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(electric power lines energized)

(electric buzzing)

(clock ticking)

(pensive music)

(clock ticking)

(pensive music)

(airplane engine hum) (reflective music)

- You can't do this, damn it.

I'm a pilot.

I belong up there fighting.

- [Officer] You are fighting.

You're an incredible force for recruitment.

More effective than you know.

- I've become a damn poster boy.

- (laughing) A top ace.

A living legend.

Providing more for the war effort in morale building

than any single pilot could in the sky.

(airplane engine whirring)

(machine gun blasts)

- I haven't even caught up to Richtofen's 80 yet.

Hell, Franc could pass me, a bloody Frenchman.

- He could, or Barker or Collishaw

or McLaren could pass him

and all the better that they do.

- Or the next top ace could pass him.

Trained by the indomitable Billy Bishop.

(Lewis guns firing)

(airplane engine whirring)

(reflective music)

- A flight school?

- Taught by the best.

Can you imagine the repercussions

if you were shot down and killed?

- [Billy] Well, better to die in the sky...

- One final push. (airplane whirring)

Recruitment, training,

and victory in Europe. (guns banging)

- When do you think they'll send us out to the front?

- Can't be soon enough.

The war's gonna be over

before I even have a chance to catch Bishop's score.

(guns bangin) (engine whirring)

(airplane engine humming)

(guns bangin) (engine whirring)

- [Officer] You'll return home with your lovely Margaret,

have a handful of little Bishops.

- For the first time,

I can hardly wait for this campaign to be over.

(guns bangin) (engine whirring)

(engine humming)

(engine sputtering)

(reflective music)

(plane explodes)

(somber reflective music)

(somber reflective music continues)

(train whistles)

(somber reflective music)

- The Lion, England, is strong.

But men of fighting age and high courage

must answer the call.

It's our commonwealth after all.

And we must defend it.

- Here. Here.

- I'll go, take me to France Billy.

(crowd laughing)

- I imagine you'd beat the Hun back all on your own, boy.

If only you were old enough.

(crowd laughing)

- Billy, they say that you met the king?

- That's right.

- What did His Highness say when he met a real hero?

- (scoffs) Well, he shook my hand.

And before he released it, he said,

Bishop, I've been telling everyone you shot down 72 planes.

But here I read in your book, you shot down 47.

Now are you a liar or am I?

(crowd laughing)

- What did you tell His Majesty?

- Well, I told him neither.

When I wrote the book, I had 47 victories.

And since then,

we're 25 closer to defeating the Germans.

(crowd applauding)

But we need more men.

- I'm signing up, Billy!

I'm going off to France to fight those Hun.

- Good for you, son.

Give 'em hell.

- You ever notice that

we don't see many men coming back, Robert?

- We haven't won the war yet, James.

When we do, they'll come home.

Heroes.

Keep my mother busy while I enlist.

(pensive music)

(pen scribbling)

- He's old enough.

There's no talking him out of it.

- They say the government's going to conscript

if you don't get enough volunteers.

- Robert, counts on you looking after him.

Always been that way.

Some days, I can't believe you all are grown.

Adults now.

I guess that's the way of it.

(reflective music)

Oh, oh, Mabel.

- Well, I suppose you'll be joining up?

- Why is that?

- You and Robert are inseparable,

since we were kids.

- Men are dying over there, for Europe's war.

- Most of my family is still there.

This war is all of ours.

If Germany takes Europe, what then?

- Some men need to stay back and farm

to build the guns and such-

- Some men lack the fortitude or the character.

(reflective music)

- I don't want to forget who I am.

I don't want this war to change us.

- I'll remind you who you are.

(pensive music)

(pensive music continues)

(pensive music continues)

(pensive music continues)

(train whistle blowing)

(pensive music)

(train whistling)

(pensive music)

(train whistle blowing)

(people chattering) (reflective music)

You'll see her again.

We're off to France, James.

- We're coming home heroes.

Those Huns won't know what hit 'em.

(brakes squealing)

Been reading Billy's book.

His wife, Margaret.

She's the niece of Timothy Eaton, himself.

- Is that a fact?

- Whole family thought he wasn't good enough for her.

Until he joined up, and downed all those Huns.

- [James] Lucky for him.

- You know what Billy said?

What he said to her?

If I gotta shoot down every last German plane in the sky

to be good enough for you, those birds are going down.

Can you imagine?

It's the God's honest truth, James,

They are just like you and Mary.

- Well, I don't know about all that.

- You win a medal for her to show to her friends

and she'll love you forever.

You come home a hero.

Family name will be honored for a hundred years.

- My family name is thought of just fine...-

- Nobody cares about "fine". - Enough!

- You two need to listen to me very carefully

because what I'm gonna tell you,

it could save your life.

- What's that, old timer?

- You don't go over there trying to be a hero.

You just do your best and you try to stay alive.

- What's it like over there?

- War is not for everyone.

Some of us, we,

we get used to it. (train whistling)

(accoustic guitar music)

(train whistling)

♪ If I stand to see the sunrise ♪

♪ My sins will be atoned ♪

♪ If I walk with strength and purpose- ♪

(train whistling)

♪ I'll be coming home ♪

(water gushing) (gentle guitar music)

(troops marching)

(gentle guitar music)

(troops marching)

(guns banging in distance) (tense music)

(guns banging) (tense music)

(guns banging continues) (tense music continues)

(metal clanks) (pensive music)

(guns banging) (tense music)

(guns banging continues) (tense music continues)

(metal lid squeaks)

- The forward line is secured.

The Germans have been forced back

to their old line at the edge of the forest.

- Well done, Sergeant.

Word has come up from the brass.

- Sir?

- We are making the push.

- Sir, do they understand these men

have come off an extended offensive to take this position?

They're not ready for another push, sir.

They're exhausted.

They're not equipped.

- They have assured me

that supplies are coming up from the rear

along with reinforcement.

- Well, with all due respect, Captain,

we just fought our way through there.

The roads are destroyed from Archie.

It's one thing for men on foot moving duck boaord

hell, we lost wounded men in the mud

who otherwise may have lived.

How do they plan to move horses

and trucks through that, Captain?

(suspenseful music)

- We hold at all cost.

(suspenseful music)

Tomorrow,

we push through their line, here.

After that, the First and the Brits push through behind us.

Today, we'll need a short offensive

so that the Germans think us better equipped than we are.

After that, we sustain any counter offensive.

- Yes, sir. (tense music)

- We just need to survive one day.

- Captain.

- There's one thing that brings me comfort

in this God-forsaken hole.

It's knowing that Jerry

is just as miserable as we are.

- There's no comfort here.

- Brings me comfort knowing I gutted three more Hun.

- How many is that now?

- Not enough.

- I can't wait to get one.

Have you even fired that Enfield today, private?

- I remember when you landed, Kip.

Full of vinegar,

but the piss was in your boot.

- Yeah. Yeah.

Well the Germans have retreated back

to their line where they belong.

(gun fires)

(man sighs)

- They keep coming.

- Stams, if it weren't for killing Hun,

there'd be nothing left for me.

- Dead walking.

- Give it a rest, Stams.

- Mercy's sakes, Bench!

This one's still breathing.

- Wanna survive this war, boys?

The Hun's only desire

is to make your loved ones suffer your loss.

Remember that.

Highlights the pointlessness then, don't it?

(man faintly grunts)

(bayonet squelches) (man grunting)

- Charming.

Perhaps the Sergeant will make

a more humane role model for you, privates.

- The Hun got his boy back in 15.

He volunteered the next day.

- Dead walking.

(Ojibwe flute music)

(birds chirping)

(Ojibwe flute music)

- Careful, Peggy.

That's a fine machine gun nest they're building there.

Be a shame if someone delayed that effort.

(Ojibwe flute music)

(gun shot)

(man grunts)

(body thuds)

(Ojibwe flute music)

No sense firing again, and giving away our position.

The fog is rolling in.

(Ojibwe flute music)

(Ojibwe flute music continues)

- Hey, be sure to keep your head below the top there.

Many tall men have wished themselves shorter, too late,

only to find their stature reduced to their width.

- Why do you talk like that?

- What do you mean, Kip?

- We can't understand you, Henry.

And big words don't kill Germans.

It don't do nothing.

- It doesn't do anything.

- We can agree on that.

- Anybody got a light?

- Again?

- My matches got soaked through.

- I ain't got none.

- Hey, you don't have any.

- That's what I said, dammit.

- It's like farming in the rain.

So you keep your matches in your top pocket

or in your helmet so they stay dry.

- Like farming, only the corn shoots at you.

Eh, amusing story.

I've read it.

- True account, Billy wrote it himself.

- Hmm, I think you'll find shades of truth.

You know, it's like the newspapers.

It reads black and white, but rarely occurs that way.

Now history is never told with full accuracy.

And then of course,

there's a matter of perspective to consider.

(airplane engine humming)

Oh, not to worry, it's ours.

- Wonder what it's like to see it from up there.

One man must look like an ant in all of this.

- I suppose so.

- I heard Bishop downed 70

before they pulled him off the line.

- He was handy for 72.

- Likely a "polished" 27.

- Still admirable.

- They'll just send more.

Can't ever kill them all.

- Hey pal, you got a light?

Can you believe that?

A red skin thinks he's too good?

- Private, you know who that is?

- That's Francis Pegahmagabow.

- Never heard of him. - Hey!

Hey!

The dye isn't even dry on your boots

and you're dense enough to be insulting Peggy.

- Walt, who's better?

Bishop or Peggy?

- Well, Peggy missed a shot once,

said he didn't care for it

so he wouldn't miss again. (laughs)

- What do you think there, Peggy?

Who's better?

- Well, the Eagle's a hunter, but so is the wolf.

The young beaver needs enough sense

to stay on his mother's back so he doesn't get wet.

- The hell's that supposed to mean?

- When you figure that out,

maybe you'll be able to keep your matches dry, Kit.

(men laughing)

- The Germans are taking up up a second line on the hill.

Less than a half kilometer.

Machine gunners are holding the space

between the old line and north side of Orix.

- Still some left to kill, then.

- Brass will call a short offensive,

smoke and mirrors.

Keep the young ones close enough to get back.

- Tell the school teacher.

- He heard.

Best put the book away, Kid.

Morning's about to get interesting.

- Can you imagine what it's like to be Billy?

Up there fighting the Hun like a knight in an SE5.

Lewis gun chattering. (makes machine gun chattering sounds)

- What's so great about Bishop?

He's just some rich man's son

that got outta fighting in the trenches.

- The book says- - Kid.

- Bishop made up half of that

and the Canadian government spit shined it and here you are!

- Why'd you come here then, Harris?

- Me? - Yeah.

- I'm here 'cause they couldn't find

enough suckers to volunteer.

- Nobody gonna make it out.

I don't recognize myself anymore.

- Dammit, Stams.

All this to look at

and you're the most depressing thing?

(airplane engine humming)

(gun cocks)

- I suggest you find new purpose, Stams.

Learn to enjoy your work.

Killing Huns can be satisfying, redeeming even.

- There's no redeeming us for all of this.

- Speak for yourself.

You don't speak for me.

- What's it like to kill a man?

- Well, when you kill a man,

it doesn't feel like a victory.

One minute, life is there,

the biggest something.

And the next, there's just a body,

the smallest something.

It's way too quiet and I don't like that fog.

(bird cawing)

- [Man] Officer approaching!

Officer approaching!

- Well done.

Took the trench back.

Our new men sure proved themselves today.

First battle, first taste of victory.

I envy you that.

Has everyone had some breakfast then?

- Yes, Captain. - Good.

(light triumphant music)

We'll be mounting an offensive this morning.

Shortly.

We will let the Germans know

to not become comfortable in their new accommodations.

- Yes, Captain.

- Very good.

Carry on.

- [Sergeant] Officer approaching!

- Coals aren't even cooled here.

And he's hungry to take more ground.

- We can't win a war standing still there, Kit.

- I'm curious.

Tell me.

How many gotta die to win the war?

They got a number picked out?

(suspenseful music)

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(guns cocking)

(suspenseful music)

(bayonets sliding from webbing and mounting on rifles)

(suspenseful music)

(guns cocking)

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues)

(explosions banging)

(guns banging) (pensive music)

(guns banging continuing) (pensive music continuing)

(men yelling)

- [Soldier] Stay close, stay close!

(guns banging) (men grunting)

(suspenseful music) (guns banging)

- [Soldier] Go on.

(suspenseful music) (guns banging)

(man speaking in German)

(guns banging)

(pensive music)

(suspenseful music) (guns banging)

(men yelling, grunting)

(gun cocks)

(suspenseful music) (guns banging)

(men yelling, grunting)

(suspenseful music) (guns banging)

(men yelling)

(suspenseful music) (guns banging)

(gun shooting, gun cocking)

(air whooshing) (bullet impact)

(pensive music)

(body thuds)

(gun cocks) (guns banging)

(men yelling)

- Come on, stay close, Robert.

Stay close, gentlemen.

(men yelling)

(suspenseful music) (guns banging)

Keep up!

(pensive music) (guns banging)

(men yelling)

(pensive music) (guns banging)

(men yelling)

(pensive music) (guns banging)

- They keep sending me children

- Over and over.

- For Jerry to kill. (pensive music)

- Stay with me, Robert! - Don't push it.

- Come on, run, run, right behind you.

(suspenseful music) (guns banging)

(explosion banging)

(men grunting, yelling)

(bomb explodes) (pensive music)

(men yelling)

(bomb explodes) (tense music)

(footsteps thudding)

- Where's our resupply?

- Runner just gave word.

They likely can't get into us all day.

Between the roads.

- They're damn slow!

- [Captain] The ammunition is low.

If food is low, we knew the advance was a risk, sir.

- Our ammunition running low is a problem, Sergeant.

The Germans knowing our ammunition is running low

is altogether worse.

Get back out there. - Yes, sir.

(metal clanking)

(men grunting, coughing)

(guns banging)

- [Robert] ...between the wire. We have to get out of here.

- Stay where you are, Robbie.

- We're going to die in here, James, the bombs.

- I said stay down!

(men grunting, murmuring) (guns banging)

- We have to get out of here.

(gun bangs)

(man yelling)

- We're gonna die in here, James, the bombs.

- I said stay down!

(guns banging)

(man grunting)

(guns banging)

- I've got a bad feeling about this, Robert.

- You haven't have a good feeling about anything

since we've landed in England.

Worse since we got to got to France.

(guns banging) (pensive music)

- Soldier's gonna die out there.

(pensive music)

- That's what soldiers do, Peggy.

- I let you talk me into joining up.

- This isn't the time. - We could die here, Robert!

- If we stay here we're as good as dead, James.

With our guys, we have a chance.

Stop complaining and let's go.

- You got a death wish?

There's other guys.

- Yeah, plenty of guys.

(pensive music) (guns banging)

- Peggy, don't do this.

I'm begging you.

- Ready then?

- (sighs) God almighty.

(tense pensive music)

(guns banging) (suspenseful music)

(tense pensive music)

(guns banging) (suspenseful music)

- You get out there, I'll cover ya.

On one, two, three.

Go, go, go, go, go.

(men yelling)

- Wait. - James.

- Wait, wait, wait, it's the wrong way.

Get back!

(explosion booms) James, James!

James! (suspenseful music)

(guns banging) (tense pensive music)

(bullets whooshing)

(guns banging) (tense pensive music)

(tense music)

(guns banging) (tense pensive music)

(somber music)

- We were all mixed up.

Didn't know which way was which.

He's over there.

You have to get him back.

- We will, son.

We will. (somber music)

Stand your post and rest up for it.

- Yes, sir.

Thank you, Captain.

(pensive music)

- Probably dead already.

They keep sending younger men.

Even the Germans.

- No word on a resupply.

The runner hasn't made it back yet.

- God help us if they mount a counter offensive

before nightfall.

(explosion booms)

(man screams in agony)

(debris from explosion hits steel)

- Medic!

It's okay, soldier, it's okay.

(man panting)

- Come on, come on. - Shh shh shh.

- Come on, come on. - Shh shh shh.

Slow, slow, slow, slow...

(man panting) (pensive music)

(eerie music)

(gentle pensive music)

(gentle pensive music continues)

(gentle pensive music continues)

(pen scribbling)

(dogs snarling)

(dogs snarling continues)

(gentle pensive music)

- Ah, hell.

- Bench?

- Suppose tonight's as good as any.

Gimme a chance to kill a few more Hun.

- I don't suppose you'd care to tell us

what the hell you mean?

- We're going on a night raid.

- How do you get that?

- Night raid?

- It's a short funeral preceeded by us going over the top

under the cover of darkness

and jumping into their damn trenches.

That's what it is.

- How can he be so sure of that's what's happening?

I can't go back out there.

- (clears throat) We're going on a night raid.

- You five will be coming with me.

- Do we have to go at night?

In the darkness?

The experienced men: Bench,

Henry, why me?

- You're not a father, are you?

You have the luxury of dying without guilt.

- I'm Catholic.

Can't do anything without guilt!

(tense classical music)

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- Where is he?

Where is he?

Where's my friend? Where is he?

(men grunting)

(blade squelches) (man grunts)

(pensive music)

(men scuffling, grunting)

(body thuds)

(men scuffling, grunting)

(Fuel ignites, burns)

(man crying out)

- No, save the bullet. (man yelling)

Let him burn.

(man yelling)

(men yelling)

(gun bangs)

(men grunting)

(Bench grunts) (blade squelches)

(men grunting) (Bench panting)

- Bench!

Bench! - What?

(suspenseful music)

(explosion booms)

(suspenseful music)

(guns banging in distance) (pensive music)

(reflective music)

(pensive music)

(Bench panting)

- Here, take these.

Head back. (panting)

(reflective music)

(guns banging) (pensive music)

(suspenseful music)

(guns banging) (pensive music)

(guns faintly banging in the distance)

(guns banging)

(pensive music)

(somber music)

(guns lightly banging)

(metal clanking)

(guns banging)

- Come on, Bench.

Come on, get over it!

(Bench panting hard)

What the hell?

Cover me.

(Bench panting hard)

(pensive music)

You stupid bastard, you have kids.

- They're all kids, Bench.

They're all kids, let's go.

Now come on. (grunting)

(pensive music)

(Bench murmuring)

- Come on!

(pensive music)

(men grunting) (reflective music)

- Come on, guys.

Get him in, get him in.

- Help me here. (pensive music)

- Help him, come on.

(pensive music)

(men grunting) (reflective music)

(men panting, murmuring)

(reflective music)

(pensive music)

- Get on your feet, soldier! - I can't!

- You got one chance to live today.

Get up!

- I can't, I can't.

- Get on your feet, get up!

(men grunting)

When those Germans come over the hills,

you kill every one of them crosses that field.

You hear me?

- I'm not meant for it, I can't, I don't.

- No one's meant for it, kid.

Listen, you wanna die or you wanna live?

- I wanna live. - Exactly.

That's what I thought.

So you point your weapon

and kill every one of those bastards trying to kill us!

There's no one else coming for you.

It's just me and him and him.

We're all you got, kid.

There's no one else coming for you except them.

And they're not gonna take you home.

You understand me?

You gotta fight.

You gotta fight, kid.

(Bench grunts in pain) (reflective music)

(pensive music)

(reflective music)

- Get this to the line.

I'll be right behind you.

(guns banging in the distance)

(gun bangs)

(Walt grunting, gasping)

(pensive music)

(Walt gasping) (reflective music)

(Walt gasping)

(gun bangs) (body thuds)

(blood dripping)

(blood dripping)

(pencil sketching)

(pensive music) (footsteps marching)

(reflective music)

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- What you got there, Peggy?

- Let the Captain know we have a prisoner to bargain with.

(reflective music)

(gun cocks) - Empty?

- He didn't know that.

Did Walt make it back?

(reflective music)

(gun cocks)

- Where's the kid, Robert?

- Oh, he made it.

I saw the Sarge tearing a strip off him there earlier.

- Come to think of it, I haven't seen him since.

- Deserter? (reflective music)

- We've made arrangements,

for a prisoner exchange with the Germans.

Bench, you'll lead it.

Peggy you will provide support with the Ross.

1400 hours.

Take one man with you and meet here,

in Upton Woods.

- Yes, sir.

- Yes, sir. - Thank you.

(reflective music)

- Any word on that resupply?

- No word from the Brass yet

on when they are getting through.

We need this prisoner exchange to go well,

keep their spirits up.

- Captain.

- I was told you were wounded during the night raid.

How are you, Bench?

- Well, my injuries and losses

might have made me old before my time,

but this was just a flesh wound.

- I pray you find some piece of happiness again

after this is all over.

- With all due respect, Captain,

I'd rather die in the dirt.

(reflective music)

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(footsteps lightly pattering)

(reflective music)

- How long you been here now, Peggy?

- Signed up as soon as the war started.

- You know what's funny?

I'm not even supposed to be here.

I had a run with the law,

changed over to my mother's maiden name,

some uncle I never met,

went by that name.

Turns out that's the one that gets drafted.

25 to life or whatever comes of this.

- Hmm, should have taken prison.

Food is probably better.

(reflective music)

(footsteps marching)

(footsteps marching continues)

(footsteps marching continues)

(footsteps marching continues)

(birds chirping)

- Here we go.

(ominous music)

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- Afternoon, Jerry.

Got something for me?

(suspenseful music)

(ominous music)

- I don't like the way this Jerry's looking at me.

(ominous music)

Easy now, fellas.

(ominous music)

(POW grunting)

(ominous music)

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(Bench panting)

- Pow. (sighs)

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(birds chirping)

- Hello?

- Bonjour, Canadian?

- Yes.

Yes, I'm Canadian.

Could you spare some water?

- Oui, yes, yes, of course.

- Papa?

- Lucienne, my daughter will prepare food.

- No, no, I couldn't.

- Please, you would be our guest.

- Thank you.

- Should we expect others?

- No, I was separated from my unit.

- Our time is complicated.

- I just need food and water, please.

And then I'll be getting on.

- Of course.

Come. Come.

(birds chirping)

My brother told me about the Canadian he observed.

It was some months ago.

My brother, Lucienne's uncle,

runs a farm near Cambrais.

Tell him, Lucienne.

- My uncle was out early morning walking the fields

when he heard the airplane.

His fields are nearby a German aerodrome,

and he has become very familiar with each plane.

The Canadian came in and began shooting the German planes

one by one, as they sit idle.

- One tried to take off and (machine gun sounds).

- The Canadian pilot destroyed it.

Another lifting off, reaches air... (machine gun sounds)

The Canadian shoots.

It burst into flame and crashed into a tree.

- Just like that, it went up into the clouds.

The Germans never knew what hit them.

- What was his name?

William, oh, Billy.

- Bishop.

William Avery Bishop.

So it is true?

- Yes. Yes.

Captain William Avery Bishop, that's it.

The German paper, Nachrichtenblatt,

they only reported minor injuries. (laughing)

Nachrichtenblatt is propaganda.

It is notorious for exaggerating their victories

and minimizing their losses.

- I understand

(firm knocking on door)

- The Germans.

They are here.

You must go hide in the field.

Lucienne, you hide in the barn.

(suspenseful music)

(father speaking in French)

(pensive music)

(father speaking in French)

Bonjour.

It is just me and my daughter.

- Where is she? - She has chores.

(tense music)

- Get in there, hide.

I'll protect you from across the trees.

Get in! (tense music)

(footsteps thudding)

(tense music)

(tense music continues)

(tense music continues)

(Robert panting)

(tense music)

(dramatic music)

(gun bangs)

- Can't do it, James.

Just not built for it.

- Yes, you can, Robert.

It's real simple.

Just take a deep breath, eye up your shot.

Breathe out as you squeeze the trigger gently

like you're sneaking up on it.

(gun bangs)

- Yes!

Pretty soon I'll be doing it with my eyes closed.

- Big words for someone who's afraid of the dark.

(gun bangs)

(gun banging)

- James.

(Robert panting)

Come on, come on!

(pensive music)

(Robert sighs)

(Lucienne sighs)

(Lucienne speaking in French)

(pensive music)

(pensive music continues)

(pensive music continues)

(pensive music continues)

(pensive music continues)

(airplane engine humming)

(pensive music)

(pensive music continues)

(pensive music continues)

(pensive music continues)

(pensive music continues)

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(pensive music continues)

(pensive music continues)

(tense music)

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(Robert heavily sighs)

(door slams)

(Robert sobs)

(pensive music)

(suspenseful music)

(gun cocks)

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues)

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(suspenseful music continues)

(somber pensive music)

(pensive music)

(Sergeant panting)

- Morning, sir.

- Sergeant.

The runner?

- No word.

Limited rations for breakfast.

We're less than a day away from running outta water.

Very low in ammunition, sir.

- Thank you, Sergeant.

(ominous music)

(Captain heavily sighs)

(suspenseful music)

- Here they come.

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues)

(tense rhythmic music)

- They're not saying it, but I'm telling you.

We're running out of ammo.

I've had about half a breakfast.

They're not saying it,

but there's no resupply coming.

- Shut your mouth, Harris.

It's about time we got to killing some Hun.

(tense music)

- It's not the killing that bothers me, Bench.

It's the dying.

Especially when I'm hungry.

- Stop chattering on and on about it.

It only makes it twice as bad on an empty stomach.

- I'm just hungry and tired.

I didn't sleep well.

- Bet those Jerrys have got a fine breakfast.

Hell, I got half of mind to go over there and eat.

(explosion booms)

- Does that mean what I think it means?

- Yep.

- Bayonets!

Bayonets!

Get ready, boys!

(explosion booms)

Let's go! (pensive music)

(guns banging)

(guns banging continues) (man yells)

(body thuds)

(gun cocks)

(guns banging) (pensive music)

(guns banging continues) (pensive music)

(gun cocks, bangs)

- I suppose you Hun think you're safe over there,

eating your breakfast!

I can smell your breakfast cooking.

And I'm hungry! (guns banging)

I'll eat your breakfast

and it'll still be warm!

(guns banging)

(man yelling) (guns banging)

This is for my boy!

(pensive music)

(man yells)

You took my boy!

(gun bangs) (pensive music)

He was my only boy!

(gun bangs)

(guns banging) (pensive music)

(men grunting)

(guns banging)

(man yells)

- Harris, you alright?

- I'm fine.

(guns banging)

(gun bangs)

- [Billy Bihsop] The lion, England, is strong.

But men of fighting age and high courage

must answer the call.

It's our commonwealth after all.

And we must defend it. - Here. Here.

(guns banging) (reflective music)

- I'll go, take me to France, Billy.

- Like a...vapor (chuckles)

I wonder if it was ever real.

(somber music)

(guns faintly banging) (pensive music)

(guns banging)

(pensive music)

(guns banging)

(pensive music)

(guns banging) (reflective music)

- We're being overrun. - Dammit.

- What do you want to do? - We follow our orders.

(man yells) (guns banging)

- Captain! - And hold at all costs!

(guns banging) (man yells)

- Yes, sir. (pensive music)

(man yells) (guns banging)

(pensive music)

(weeds rustling)

- What do we have here?

Sarge, we got something.

- [Sergeant] Wounded? German?

- [Solider] Deserter.

- Canadian?

What is your name? (pensive music)

- I have no name.

(pensive music) (guns banging)

(men grunting)

(pensive music) (guns banging)

(gun bangs) (bullet ricochets)

(man speaking in foreign language)

(pensive music) (guns banging)

(Thom speaking in German)

(pensive music) (guns banging)

(reflective music)

(pensive music) (guns banging)

(gun bangs) (body thuds)

(metal banging) (suspenseful music)

(gun bangs) (pensive music)

(reflective music)

(guns banging)

(pensive music)

- Give 'em hell, come on, let's get it.

(guns banging) (pensive music)

Let's go, boys, come on, let 'em have it!

(guns banging) (pensive music)

(guns banging continues) (pensive music continues)

(gun bangs)

(brooding music)

(guns banging) (tense music)

(dramatic music)

(explosion booms)

(pensive music)

(tense music)

(Kip yells)

(eerie music)

(gun bangs)

(gun bangs)

(men grunt)

(Bench yells)

(gun bangs)

(men yelling)

(blade squelches)

(Klaus yelling)

(gun bangs)

(Bench grunts)

(Bench grunts)

(Bench grunts)

(pensive music)

(body thuds) (men coughing)

(guns banging)

(suspenseful music)

(gun bangs)

(suspenseful music)

(pensive music) (guns banging)

(brooding music)

(guns banging)

(pensive music)

(guns banging)

(suspenseful music)

(guns banging)

(men faintly speaking)

(gun cocks) (suspenseful music)

(guns banging)

(suspenseful music)

(guns banging) (pensive music)

(dramatic music)

(guns banging) (pensive music)

(dramatic music)

(gun bangs)

(suspenseful music)

(explosive booms)

(suspenseful music)

(blade swipes)

(suspenseful music)

(men yelling) (pensive music)

(guns banging) (bullet ricocheting)

(suspenseful music)

(guns banging) (tense music)

- Go, go, go! (explosive booms)

(guns banging) (pensive music)

(tense music)

(guns banging)

(bullet ricocheting)

(guns banging) (pensive music)

(suspenseful music)

(guns banging) (pensive music)

- [James] When we broke their line

it was the beginning of the ends for the Germans.

It set in motion what came to be known

as the Hundred Days Offensive,

it turned the tide in the Great War that changed the world.

I was never afraid of dying.

I just wanted to get home to Mary.

(guns banging) (somber music)

(reflective music)

- You should take his letter.

- He didn't have anyone left to send one to.

(guns banging in the distance)

(reflective music)

Look at you.

Pretty.

With morphine. (Bethany scoffs)

Just my type.

- Well, don't just stand there.

Let's help this man.

(somber music)

(guns banging)

(reflective music)

- No.

I can't bear the darkness.

(reflective music)

Our Father, who art in heaven.

Hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come.

Thy will be done.

On Earth as it is in Heaven.

Give us this day.

- Firing company, ready.

(guns cocking)

Forgive us our trespasses.

As we forgive those who trespass against us.

- Firing company, aim!

- And lead us not into temptation.

- Sir, sir!

- But deliver us from evil. - Sir, sir!

- Hold.

(pensive music)

- It's over, sir.

The war.

It ends today at 11:11.

(uplifting music)

- For thine is the Kingdom, the power and the glory,

are thine forever. (pensive music)

Amen.

(pensive music)

(train whistles)

(footsteps lightly patter)

(pensive music)

(train whistles)

(reflective music)

(reflective music continues)

(light piano music)

(pensive music)

(light piano music)

(light piano music continues)

(light piano music continues)

(reflective music)

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(birds chirping)

(reflective music)

(birds chirping)

(reflective music)

(birds chirping)

(reflective music)

- All right, so, what you're gonna do.

You're gonna take a breath.

And let it go

as you gently release that trigger.

- Okay, Dad.

- Okay, so, I want you to put your fingers through here.

There you go.

Good, good, good.

Okay, now aim.

Perfect.

Aim down, I'll hold it.

Whenever you're ready, okay?

(gun bangs) All right.

Great shot!

Great shot, Robbie!

Good job.

Way to go.

(reflective music)

- [James] I like to imagine sometimes

that my best friend, Robert, met a French girl.

I imagine he wandered off and found his place.

Maybe he has young kids, too,

They lay in the grass together

and watch the planes overhead.

And he tells 'em stories about the great ace,

William Avery Bishop.

The same way I tell my son

about the legendary scout, Francis Pegahmagabow,

the deadliest sniper in all the Great War.

And I tell my son about his Uncle Robert.

I guess that's how we all handled the war when we got home,

those of us who came home

the ones who remember,

the ones who can't forget.

(reflective music)

(tense pensive music)

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(gentle pensive music)

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