getting them.

I know you've written back but the mail

is so slow getting to us due to the fact

we constantly move around.

I'm betting there'll be a dozen letters waiting for me

when we get back to our main barrack

once this crazy mission is over.

I'm convinced our sergeant is crazy, I mean really crazy.

He likes all these war business and I get the impression

he never wants it to end.

If you go the movie house,

look for me in some of the newsreels.

We had a combat photographer with us and some of his footage

may get back home.

Imagine seeing me on a giant screen.

Pretty amazing.

Well, we have a long day tomorrow.

Lights out.

All my love, Buford.

- Now, logic would have it

they would've kept the strong box in a office.

Down at the far end appears to be one.

Flood woulda washed it out down there.

So let's make a concentrated effort to scour the floor.

- Yes, Sarge.

- Is that it?

- There's only way to find out.

It's stuck!

Stand back.

- It's German code, all right.

- This is what we came for.

- Well, now we can get out of here.

- First we gotta bury this box back up.

- He's finished!

Let's move out!

Go!

- [Buford] Go!

- We're sitting duck if they cut us off from the rear.

- Let's get through woods in there!

- This oughta cool their heels.

- Sarge, Sarge, Sarge.

- Guess this war is over for me after all.

Give these back no matter what.

- This is to inform you

that Private Buford K. Stanton was killed

in the line of duty.

He's bravery and sacrifice in the defense of our country

will never be forgotten.

He died while on a mission to retrieve valuable information

that was necessary to our ultimate victory.

Farid Morrocco