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Get ready!

Hook up!

Check your equipment!

Sound off your equipment check!

- Two okay!
- One okay!

Go to the door!

Give 'em hell!

Go!

(Vocalist sings jazz)

Attention!

Hold.

Sit.

Either you're incredibly smart,
or you kiss a whole lot of brass.

Let me see if I have this right.

According to you, the success of the
entire airborne invasion

is your small group of men.

Yes, sir.

I have serious reservations.

It's a gamble, at best.

Have you thought about your boys being
stranded, if the invasion is called off?

It's a bad domino effect.

If your men fail,
the airborne invasion fails.

And, if that happens it spells disaster
for the men on the beach.

Them and me.

No more cocktail parties.

I don't like the odds.

Let the orders come down.
Your plan is good.

So, make damn sure you
pick the right men for the job.

This isn't going to work.

These are our guys
from the 508th...

and these are the men transferring
in from the 504th...

then you got this guy.

- Henry.
- Yeah, the boxer.

And, then you've got this...

- Riga Polis...
- Rigopoulos...

Rigopoulos,...
from Massachusetts.

He's a joker from what I'm told.

That's what they call themselves.

Yeah, really, a street gang,
not an infantry unit.

They're supposed to just come in the last
minute and blend in with our boys?

You gotta like Livingston,
the Alabama kid, though.

178 parachute jumps already under
his belt. 178, can you believe that?

His record's not what
bothers me.

It's the mindset.
Test parachutes?

Who volunteers to test parachutes?

What about you?

You just got married.
Your wife's expecting.

If she knew what you
volunteered for...

- she'd kill you.
- You're right, she would.

This isn't going to work.

Captain thinks it will.

Yeah, well, at least you've met him.

Well, they should be on base,
any minute.

Should be interesting.

Oh, great!
Another truckload of mouths to feed.

Which one's Livingstone?

Which one is he?

Well, it's not him.

Him?

Now, as isolated as we were,
it wasn't surprising

that we sounded like a sewing circle.

Cut off, fenced in.

Out of touch with everything
except our Pathfinder team.

Which, as of today, has just doubled
in size with a group of total strangers.

Strangers, who held our lives
in their hands.

Someone, somewhere, must have thought
this was a good idea.

- Good morning ladies.
- But, right then, I wasn't so sure.

Aren't you a pretty looking bunch?

Better than looking ugly as
home made soup. (Light laughter)

At least you gotta be 10 percent smarter
than what you're working on.

I don't want to waste your time and I don't
waste mine, so I'll cut to the chase.

We got a bet going for the invasion date.
Two bucks gets you in the pool.

- Hey, let me give it a try.
- Now, with you guys here,

it doubles the pot.

Two bucks gets you in.

- Two bucks.
- Two... Wait, who said I wanted In?

- Two bucks.
- Who said I...

No, I never said I wanted in?

- It's too late to get out now.
- Two bucks.

I'm not in.
I was never in.

- I never said I'd participate...
- Two bucks...

Hey, it's great to see you.
We know each other a long time.

- This is my buddy Cicero.
- How are you.

- We go way back.
- Yeah, hey, nice to meet you.

- Bets.
- Hell, even Livingston's in.

All right, try it now.

- I think it can work.
- Providing they change the landing.

Don't change the drop-zone.

Sir, this is the trooper
you wanted to see, Lieutenant.

Is this one of yours?

Maybe.

Lieutenant, I see you
at the briefing.

It's been reported to me on more
than one occasion...

that you've got 178 jumps
under your belt.

Research for airborne?

You could call it that, sir.

Now, 178. Does a body get
hazzard pay for 178 jumps?

No, sir.

Haven't you any fear?

You do.
But, you're not gonna tell me, right?

All right, Private.
I'll see you in the briefing.

Yes, sir.

I like him.

- So you met the captain.
- Well, yeah, I got his name.

Well?

Neal

Neal.

Well, what do you think, Gene?

Gene?

I figure we better start going
by first names.

Nobody can tell whose in whose regiment.
We got our boys.

We got the boys from the 504.
And, now our C.O.'s from the 505.

Like a military gumbo.

I kinda like gumbo.

Yes, I'm still here.

I know, Corporal. But, I still haven't
received any of the red and yellow.

Yes, I know that the planes are being
marked with black and white paint.

I'm telling you,
I additionally requested

all the red and yellow
paint you can find.

Everything that you've got.
And, sent the...

No, corporal, hang up again.
Corporal.

Corporal!
Corporal!

Damn it!

Mark my words.

Some day, someone's going
to find a way

to make you wait on the phone at
the push of a button.

For Pete's sake, I hope he fights
better than he types.

Corporal, I'm not interested
in your mix ups.

I'm personally putting you in charge of
getting me all the red and yellow paint

you can get your little
brubby hands on. Is that clear!

That's classified.
That's classified!

Just get me the paint, Corporal.
Make it top priority. Is that understood?

Right away!

Damn.

Sir, we need you to sign this.

Thank you, sir.

- Major.
- Thank you.

- Good afternoon.
- Good afternoon, sir.

- Would you, uh... like a cup?
- No, thank you.

- How's your team coming together?
- Just fine, sir.

The mission's a go.

But, there's been a slight
change in plans.

Is there a problem?

There are no problems,
Neal, only challenges.

Once you and your men have jumped and
made it to the ground...

You only got half an
hour to locate and

mark the drop-zones
for the coming invasion.

And, stay alive long
enough to help guide them in.

Let's get to brass tax.

They shifted your drop-zone...

over a mile and a half
from the original location.

Right here.

There's the 91st
German infantry.

Whose idea was that?

They're going to be stirred up
like a hornet's nest.

There's no way around this one.
I'm sorry, Neal.

And the reports are correct?

The 91st German infantry
are specialists in...

anti-parachute maneuvers.

- That is... that is a challenge.
- No, that's a problem.

Look, Neal.

We both know I can't guarantee
the invasion will follow.

Your Pathfinders could get left out
there with their pants down.

But, if the invasion
does follow...

you must light those beacons
and show us the way.

Well, good you're here.

Stay out of trouble.
I see you when I get back.

- Hello.
- Now, not a good time?

Depends.
Have you been thinking of me?

- The strong, silent type.
- Yeah, I mean, no.

No, I'm not the strong,
silent type.

And, yes, I have been
thinking about you.

Good.

- And you.
- Me? Of course, naturally.

The table needs to be
set for dinner.

Well, if I can be there in time for dinner,
would you set a place for me?

That's absurd.
Is this a rhetorical question?

- Well?
- Would you get your father, please?

Neal, I really don't have time for this.

Who is that you're taking
to on the telephone?

- Supper is almost ready.
- Just answer the question.

There is always a place for you.
Now, I have to go.

Why does a fighter
fly so low?

That wasn't a fighter.

Since when did you become a professor
of aviation engineering, hmm?

Would you like some peas?

I would love some peas,
darling, thank you.

- What about this?
- Yes.

How many engines
does a Spitfire have?

Just one.

Well, the RAF should know better
than to fly so low.

Aren't there laws about such things?

The B-17 is the American Fortress,
my dear.

I do not think that was a B-17.
It has two engines.

- How many engines does a B-17 have?
- Four.

Who taught you that?

They even lie to them, as well?

With all that military equipment
and personnel on this island...

it's a wonder we haven't
begun to sink.

- That's right.
- Very true.

- Would you like some potatoes?
- I'd like some potatoes, please.

- What is that?
- The kids prefer.

He's holding out on me.
Oh, man.

Holding on to them for no reason. Smoke
that one cigarete as badly I do.

Come on.

Got any smokes?

- Got a light?
- Yeah.

Well,... you pick a date?

I don't gamble.
You know that.

How about you, Gerard?

Look, I don't know
these guys from Adam.

And, I'm just not ready
to hand over my wallet.

But you are ready
to hand over your life.

- You know I don't have no choice.
- What if you did?

The Spartans never
would have agreed to it.

(Loud click)

Sorry.

Well,...

it's a riddle, and we're the ones
that are forced to figure it out.

True. But, would you?

All we need to do is stay focused,

and I guarantee you, nature
will take care of the rest.

Nature?
We aren't sitting at Waldon Pond.

Look, this isn't a discussion
on theology, Thoreu or Emerson,...

but one of sound logic and
military strategy.

Maybe, it's neither.

Maybe, it's simply a question
of mathematics and economics.

Maybe, we are the bottom of the barrel,
scrapped together at the last minute...

but at least we're
in the barrel.

A barrel of fish? A barrel of beer?
A barrel of pickles?

You know, you're going to fit right
in with those guys.

Well, I agree they're not
good conversationalists.

I would rather jump with a combat

tested renegade, or whatever
you want to call them,

than a handful of men who haven't
even seen combat.

- That's the hand they've been dealt.
- That's true.

Well, everything happens for a reason.

No.

The answer to your question.

No, I wouldn't.

But, maybe someone knows
something we don't.

All right, guys.
Briefing in 5.

D~Day.
Operation Overlord.

Gentlemen, we jump tonight.

I do, however, have some news.

Due to the increased presence
of the 91st German infantry division...

command has seen fit to shift
our drop-zone, Drop-zone N,...

1 point 5 miles inland.
Here.

And, as you can see,
we're surrounded on two sides...

by flooded rivers...

and, on a third side,
by the enemy.

Also, intelligence tell us...

the 91st German Infantry division
is currently executing...

anti-parachute maneuvers.

All to ensure we get a proper welcome.

And, the finest in German hospitality.

So we're gonna have to move fast
to get this job done.

Lieutenant Weaver.

This is the briefing area
for Drop-zone N.

If you don't belong in
the briefing area drop-zone N,

you need to find your
respective drop-zone briefing area.

(Laughter)

All right, let's go over it again.

Our job is to ensure that thousands
they should be.

Of U.S. paratroops land where
they're supposed to.

Without a system, our pilots will
be pissing in the wind...

droppping our troops all over
the French countryside.

At that point, the airborne
invasion will fail.

The solution. You.
The Pathfinders.

Ahead of the entire invasion, we will be
first ones to set foot on French soil.

Once we touch down, we have 30 minutes
to complete the following.

A: Locate our drop-zone.

B: Get it lit so that
our pilots can see it.

And, C: Have our Eureka
transmitter up and operational.

Now, once transmitting, Eureka will

transmit to the airborne invasion planes.

The planes have been equipped with
the Rebecca receiver...

directing them to us and the exact
location where to drop our troops.

Thus, beginning the invasion.

It's Eureka to Rebecca.
Eureka to Rebecca.

And, you men from the 508th...

your job is to ensure
that the lights are set up...

and that the Eureka is up
and operational.

You men from the 504,
your only objective...

is to keep them alive.

Last, you guys know that this mission
has been called off in the past.

And that there's no guarantees that
won't happen again.

So, yes, this may be a one-way ticket.

If it is...

we just grow beards like
Robinson Crusoe.

We assemble at 16.00 hours.

Go back to your quarters, get your gear
and see you in the assembly area.

Dismissed.

- Well, is it true?
- As sure as the day is long.

Those 505th guys can't land
within a few feet of each other.

- How?
- The jump blocks at the door.

I would not go changing
things around, now.

As long as I don't land in a tree,
I'm happy.

What are the chances
of that happening?

I would take a tree
over an open field, any day.

Landing in an open field...

is like being as naked as a newborn.

What do you all?

Keep stuffing your pockets full,
they're going to burst at the seams.

Look, you heard the lieutenant.

We are not the hunters, fellows.
We're the hunted.

A 90 percent chance the
invasion will get called off?

We're going to be stranded out there
with a group a group of guys

who call themselves, The Jokers?

If I were you,
I would pack more food.

Do you honestly think you're gonna...

get the chance to smoke all those?

- I'll smoke each cigarette in this tent.
- Then you might need these, then.

Thanks.
My breath is fine.

Your breath... could knock
a buzzard off a manure pile.

Give them to Riggs.
He's the ladies man.

Speak of the devil.

- Which of you are the Eureka operators?
- Are we taking bets, again?

You?...
How about you?

No.

Gerard, Francis...

Hamilton.

That's not the instruction manual,
is it?

It comes with an instruction manual?
(Light laughter)

Well, we're standing down.
We jump tomorrow.

- We what? Why not today?
- Fog.

So much for the weather gods.

Hell, Livingston took the fifth,
sixth and seventh.

I told you, I told it was going
to be sooner.

You didn't tell me anything.

I did, you don't listening.

- Your true genius is showing through.
- Humpf...

Hey!
Thanks, pal.

You know, you look just like our
own C.O.

Boy, the panks we used to pull on him.

Talk about devious.

Our old C.O. used to love
fresh ground pepper.

He used to have this fancy
pepper grinder, whereever he went.

He used to stick it in his back pocket
like a huge log of wood.

And, he would limp into
the mess hall every day.

Do you know how many dead flies you
can find on an army base?

Everywhere.
They're on the floor, in the latrine.

I got the whole platoon
looking for these dead flies.

I got more dead flies
than I know what to do with.

- He starts lining 'em up. Attalion insects.
- I got my own battalion of bugs.

It's perfect.
But, for the perfect crime...

you need three things:

You need a motive.

You need a weapon.

But, what we didn't have
was the opportunity.

It was like every time
we tried to strike...

we'd pack up and move.
He volunteers me

to carry these bugs.
These little bastards.

Finally, opportunity knocks.

So, under the cover of darkness...

we drop our army of dead
flies into his peppergrinder.

And, every day at chow
we sit back and

laugh every time we hear,
scrish, scrish, scrish.

All right, gentlemen.
Line up.

They want us to take a picture.

Gather round, boys.
I'm in the front row.

It looks that way.
Makes you wonder if...

if they know what's about to happen.

Makes you wonder if calling off the jump

the night before was all part of the plan.

Okay, gentlemen,
this one's for the history books.

"Quad heicos fabular".

Hey, Pickles, you spoke Latin?
You do not know me.

There's a lot you don't know about me.

Maybe that was part
of the overall plan, too.

Which plane is he in?

Yours.

But, don't worry,
somebody's looking out for you.

Birds of a feather.

A man needs a little more than that,
don't you think.

It's not the size.

Keep telling yourself that, Gerard.
You dreamer.

I'm supposed to grab a rifle
once I hit the ground.

I can't jump with both the Eureka
and a rifle.

Then, let's hope there's not
many lying around.

I just don't like the idea.

It's the apprehension, not the act.

I know all the guys with an M-1.

I just hate going to bed at night...

wondering which one it's going to be.

I wouldn't worry about it.
It's knives and grenades 'till dawn.

If you pick up mine,
I'll be all right it.

I just don't like the idea.

Well, if I find one,
I'll pick it up for you...

and I won't tell you
where it came from.

Come on.
The cigarette break's over.

Come on. Let's go.
Let's get a move on.

Hey, Pickles, don't forget
your purse.

Hey, there's a surprise,
Riggs is talking again.

So, we're flying into Sicily, right...

we got the nav blasting us with flak.
We're bouncing all over the place.

The guys are sicker than dogs.
Me, I'm gritting my teeth so hard,

I'm looking like hell.

And, I'll puke my lunch up
all over the floor.

Then there was this guy.
What was his name?

Simmons, the guys name
was Simmons.

Simmons, that's right.
So, he's sitting right across from me...

and he's heaving so bad,
but nothing's coming up.

Any minute, he was going to launch
a load of puke right into Wiggs lap.

Simmons just keeps on heaving.
Pukes every below.

I'm waiting for him to spray puke
all over everyone.

But nothing's coming up.
Next to Simmons Sat

You should have seen the guy
next to Simmons.

That guy next to Simmons,
he's green in the gills, too.

It's heads or tail
who's going to puke first.

- But, my money's on...
- Simmons.

Yeah, I know, Sim...

He's got his hands cupped out.
He's ready to catch whatever comes up.

He's whew, whew, whew...

I'm thinking, man,
just don't throw up.

But if Simmons keeps this up,
I'm gonna barf.

I don't know how much more of
this I can take.

Simmons is ready to hurl.
He's got his hands ready.

But, I just know we're bouncing around

so much there's no way he's gonna stop.

Just as he barfs...

A flak blast rocks us sideways and
the hand covering the mouth...

splits the vomit into two streams.

(Light laughter)

Once he starts, the puke splits,
some to the right...

hits the guy right in his face,

the other stream shoots across
and hits a guy right in the side.

The guy next to Simmons is not
a happy camper. He is mad.

Mad as hell.

He turns to Simmons and says,
"You mother... blaaah"...

He throws it all right in
Simmons lap.

Simmons looks down and sees all the
barf bits on his reserve parachute.

He tries to rub off
the documents,

but he has a piece...

It's like a worm on
a fishing line.

Next thing you know, we get the red jump
we are ready to jump.

Light and we're hooked up and ready to go.

- But Simmons isn't.
- No, not at all.

Now he's right behind me.
And he's about to heave... blaah...

I'm thinking, "Any moment
I'm gonna get...

a second load of dinner".
Right in my face.

I pray, "Come on, turn me,
turn me around".

Riggs, keep your eyes on my pack,
would you?

The light turns green, I shuffle to the
door, and out the door...

- with not a drop of puke on my jumpsuit.
- Not a drop.

- Hey, so what did you have for lunch?
- Wait, wait, wait, you got lunch?

Yeah, I got lunch.
Where did you get lunch?

Get your hands off my bag.

Get your hands off my bag.

Every one of us has got to figure
this out for themselves.

For me, the moment I step m my foot
out that door...

I accept the fact that
I just died.

For those three seconds,
it's all in God's hands.

But when I look up above me and I see
that big, beautiful canopy of silk...

I'm a reborn man.

Death and rebirth.
Every time I jump.

So do not worry yourself about it
too much. I'll see you in France.

Lord, I thank you for looking
out for me...

Give me strength that
I'll not let these men down...

that I'll do my duty as a soldier.

But if it is your will
that I should be killed...

Please make it quick.

Maybe a shot in the head.

Chest wounds are nasty, but
they don't last long.

Please let a gut wound. It takes a long
long time before you die.

Time for a man to die
with a wound like that.

But whatever you do,
please make it quicky.

Lord, I don't want to be alone
if it does happen.

So, if you can arrange that, Lord,
I'd be very grateful.

Your will be done. Amen.

I don't need to remind you that
the success of this mission hinges

solely on your ability
to evade the enemy.

Do not give away your position
unless abosolutely necessary.

The Eureka tranmitter and the
lights are the only way...

our planes are gonna see
their drop zones.

We've got a lot of men
counting on us.

God speed, gentlemen.
See you on the ground.

Saddle up, gear up boys.
We're going to Normandy.

I'm sorry, but no calls
are being put through at this time.

I was told this was the best
time to put the call through.

I'm sorry, madam, but no calls
are being accepted, at this time.

This happens from time to time.
Don't worry. I'm sure all is well.

If anyone's going to make it back,
he will.

Get ready!

Stand!

Hook up!

Check your equipment!

Sound off your equipment check!

- Two okay!
- One okay!

Go to the door!

Give 'em hell!

Go!

Come on! Move!

Move it!

Go. Go!

- Damn it.
- Go replace him!

We did already.

I get it for you.

Come on. Let's go.

- Don't ever do that again.
- I got something for you.

It is a German bandage.

I do not want. Take this.
It smells funny, anyway.

- I got it for you.
- I don't know where it's been.

- Okay, I'll find a use for it.
- Let's go.

You lucky son of a bitch.

Let's see if that luck doesn't rub off.
Hey, pass him that light.

Don't lose it, don't break it,
don't sit on it.

We only got one, you understand?

All right, let's move out.
We got a light to delivery.

Trying to get caught?

- Where's the transmitter?
- You ain't got one?

We got a light and we gotta
get it to that drop zone.

Go! Go! Go!

For God's sake, move! Move!

Move it trooper!
Go! Go! Go! Go!

Go! Go! Go!

All right, looks like they reload.
Over that hedgerow.

Trooper, what did I tell you about
that bag?

Hey, eyes front.

Grenade! Get it out of here!

Grenade, grenade!

No!

Go out of there.

I'm surprised you didn't use
your 'cricket' too.

Well, I would have, if I wasn't
carrying your gift in my other hand.

What did you think it was,
his wallet?

The "cricket" is some brainchild
of some college graduate.

- And look what it got this guy.
- Brainchild?

- You're nothing but a two-bit pickpocket.
- You hear any crickets?

Well, if you think I'm gonna go
through the whole night...

without once using
the password,

you're out of your mind.
It has a purpose.

- That's his.
- It's mine, now.

And it might have a purpose,
but I'm not using it.

Flash.

Thunder.

Damn it, Riggs.

- Is this it?
- Well, at least until the morning.

Come morning, I got a date.

If we make 'til then.

Now, aren't you just
a bright ray of sunshine.

No time for chicken hecking, ladies.

We got no time,
and a mile and a half to go.

(Imitates chicken clucking sounds)
That's cute.

I'll take the point.
Riggs follows in the rear.

Right where he likes it.

(Riggs makes more chicken sounds)

Oh, switch to a rooster.

What the hell are they shooting at?

- Probably that idiot in the tree.
- Which tree?

Which idiot?

Come on, let's go.

- Do you have your Eureka?
- No.

- Got a light?
- No.

- Do you have your rifle?
- No.

- Damn it, Riggs. Put him back in the tree.
- Get right on it, sir.

I got my 45.

Get over!

Covering fire.

Come on, Cicero. Get's go. Get's go.
Come, on. Get's go.

Let's move, clock's ticking!

- What's the hold up?
- Open field, sir.

Wedge formation.

Let's move.

- Stop!
- Put your hands up.

Drop it.
Whoa, Whoa, Whoa.

Hold your fire! Hold your fire!

Stay down.

Where the hell did you
come from?

All right, Lieutenant, how did you do it?

How did you get through?

- Magic.
- Magic?

Every time we try to get out, they
outflank us and push us back here.

- Well, then move faster.
- Yeah, how did we get through?

- They let you through.
- They know you're here.

Oh, good.

I don't like surprises.

Where's the light team?

Out of 58 men,
this is what we know we have.

- Still, no rifle?
- No.

Hey, hey.
Here they come. Here they come.

Hold your fire.

Hold.

Hold your fire.

Stay down.

Stay down.

Hold.

Hold.

I said, 'Hold your fire'.

- Somebody help him out.
- Easy. He's shot. He's hit. Doc!

Doc! Doc! Do something!
Doc!

Doc, get over here!

All right, buddy, I'm here,
I'm here, I'm here.

Look at me. Look at me.

- Reed, stay with me.
- Oh, man.

Hang in there, come on.
Don't give up.

Hang in there.
Don't give up on me buddy.

Pickles, take this back.

The only way out of this mess
is straight through it.

That means you, lucky.

- I should stay.
- No, you're not.

Don't worry, sir.
I'll be fine. Get outta here.

- We'll see you in the morning.
- Will do.

- We're cutting through these woods.
- See you around.

- Good luck.
- On me.

I'll see you in the morning.

Hey...

I got something for you.

See you around.

All right, boys. I'm coming.

Welcome to Normandy.

(Singing in German)

- Anyone have a cigarette?
- I don't have any.

- Come, here.
- Only one.

Thanks, you stupid pigs.
On a cigarette.

(Singing in German)

Okay, boys. Other side of that hedgerow
and we're home, free.

Check it out.

I'll go.

Give him that light.

Real estate is currently unavailable.

Looks like we have to take
the long way, boys.

Follow me.

Did you hear that?

- Are those ghosts?
- I can't tell.

- Are those ghosts?
- Oh, come on.

- I'm not sure.
- Where are we now? What'd we do?

Very peaceful.

There's a road just ahead.

Riggs takes point.
Cicero, follows in the rear. Let's move.

Get down.

All right, stay down.

All right, Kel.

Get moving.

Cover his ass.

Stay down.

- Where's Cicero?
- He's got 20 seconds to show his face.

We got one Eureka
and no light team.

This is bad.

All we need is one, the rest
is just baggage, anyway.

Besides, how do you know
there's no team is light?

It don't matter if
it's a trap.

We got 3 minutes and one chance
to get that light across that field.

One of us is going to get that light
across that field, got it?

If he fumbles the ball,

the closest man to him picks it up

and brings it straight
into that endzone.

All right, wedge formation.
Weaver, you're up front.

Let's move. On me.

Double time.

Steady, boys.

Oh, I'm down, Oh!

Okay, go! We'll be fine!

Damn it.

Can you see me now?

That a boy.

Don't just stand there! MOVE!

Come on. Come on.

You hear that?

That's it.
That's our drop-zone.

Hear that?

All right, it's now or never.
Go.

Keep down. Keep down.
Keep down.

Go, go, go, go.

Secure the area.

They're off course.

Come on, navigator,
what have you got?

Captain, I get absolutely nothing.
Just hold you're heading.

- I know we're near.
- Damn it, we're over it.

If we don't find it soon,
we going to have to go to division.

Captain, just give them another minute.
Give those boys a chance.

A minute? You ain't got a minute.

Wait, wait.

Captain, I've got them,
I've got them.

Turn 10 left, 10 degrees left,
right now.

That's how you start a party.

Flash.

I been dragging this thing around
all night.

Sure picked a nice spot
for me.

Oh, come on!... All night.

- Good morning.
- Good morning?

- Are you alone?
- I'm never alone.

Well, we are. We were told
to hold this position at all costs.

That's hopeless proposition unless
we can take out that mortar.

Who's, we?

- Mortar?
- Have a look.

Where is... Son of a Bitch!

I see it? 150 yards.

Oh, great.

- Great time for my commander to leave.
- Where'd he go to?

Get reinforcements.
Hopefully more than you.

Well, he's not gonna make it back
on time for us.

I understand that.

You got enough time
to get your men outta here.

- My men?
- Yeah, so listen.

If anything happens to me,
I want you notify my outfit.

Eddie Livingston, Adam Company, 5-0-4.
Got it?

- Where the hell you goin'?
- To take a look outside.

You'll get shot!
You never gonna make it!

Shit.

950 meters!

Load!

Flash.

Thunder.

Look what the cat dragged in.

How are you doing?

- How are you, sir?
- Good.

Thunder!

- Good morning, boys.
- Good morning, sir.

You on your way to to hill 30?

I'd offer you a ride, but
as you can see, this seats taken.

There's no after battle report.

And, no written record of our mission.

We all knew that we would slip through
the fingers of history.

Not as a pessimist,
but,... as a realist.

I tried piecing together both why and

how this mission was able to work.

And, honestly, I couldn't then...

and I still can't put my finger on it.

Well, I guess, maybe it's true,
that some things...

are just better left unsaid.

Maybe, it's true that one can't
find logic in the human heart.

Maybe logic... has nothing
to do with it, at all.

Well, that doesn't really matter.

For me... I'm just, I'm just glad there
a missing puzzle piece.

Was a missing piece to the puzzle.

Something I wasn't counting on.

Something... I didn't even see.

Call it what you will.

I know what I call it.