All language subtitles for Sgt.Stubby.An.American.Hero.2018.1080p.BluRay.H264.AAC.

Oh...

Oh...

Come on, come on,
go, go, go, go!

- Come on, we're coming through.
- Go, go. Come on.
- You'll be okay.

You'll be alright.
You're gonna be fine.

Thank you, Stubby.

- Well done, boy.
- Good boy.

He saved him again.

That's a good dog.

Get out of here,
you stinkin' mutt!

Go rifle through
someone else's trash.

Go!

Ah! Watch it, mutt.

- Hey!
- Come on!

Whose dog is that?!

- Take care!
- We're proud of you!

When my brother put on the
uniform of the United States Army,

I was so very proud.

In 1917, our country went
to war with Germany.

All across the nation,

thousands of young men
answered the call to fight.

They were just boys.

Well,
they were called Doughboys,

and my brother Robert
was one of them.

By the time we joined the war
in April 1917,

the French and British
had already been fighting
the mighty German Army

for three long years.

Their spirits were low.

But they were happy to know
that we were coming to help.

This is the true story
of a special friendship

my brother made
while training for the war.

Oh, no, you don't.

Scram, mutt!

Scram!

Left! Left! Left, right, left!

Platoon... halt!

Left... face!

At ease!

No time for lip spittle, boys.

We have four short weeks left
to turn you into soldiers.

You've worked hard on drill,
learned teamwork,

discipline.
But...

next is the crump-hole.

That's why you and I are here.

Wha...?!
How did this dog get in here?!

Get out! Get out of here!

Hey!!

Ah!

Hey, shhh, shhh.

Get off of me. Come on, go.
I don't have any more food.
Go away. Shoo.

Come on,
you're gonna get me in trouble.
Get off.

- Now General Pershing's
gonna change all that.
- Go.

Shoo. Shoo.

Go. Get away.

When we get there,

we're gonna take the fight
to the enemy.

At least he's ready.

This pooch belong
to any of you men?

I see you eyeballing him,
Private Conroy.

Better fetch that dog a bone.

Looks like he could use it.

Platoon, atten...tion!

Dismissed.

Alright. Come on, boy,
you heard the sergeant.
Let's go.

And that's how Robert
met his new little buddy.

Come on, move along.
This is not a picnic.

Oh, it's that mutt again.

- Sergeant says get him fed.
- Uh, I don't cook for dogs.

Hey, Biscuit,
he might be the only one
that likes your cooking.

Better be nice to him.

You really know
how to make friends,
don't you, Olsen?

Sure do. Always.

You, uh, find a new buddy,
Conroy?

No, actually,
he kinda found me.

Isn't that right, boy?

Can't believe
the sergeant let the dog stay.

- He must feel sorry for us.
- Alright, alright.

The sergeant gave him a pass,
but the colonel never will.

Maybe the sergeant
wanted a mascot,

to give the unit
a different look.

Ugh. A different smell, too.
Hey, no, wait!

What the...? No! Bad dog!
Bad dog!

I hate dogs.

No, no, no, no, no, no.
Hey, hey, listen.

Listen. Stay.

No. St...

Stay.

Good.

You sleep there, on the floor,
not in my bed.

Good.

Good night, boy.

That's enough shuteye!
On your feet! Out of the sack!

Left! Left! Left, right, left!

Column left... march!

Left! Left! Left, right, left!
Left! Left! Left, right, left!

Left! Left!

Go! Go! Go!

Over the wall, Clayborn,
not through it!

I got it.

Oh!

Whose target is that?

Hey, boy, go fetch it.

He's quite a dog you got there,
Conroy.

Not even afraid
of the sound of gunfire.

Well done, soldier.

- Thank you, Sergeant.
- Not you.

You missed the target
completely.

I was talking to the dog.

Pick up your feet, Olsen!
One after the other!

Ow. Oh.

Back of the line, Conroy.
Do it again.

Put your glasses on, Schroeder!
The enemy's that way!

I loved hearing
how his little dog

trained right alongside Robert
and his buddies.

Platoon... halt!

Robert's letters
were full of his exploits.

It made me happy to know
how much joy the dog brought
to my kid brother.

At ease.

Look at him.

He has been training
alongside you guys

and he drills better
than most of you.

You could all learn something
from him.

I hope you'll be able
to keep him, Conroy.

This is the army, Schroeder.
If they don't issue it,
you don't need it.

That includes pets.

All the same, I'm keeping him.

In fact,
I thought of a name for him:
Stubby.

It's a perfect name
for a perfect little tail.

Ain't that right?
Yeah, right, Stubby?

Whoa. One thing's for certain.

When the colonel catches him,
it's bye-bye, doggie.

Hmm.

Maybe not.

Alright, bud.

Listen to me, listen.
Alright, stay calm.

Stay... No, listen. Sit. Sit.

Stubby, come on.

We're gonna stay here all night
until we get this right.

Hold it... hold it.

Hold... it.

♪ Over there over there

♪ Send the word
send the word over there ♪

That's you, men.
You're the Yankee Division.

That includes you too, Stubby.

What in Sam Hill
is that dog doing here?

Platoon, attention!

This is an army base,
not a petting zoo!
Whose dog is this?!

Yes, he's my dog,
Colonel, sir.

What in tarnation?

Did you train this dog, soldier?

Yes, sir.
Wasn't that hard, sir.

Next thing you know,
he'll be barking out
general orders.

Uh, sir, what would you have
us do with the dog?

Well, as long as that dog
soldiers like that,

he's as welcome
as any man in this army.
Carry on, men.

You're something else, Stubby.

Remove your gas masks. Do it!

Do it now!

Outside! Now!

This is teargas, men,

not the mustard or poisonous gas
you will be facing.

Keep your masks handy
at all times.

Get used to them,
learn to live in them.

Alright, Stubs, here we go.

Whew! Oh!

Oh! Okay, Stubby,
you're too quick for me, boy.

Left! Left!

Left, right, left!

To the rear! March!

Left! Left!

Left, right, left!

Left! Left!

Left, right, left!

Platoon... halt!

Left... face! At ease.

Well done, gentlemen.

You've come a long way.

You too, Stubby.

Yep, that's right,
it's chow time, boy.

Hey, Stubby,
look what I got for you.

Hey, Biscuit, can we get
something other than dog food?

I'm not talking to you, Olsen.
I'm talking to Stubby.

How'd you end up here,
Schroeder?

Yeah, you're a German,
ain't you?

If a German doesn't join,
he's a slacker.

- A what?
- A draft dodger.

That's why you joined?

Do you see how people
look at Germans these days?

If I didn't join, I couldn't
call myself an American.

Hey, you know what, Schroeder?
You're an American in my book.

I've watched you men
become soldiers.

It makes me proud.

You, too, Stubby.
I hope you stay on the base
to look after the next group.

Now, take this weekend to write
your letters and say your farewells.

And pray that we will all be home
safe and sound very soon.

We ship out on Monday night.

God bless us all,

and God bless
the United States of America.

Take charge of your men,
Sergeant.

Dismissed!

Robert told me how scared
he and the other boys were

when they finally got word
it was time to go to war.

I didn't receive Robert's
last letter from camp

until he had set sail
for France.

He wrote me how
about he would miss me,

but mainly
how heartbroken he was

at having
to leave Stubby behind.

Not right now, Stubby.

I was just so worried,

and I prayed
he'd be home again soon.

Stubby, come on.

This is really hard for me, too.

You're going to be fine and I will
be back before you know it.

Look. I got a gift for you.

Hold it, Stubby, hold it!

Look at you, handsome boy!
Looking good, Stubby!

Come now.

Like I promised,
he'll be here for you
when you get back.

I'll take good care of him.

You hear that, Stubby?
You'll never be hungry.

Stay, Stubby.

Don't worry, I'll be back soon.

Conroy, get in line.
Let's go.

Stubby! Where you going?!

Up, up, up, up, up.

Bring that up. Hey.
Hey, watch your head over there.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Oh!

Stubby?

How did you get here?
Where did you come from?
How did you get here?

What are we going to do
with you?

We'll have to hide you.

Somehow.

Oh, brother, it's the mutt.

How did he get here?

I don't know. It's a miracle.

Stubby, you're just so clever,
aren't you?

This is a really dumb idea.

Shhh, Stubby.

Shhh.
We can't let them hear you.

When they find him,
they're gonna throw him
overboard.

Who in the...?! What...?

What the...?

What the devil
is going on here?!

Ahem-hem. Better salute, sir.

Someone's got
a lot of explaining to do.

Who smuggled this dog aboard?

He followed me on the train,
sir!

He was quite determined.

But I swear I did not carry him
on board, sir.

He sort of became the regiment's
unofficial mascot, sir.

I didn't carry him on board,
either, sir.

You're quite resourceful,
aren't you, boy?

Why, thank you, fella.

Well, I guess it's better

to have every man and every dog
we can get in this fight.

Make sure he receives some...
dog tags. Carry on.

Mother! How does he keep
getting away with this?!

There ya go, Stubby.
You're a real Yankee now.

Every day,
we scanned the newspapers
for news of the Minnesota.

They were full of stories about
our boys being lost at sea,

but nothing
about the Yankee Division.

I had no idea that Stubby
had made it onboard.

It was two long months
before I got word

that Robert and Stubby
were safely in France...

...when I heard
they were headed into action

at a place
called Chemin des Dames,

where they were going
to join the French lines.

The Americans.

Mother,
they look like they've been
through the wringer.

That's why we're here,
I guess.

Shhh!

Evidently,
Stubby wasted no time
in making himself useful.

He began by clearing
the vermin from the trenches.

I'm hungry.

Somebody tell me
there's breakfast.

Incoming! Take cover!

Get down. Get down!

- Hey, get down!
- Oh!

Medic!

- Medic!
- Keep down!

Attention!

From his first day in action,

Stubby was on a mission.

Medic!!

And he dug out many soldiers
who'd been buried.

Robert was so proud of him.

- Injured man coming through!
- To your positions!
You must hold them!

Stay on the wall
and watch for an attack!

Come, Sergeant, look.

I'll be darned.

Okay, but we must not let down
our guard.

This time,
it was only a little welcome
from our Boche friends.

Move along, Yanks, move along.

You cannot save us
if you hang around in here.

Come on. Next.

I don't think they like us.

I thought "Yankee"
was a good word.

Excuse me, uh,
something for my dog, please.

For your dog?

Are you crazy, Yankee?

He is a soldier.
He's the division mascot.

Name's Stubby.
You see his dog tags?

And now a Boche is telling me

to give good French food
to an American dog?

Ah, this war is getting crazier
every day.

I am an American.

Oh, ja, ja.
Of course you are.

Yeah.

He is American!
Do you understand?

Well, he sounds like a Boche
to me.

And you sound like a moron,
froggy!

- Quoi?!
- Ow!

Enough, you two.

We are here to fight the Boche,
not each other.

Allez.

Un bisou.

Now, zat's better.

We are all friend now. Uh?

Stubby, shhh.
Calm down. Calm down.

Come here.
Calm down, Stubby.

American soldier.
You must be Conroy, no?

Yes. I'm-I'm Conroy.

I am Gaston Baptiste
of the Third Regiment,

and we are to be
working together.

My Capitaine says,
"Look for a man
with a little dog."

Hmm. Really?

Yes, you and me and your,
uh, little... friend...

...you will get so close
to the Boche,

you will be able to smell them.

- Ah!
- Have you ever used
one of these?

Hmm?

Um, y-yeah.
Yeah, in basic training.

It's also perfect for cheese.

Want to try some?

I must apologize for this slop
that cook calls food.

- It's war. I understand
- No, there is no excuse!

Napoleon say an army marches
on its stomach,

so they should give ours
with good food.

Voila.

Um... so what exactly
are we going to be doing?

Can you ride a horse? No?

Yes, yes. I-I mean, I'm...
I might not be the best,

but you know, I-I'm okay.

Good, because our officers
have decided

that we will be spying
on the Boche.

- Hmm?
- You, me and, uh...

- Salty.
- Actually, it's Stubby

Okay.
But first, let's celebrate.

Uh... no.

No, mais it's only wine.

You don't like wine,
American soldier?

I never drank wine,

and I'm sure
it's against the rules for us.

The rules? What rules?

This is war.

Ah. Without wine,

we French
would not have survived
these three years,

so they give it to us.

The French army
gives you wine?

Bien sûr, mon ami!

We French go from the milk of our
mothers to the juice of the vine.

Hey, you hear that, Stubby?

- They get wine.
- Eh, okay, let's go.

Hey, Conroy, Conroy.
What's happening?

Uh, apparently,
I have to follow him

Eh. Lucky you.

And you two, come with me.

This is horrible.

Everything's destroyed.

Everything.

No, not everything

Stubby, down!

Come, my friends.

Those are ours.

We pay them back
for this morning.

I thought
we were being attacked.

You will soon know
the difference

between theirs and ours.

Et voilà.

Here it is, your new home.

Sweet dreams.

Get up now, everybody!

Everybody, get up!

Come on, Conroy.

Now let me sleep Stubby,
just let me sleep a little more.

Woof-woof.

Oh. Oh! Ah! Ah. Sorry.

- Alright, get up now.
- Yeah, I'm up, I'm up.

I'm up. I'm getting up.

Uh... have you done this before?

Don't worry, it will be fine.
I've done this many times.

Where did you find him?

Oh, uh, he was living rough.

He joined us
when we were training.

He's not very beautiful.

Oh. Pfft.

- Maybe not,
but he's got real character.
- Just like me.

I'm not the most beautiful,

but I'm strong and lovable.

Uh-huh.

This is the place.
We get a good view from here.

What do you see?

Look.

It's gas.

We need to sound the alarm.
Let's go.

- Halt!
- Run! Run!!

Stop!

- I said stop!
- Halt!

- The horses! Stay here! Stay!
- Stay, stay! Come on!

Stubby, go!

Go tell them, Stubby, go!

What? Stubby?
Okay! Gas!

Gas!

Gas!!!

Move it, move it, move it!

Let's go, let's go!
Get a move on!

Oh. Ah.

Feuer!!

Hey, little dog.

Oh. Oh, no.

Gas? Gas! Look, gas!

The dog is trying to warn us!

Everybody, go inside
and put on your masks!

There he is! Stubby!

Oh, no,
we don't have a mask for him!
What are we gonna do?

Ah, there, there.

Hold on. Wait.

It's okay, Stubby. It's okay.
Good boy.

- You've done well.
- Allez, calme-toi. Calme-toi.

It's okay. Shhh.

Stubby, it's gonna be okay.
Shhh.

- Ça va?
- Ça va.

Hey!

Come here. Come here, boy.

Thank you for my whole village!

His name is Stubby.

Ah, Stubby.
You are our hero, Stubby.

Robert's letters were full

of just how beloved
Stubby was by everyone.

- Merci.
- Merci à toi.

It was as if he lived
every day through the heroics
of this little canine wonder.

Merci.

Yeah,
but they were so generous.

Yes, yes, but no meat.

Mm, I think this war
has just improved.

Mm! Like a magician,

I'm creating magic
with a simple rabbit.

Allez, Olsen.
Now you throw the cochonnet.

- The what?
- This.

Not too far, not too close.

Bon, bon, bon, bon, bon.
I explain.

It must land
within six to 10 metres

of the starting circle.

Allez, Olsen,
now you throw the cochonnet.

- Okay.
- You can do it, Olsen.

Sacre bleu!
Rends-nous le cochonnet!

Give us the cochonnet, cabot!
Sale petit chien!

Stubby...

Drop it, Stubby. Drop it.

Ah, merci!

No, Stubby,
you can't take the cochonnet.

Pétanque is a very serious
business in this country.

War has started for less.

Sorry. He just...
he loves to play ball.

Mm! Ta-dah. C'est prêt!

Now we are ready to eat.

Ah, excuse me
for my bad manners.

It's your rabbit, too, Stubby.

Mm. Whoa!
This... this is really good.

Yes, is very tasty, huh?

Even if I say myself.

- À moi le point!
- Okay.

Now, if you want to score
the point -

you see that ball there? -
hit it hard.

You know, we should take
a little after-dinner stroll,
while we still can.

Yeah, sure.

C'mon, Stubby.

Nice shot.

Okay, alright.

I have no tobacco, but I carry
it everywhere with me.

It was a present from my wife.

I never showed you my family.

- Wow, three girls.
- Yes.

Jeanne. She's 11. Manon, eight.

And Madeleine, six.

They capture my heart
completely.

They would love
to play with you, Stubby.

They would take you
into the forest,
chasing the sanglier.

Yeah, sanglier.

Uh, what... what are they?

Wild pigs.
You know, with the tusks.

Oh, oh. Oh, I get it.

Your daughters chase wild pigs?

- Yes, one day,
they will make fine hunters.
- Really?

Uh, and what about you?

Uh...

My sister Margaret
is like a mom to me
and my two younger sisters.

She cared for our mother
before she passed,

and my dad passed away
when I was five.

I do hope to have a wife
and children one day.

It is the best.
My wife Alice, she's, uh -
how you say? -

nagging me all the time,
but I wouldn't change her.

- When did you last see them?
- It is more than two years.

Two years?!

Wow, that's a darned long time.

Don't you ever get lonely?

Yes. Well, sometimes.

But now you Americans are here,
it will be over soon, you know.

Two kings! I win!

Look, I have two kings! Ha-ha!
I beat you, Yankee.

Hold on a minute,
hold... hold on a minute.

I have a flush, so... I won.

Flush? Flush, flush, flush,
flush, flush...

What is this flush?

Surely the kings are the kings,
you know, the best!

So, uh...
before you were a soldier,
what did you do?

I'm a chef
in my own restaurant.
A good restaurant.

Ah! That's why
you're such a good cook.

A real French chef
cooking dinner for us, Stubby.

What do you think of that, huh?

This is how I learn
my English.

And you, what do you do?

I work
in a builder's hardware store,
uh, selling screws and nails.

Mm, it's not a great job,
but... it's home.

I miss it.

We French make home
wherever we are.

It's about food,
wine and good company.

You know, on a night like this,

we can forget about the war.

We heard the attack
and came as fast as we could!

Where do you want us to be,
Sergeant?

We've beaten them back
for now,

but Clayborn
is still somewhere out there.
Gotta bring him in somehow.

We got wounded!
We got wounded!

Coming through, guys,
coming through!
Mind your backs!

- Stubby!
- Come on, let's go!
- Where you going, Conroy?!

Ah, I can't see anything.

Stubby!!

Oh...

Oh...

Get down!

Smoke at 7-5-0 yards!

Come on, go, go, go, go, go!

I realized
that every day spelled danger;

there was no letup
for our boys.

- Come on. We're coming through.
- Go, go, go, go, go.
You're gonna be okay.

You're gonna be alright.
It's alright.
You're gonna be fine.

Thank you, Stubby.

I got word
in April of 1918

the Yankee Division was moving to a
new battle sector at Seicheprey.

Look... look at him!

Mother! How that mutt survived,
I'll never know.

I was sure
the Boche would get him.

He is so lucky.

He's so brave.

I wish I had half his courage.

Courage? It's not courage.

It's dumb luck. Believe me.

- Monsieur?
- Hey, Stubby.

Monsieur Conroy, please.

Oh. Ah.

- Uh... sorry. Hello, ma'am
- Hello.

It is for Stubby.
We made it for him
to keep him warm

and to say thank you
for the day of the gas.

Ah, gee, thank you.
Merci beaucoup.

Stubby, what do you say
to this nice lady?

No, no, not like that. You know.

You are such
a clever little dog, Stubby.

Oh, I forgot.

I have something for Stubby
my sergeant made for him.

Don't be like that,
my little friend.
This will save your life.

Thank you, Gaston.
And thank you again, ma'am.

Goodbye, Stubby and...

Monsieur Conroy.

- Take good care of yourselves.
- We'll take care
of one another.

Oui,
comme les Trois Mousquetaires
All for one...

...and one for all!

Well, I think
it's you she likes, Conroy, no?

Robert, Stubby and Gaston
spent the next few months

in the Sibille trench,
right in the path
of the German advance

as they desperately tried
to move on Paris.

Every soldier, cook and medic
took part in the fight.

I had no idea that Seicheprey
would be described

as the single-largest
American battle of World War I.

And my poor kid brother
and his dog

were smack dab in the middle
of it all.

A welcome sight you are,
Stubby.

Whoa, whoa, whoa there, fella.

I think he remembers you,
Colonel, sir.

Now, no more reconnaissance
for the moment.

The Germans
are pressing us hard,

so I need every man
reinforcing the line.

- Yes, sir!
- À vos ordres, mon colonel.

What is it? What's going on?
What happened?
Calm down. Calm down!

Come on, come on, come on.

Conroy, watch out!

Come on, follow me.

Now let's set a trap
for these rats.

Stubby!

Hande hoch!

Drop your weapons!

Kamerad! Kamerad.

No, you are not my kamerad.

You are my prisoner.
Keep your hands up.

Good work, my friend.

I will take them now.

Go.

You're such a brave boy,
you know that?

It's not over, boys!
Keep your eyes peeled!

They'll be back!

Ah!!

Stubby, no!!

Stubby!

Anybody hurt?!
Any wounded?!

Stubby! Stubby.

Stubby! Oh, come on. Stubby?
You'll be okay. Come on.

Come on, come on, come on.
You'll be okay,
you're gonna be okay. Come on.

Alright. Come on, Stubby!

Please stay with me.
Come on. Please stay with me.

Schroeder, Schroeder,
d'you see
what that dumb dog did?

He saved my life.

- I need a medic now!
- D'you hear me, Schroeder?

Wounded man here!

Quickly, we need help!

It's gonna be okay, boy.
I promise. I promise.

Hey, Conroy.

Stubby.

Stubby,
what have they done to you?
Come on.

- Doc! Doc, Stubby needs help.
- That's a bad wound.

I don't know
if there's much we can do,

and he's a dog, soldier.
I'm sorry.

He's my friend,
he's one of us!

He saved lives.
Please. Please, Doc.

Please.

I'm sure the doctor
will do his best. Right, Doc?

Okay, okay.
Just lay him on the ambulance.

You come back soon,
little dog.

We need our third musketeer.

Guys, make way! Move!
Alright, hurry, hurry!

Schroeder?

Let's keep moving,
keep moving.

Alright, get that, yes.

Don't worry, Conroy.
He's strong.

Great day to...

...be an American,
right, Stubby?

After Schroeder
and Stubby were wounded,

the fighting around Seicheprey
became ferocious.

And the rains came down.

It rained day after day
after day,

turning the whole place
into a quagmire.

I can only begin to imagine
how Robert missed Stubby.

He must've felt totally lost
without the little fella.

Come on, Conroy.
I know it's hard,

but you must stay strong.

German attack! Let's go!

The Yankee Division
was driven out

of the Sibille trench
and the town of Seicheprey.

As the Germans desperately
tried to reach Paris,

all that stood between them
and their prize were our boys.

It was a real worrying time
for all of us back home.

They mean business.

We need to stop them.

No, not now, Musketeer.

Tomorrow.
First, we need to rest.

I miss him too,
but I know the Three Musketeers

will be together again
very soon.

I feel it.

You think?

Yes.
And the good thing is,

we are out of those trenches,
my feet are dry at last.

All that mud and those rats,

Argh. Dégueulasse.

Baptiste?

You've been ordered
to return to your regiment camp.
Grab your gear and move out.

Stubby, Schroeder,
and now you?

So much for your predictions.

You'll be fine.

But, before I leave,
just take my advice:

To stay alive,
you need to feel fear.

Fear?

But you show no fear.
You laugh!

You mean this?

It only protects
my fragile heart.

Farewell, my good friend.

Until we meet again.

Adieu.

♪ La Madelon vient
nous servir à boire ♪

♪ Sous la tonnelle
elle frôle son jupon ♪

♪ Et chacun lui raconte
une histoire ♪

♪ Une histoire à sa façon ♪

Adieu, mon ami.

After much hard fighting,

our boys retook Seicheprey
and drove the Germans back.

It was not until much later

that I learned just how fierce
the battle had been.

My dear sister Margaret,

I hope you and the girls
are keeping well.

I'm doing just fine.

Even the chow is okay.

Well, not like your cooking,

but pretty much most of it
I can eat.

It's almost four weeks
since Stubby got hit

and there's still no news
of him.

I'm sure he's being
taken real good care of.

Gaston, Stubby and me,

we called ourselves
The Three Musketeers.

You know, like in the book
Mom read to us

when we were kids?

Well, the other day...

Gaston was sent back
to his regiment.

It's all going to be over soon,

and then we'll be coming home.

I send my love to you all.

Your loving brother, Robert.

Robert was always good
at putting a brave face on,

and I knew
that was what he was doing.

His two best friends gone.

My heart went out to him.

Conroy, wake up.
It's guard time.
We'll miss chow.

Conroy?

Oh, no.

Quick, we need a doctor!
My buddy is real sick!

- Was?
- Ein hund!

He's the fifth soldier
this week.

I don't know what it is.

Just gotta keep an eye on him.
He's too sick to move.

But he is gonna make it,
right, Doc?

I don't know.
Maybe... maybe not.

In 1918,
the whole world was seized
by a deadly flu epidemic,

and Robert caught it too.

It spread through our boys
like a poison cloud.

Ah! I gotta get out there
and fight. I need to get up.

We're good, Conroy.
We're good, we're good.

Everything's good.
The Boche are real quiet.

Just get better.

Mm... Stubby.

Where's... Stubby?

Just let him rest.
That's the only thing
he can do now.

I... I need to fight.

I was so happy to hear
that Robert was on the mend,

and that he and Stubby
were reunited.

And good news!
After six months
of hard fighting,

he and Stubby
went on a furlough to Paris.

Never imagined my first trip to
Paris would be in a cattle wagon.

- So glamorous!
- I remember thinking:

Maybe this dreadful war
was finally coming to an end.

You're gonna have to lay down
at some stage.

Room for one more?

- Hey, buddy, you made it!
- Schroeder!

Stubby, look, he's back!

Stubby, you're here!
What happened to you?

Uh, hello?
Why is it always about Stubby?

I found him.
"Thank you, Olsen,

for finding Stubby.
Oh, that was great!"

Sorry, Olsen. Come here!

This looks nice.

What do you think, Stubby?

- You coming, Schroeder?
- Yep, I'm with you!

In the beginning,
the French were very
suspicious of Americans,

but by the fall of 1918,
they loved us.

Bravo!

- Bravo aux Américains.
- Thank you.
Thank you very much.

Bravo aux Américains!

Merci. Thanks.

Come on, let's go see Paris!
What are we waiting for?

By September of 1918,

we were told that the war
was coming to an end,

and that the German army
was in retreat.

What is it, Stubby?

Stubby.
Stubby, come back.

Ah!

Ah!!

No!

Don't even think about it.

This is yours now, Stubby.

You earned it.

Well,
look what Stubby sniffed out.

Kamerad!

- Move it!
- No! Ah!

Come on.

We are here today
to mark the courage

of a very brave soldier

who went above and beyond
the call of duty.

Private First Class Conroy
and Stubby, post!

For his capture
of a German spy in Marcheville,

I confer the honorary rank
of Sergeant on Stubby,

the regimental mascot.

From this day forward,

Sergeant Stubby
will wear these stripes.

And for you, Private Conroy,
today you are Corporal Conroy.

Hey, Stubby,
you outrank me now.

Gaston!

For the newspapers back home!
Say cheese!

The newspaper headlines

all talked about a final assault
on the Hindenburg line.

After the return
of his friends,

Robert's letters were cheery
and full of good humour.

He even told me a funny story about
how Stubby came face-to-face

with a strange new beast
of war.

Okay, Sergeant,

I'm Captain George S. Patton
of the United States Tank Corps.

Let's go.

We've got a war to win.

That's my boy.

I can't believe it.

The Germans built this
like they were going
to stay forever.

The Boche build palaces

and we had to live
in those puddles?

It's over, it's over!
Did you hear?

The war is over!

The Germans are signing
an armistice.

Says who?

It's true!
The war is to end tomorrow!

Hey, did you hear that,
Stubby?

Hold on, hold on there,
soldiers!

Cease-fire doesn't start
till 11 a.m.!

- Germany surrendered!
- When is it over?
- We have a war to fight!

You know, guys,
when I get home,
I'm gonna find myself a wife.

I thought you were going
to wait until you found a job.

Nah,
after all we've been through,
I'm ready for some home life.

Me, too.
Can't wait to introduce Stubby
to my sisters.

I've been away so long,

I worry my girls
will not recognize me.

Why can't we just leave now?

Just think, one last push
and then we're all going home.

Well, little buddy,
we're nearly there.

Just a few more hours and...
it'll all be over.

Robert and Stubby
spent their last night
of the Great War

huddled together
under an oak tree.

A man and his dog,

unselfish friends,

comrades in arms.

Drop your weapons!

Thank you, my friend.

I never did understand
why our boys

were made to attack
until the very last minute
of the war.

So many young men were lost
on that morning,

but they did their duty...
to the very end.

We made it.

Olsen!

Olsen, where are you?!

Where are you?

Well, my friends,
we have seen much together,

and now the Three Musketeers
must say goodbye.

Stubby!

Yes, good boy.

My friend Olsen
gave these to me.

I will always think of him
when I play poker.

Take this and think of us.

Goodbye, Yankees,
and thank you all.

- All for one!
- And one for all!

Vive la France!

Vive les États-Unis!

- We're so proud of you!
- Welcome!

- Welcome home, boys.
- Welcome back!

Great job.

It's so nice to have you back!

- Whoo!
- Robert!

A hero! You're a hero, Stubby!

Stubby, look into the camera!

And... hold it right there.