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- Sit!

- Uncle George, this is Lemon Two,

receiving heavy, heavy fire

from target 88 Baker 109er.

Requesting artillery support, over!

I'm gonna need ammunition.

I'm gonna need reinforcement.

I'm gonna need a new goddamn radio, over.

- Sergeant Malone, reporting as ordered, sir.

- At ease, Sergeant.

I have a special job for you, Malone.

Lieutenant Watson and Charlie Company are pinned down

a half a mile south of Montepulciano.

I want you to run 'em a supply of fresh ammo

and a new radio.

- With respect, sir, delivering ammunition

is a job for the ordnance boys, not supply.

- You been drinking?

- No, sir.

- How good are your men with their weapons?

- We don't get to see much action in supply, sir.

- In that case, I have just the man for you.

Name of Packard, Corporal Packard.

You give him a lift back to Charlie Company,

he'll keep you out of trouble.

- Yes, sir.

- By Christ don't you let those boys down.

- I won't, sir.

- Dismissed.

You fellas gonna be late meeting Senor Rossini.

- He's right, Sal.

You could cut the sergeant in.

- Are you nuts, what the hell for?

- Maybe we can get him to turn around and go back.

- Nah.

You think Malone's gonna disobey an order?

- He would for 300 bucks.

- Forget it.

You know Malone.

He finds out we got all this booze, he's gonna drink it.

Murph, pull over, I gotta take a piss.

- Fuckin' Italians, love to dangle their dicks

out in the woods.

How else do you take a piss, Montana?

- I don't love to do it, Louie, I just do it.

They look crazy.

- Sal, you speak Italian.

Tell 'em who we are.

- Okay, boys, let's get rollin'.

Come on, Montana, let's the get hell out of here.

- Shut up, Louie.

Let me out of this truck.

Push.

Push.

Packard, you watch from here.

Galloway, you take the point.

Fenelli...

You keep an eye on those folks over there.

Uncle George, this is Red Parrot, over.

- Red Parrot, this is Uncle George, go ahead, over.

- Requesting a replacement vehicle, over.

- No fuckin' way.

- Sal, go get that wheelbarrow.

What?

- Hey, hey. - Hey, hey.

- Oh, come on, we can't walk there

with all these cases, Sergeant.

- Well, guess what?

This is your stupid fault, you dumb ass.

You fix the truck.

- You here.

Fenelli, you push.

- All right, you boys stay here.

Packard and I will check it out.

- I know, I know.

- Thank you, Sophia.

- Sal, ask him about enemy activity.

- Brooklyn.

- Brooklyn, oh.

- Salut. - Salut.

- Don't move.

- I'm not moving.

- Who the hell are you?

- Tommy Kinross.

One of the good guys.

- You're English?

- I'm Scottish.

If you don't mind.

It's a wee bit nippy out tonight.

Can I come in?

I don't know who was more scared just now, me or you.

Are you a soldier, Tommy?

- Aye.

Well, sort of.

Me and my squad got captured by Rommel's crowd near Tripoli.

This is 1942.

And they put us on a boat to Italy

which nearly sank in a huge storm.

Then we drove for days on end to some godforsaken camp

in the middle of nowhere.

- What happened to your regiment?

- Buggered if I know.

I can't quite decide whether I've been lucky or not.

But one thing I do know.

Is I've had quite enough war for one lifetime,

thank you very much.

And I don't wanna go tempting fate a second time around.

Do you know what I mean?

So you never saw me here.

- Francesca.

Francesca.

- You were in and out kinda quick last night, Louie.

But I guess that's the Italian way.

All done in 20 seconds.

Funny, she looked kinda pissed off with you this morning.

No happy, contented smile on them rosy red lips.

She ain't got no teeth.

- Say what?

- She ain't got no fuckin' teeth.

- Oh, baby, gums around your plums.

No go, huh?

- No.

But I'll tell you something.

That old lady, Sophia...

She's a happy woman, this one.

- Oh, yeah? Who's the unlucky sass?

Oh, shit.

- She was sweet for him this morning.

- Hey, chicken folk, how was it humpin' granny?

- Huh?

- Did she take her teeth out for ya?

- What are you on about now?

- Man, I'm tellin' your momma.

- Tell her what?

- That you've been abusing little old ladies.

What, oh, you jerk.

What does it say, Sal?

Anybody who finds materials that the Americans

are dropping has to notify the Germans.

- Sal, you got a light?

Back, back!

Sal!

Shit!

Sal, Sal!

- Murphy! - I'm goin' to get Sal!

- Jesus, Murphy, get down!

- His thumb's out here somewhere!

What about Sal?

- Hold your fire.

We gotta get the radio.

It's on Sal's back.

- I'll get it.

- No!

Not you.

Jimmy.

- Why don't you send Murphy?

- Louie, you stay.

Jimmy, you go.

And that's an order.

You're doin' great, Jimmy, keep goin'.

Good job, Jimmy, good job, Jimmy.

- Hey, Murphy.

The sergeant's going nuts.

He's gonna get us all killed.

- What are you gonna do, Louie?

- We can get outta here like that Scottish guy.

- Not me, Louie.

- Wait, just two of you?

Just two of you?

All right, come here, put down the gun.

- Hey, Sergeant.

When are we going home?

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, you boys are not thinking

about bailing out on us before the big one, are ya?

We gotta take back their wheelbarrow.

- Don't pay any attention to 'em, Louie.

- All right, listen up, fellas.

Recon said that tens have abandoned Luciana.

So there's not gonna be a lot of resistance

once we get up there.

Now we got support from 1st Army.

Artillery opens up at 1345.

1400, that's when we're gonna go, all right?

- All right. - Let's go.

- Let's move on!

Go on, get those troops there!

Get 'em in action!

You, outta there!

- No, no, no, we're quarter masters.

- Get your asses outta there now!

- Get back there, get your ass back there!

- Move, move, the front line's this way, you idiot!

- Son of a bitch.

- You asshole, you're shooting our guy!

Let's go.

- Go, go!

- This is for LIFE Magazine, let's make it good.

I'm taking this home.

- Oh, this is mine. - This is mine.

Jesus.