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[General Eisenhower voiceover] Soldiers, sailors, and airmen
of the Allied Expeditionary Force.
You are about to embark upon the Great Crusade
toward which we have striven these many months.
The eyes of the world are upon you.
The hopes and prayers of liberty-loving people everywhere
march with you.
In company with our brave allies and brothers-in-arms
on other Fronts, you will bring about the destruction
of the German war machine, the elimination of Nazi tyranny
over the oppressed peoples of Europe,
and security for ourselves in a free world.
Your task will not be an easy one.
Your enemy is will trained, well equipped,
and battle-hardened.
He will fight savagely.
But this is the year 1944.
Much has happened since the Nazi triumphs of 1940, '41.
The United Nations have inflicted upon the Germans
great defeats, in open battle, man-to-man.
Our air offensive has seriously reduced
their strength in the air
and their capacity to wage war on the ground.
Our home fronts have given us an overwhelming superiority
in weapons and munitions of war,
and placed at our disposal great reserves
of trained fighting men.
The tide has turned.
The free men of the world are marching together to victory.
I have full confidence in your courage, devotion to duty,
and skill in battle.
We will accept nothing less than full victory.
Good luck, and let us all beseech the blessing
of Almighty God upon this great and noble undertaking.
["After You've Gone" by Ruth Etting]
♪ After you've gone
♪ And left me crying
♪ After you've gone
♪ There's no denying
♪ You'll feel blue
♪ You'll feel sad
♪ You'll miss the dearest pal you ever had ♪
♪ There'll come a time
♪ Now don't forget it
♪ There'll come a time
♪ When you'll regret it
♪ Someday when you'll grow lonely ♪
♪ Your heart will break like mine and you'll want me only ♪
♪ After you've gone
♪ After you've gone away
Chris.
[shouts]
Jesus Christ, Dad.
What's wrong with you, man?
It's afternoon, what are you doing?
School's finished.
So what, you're just gonna lie in bed all day?
Give me a break, Jesus Christ.
Get up, now!
Oh, thanks.
Real mature.
Fucking asshole.
Hey, sweetheart.
Do you want something to eat?
[Chris] No, I'm good, thanks.
All right, what?
[scoffs]
It's almost one o'clock.
You okay with him sleeping in so late?
Richard, just don't start.
Don't start, mm-hmm.
He's been out of school over a week now.
All he does is hang around the house, play video games,
and hang out with his friends.
I thought you were gonna go down
to the recruitment office and enlist.
Can I take some time to think about it first?
What's there to think about?
I thought you wanted to join the Army.
He's right, you know, okay?
There's no rush.
You taking his side now?
Why do there have to be any sides?
He's only just gotten out of school.
Just let him have a break.
So, what's your plan, Chris?
Step up and take some responsibility.
Help your mom and I out.
Go get a part time job, start paying some bills around here.
I've been looking.
Yeah, not hard enough.
Dad, give me a break.
You're too soft on him.
Oh great.
You're gonna start on me now.
[Richard] Hey, I just want what's best for him.
And you think the Army would be best.
Don't you?
Sending our son off to risk his life?
No, can't say that's something that I want for him.
He's always wanted to join the Army.
He's talked about since he was a kid.
Because you always talkedabout how you wanted to enlist.
But you couldn't, because of the injury.
Look, all boys grow up wanting to please their father.
He's trying to make you proud,
by doing something that you didn't get the chance to do.
Well it sure doesn't seem like that anymore.
Maybe he just wants to let you know he's a grownup.
Look, don't you remember what it was like to be that age?
Hmm?
Yeah, I was dumb as a box of rocks.
[chuckles] You were.
God, Karen, you know,
it's an important time in his life, you know.
I feel like if we don't give him some kind of nudge,
he's just gonna spend years being a bum.
It's a weird time right now.
I mean, the average person lives to what,
70 or 80 years old?
Yet here we are, 18.
How the hell can one false move at this age
mean that the next 50 or 60years are gonna be a total bust?
It's a load of crap, if you ask me.
You know, in the Army, they say you gotta start young.
You're really gonna enlist?
I'm not so sure.
Well, if you want to talk to someone who really served
to get an insight,
there's an old who lives on the same street as my aunt.
He was in the Army.
-Oh yeah? -Hmm.
They say he was there on D-Day.
I think he won a Medal of Honor or something.
Everyone calls him Hawkeye.
[melancholy music]
[Hood] Hey old timer, what's in the bag?
None of your fucking business, that's what.
Hey, no need to be rude.
We're just here to help you carry that home.
Couple of Boy Scouts, eh? [laughing]
There's me thinking you were two rent boys
out hustling for business.
Hey, fuck you, old man.
Look, before we go down this road,
there's something you two ought to know.
Oh yeah, what's that?
I'm mean, nasty, too old to take your shit.
Check out the mouth on gramps.
Yeah, you've been fun.
Almost a pity to have to rob your ass.
Give me your fucking wallet.
Afraid not, son.
Oh really, I really didn't quite--
Yeah, you did.
Now do yourselves a favor and go back to the Scout Hut
before someone gets hurt.
[Boy] Only one who's getting hurt is you.
[suspenseful music]
Hand over the fucking wallet--
[grunts]
Thanks.
Is that your wife?
Sure is.
Married almost 50 years.
She pass away?
Yes, almost two years ago.
Sorry to hear that.
[Hawkeye] Thank you.
That your son?
Yeah.
He lives in Connecticut.
[Chris] So are you gonna call the cops?
Why?
Those two guys, they should be in jail.
Cops don't give a shit about what happens
in this neighborhood,
and they sure as hell don't give a shit
about a broken-down old fuck like me.
So tell me something, kid, what are you doing here today?
I think I could learn a lot from you.
And what do I get out of the deal?
What do you want?
[Hawkeye] Did you see that yard?
Sure.
Real shit hole, isn't it?
I guess.
0800 tomorrow, I want you to start mowing that lawn.
When you're done with that,
I'll tell you what you wanna know.
I don't think that's...I don't know.
Oh, guns don't scare you, but hard labor does.
It doesn't scare me, sir, it's just--
Well good, I'll see you in the morning.
When did you first join the Army?
I was drafted April 25th, 1941.
My first assignment was to the 175th Infantry Regiment,
Company C, of the 29th Infantry Division.
Early in 1943, we were sent to Glen Spean, Scotland,
for five weeks of training
under battle-conditioned British commandos.
I completed that training
and officially became a 29th Ranger,
and returned to England.
But I wanted to be reassigned to a more elite unit.
So I volunteered to become a paratrooper
with the 101st Airborne Division.
The buck sergeant of the First Demolitions Section
had heard that I'd trained as a commando
and had been a member of the 29th Rangers,
so he arranged to have me assigned to them.
[chuckles] Together we became known as the Filthy 13.
Our journey began when we were stationed at a training camp
in Essex, England in the weeks leading up to D-Day.
[melancholy guitar music]
[Hawkeye voiceover] McNasty was our buck sergeant.
He wasn't a big guy in stature,
but he was one of the toughest men I've ever known.
From day one, I knew I wanted to be like this guy.
Nothing fazed him.
Agnew was second in command.
He was a real bull.
He was the best qualified combat man I'd ever seen.
He could fly a plane or run any kind of boat.
Frenchy was married, and had a son before he signed up,
so he had a sentimental side, but he was one tough cookie.
Chuck was a young kid, but he was very hot-tempered.
He was sent to our unit because he was far too quick
with his fists and no one else could handle him.
Piccadilly Willy, he was a real ladies man.
At that time, Piccadilly Circus was a red light district
in London, and he spent all his spare time
cruising for whores. [chuckles]
Ragsman got his nickname
because he never took care of his clothes.
I don't think he washed his fatigues even once
while we were in England.
Goo-Goo was from Joliet, Illinois.
We were going out through a pasture
when Goo-Goo tripped and fell onto a fresh cow patty.
After he got up,
he led the rest of the column off at an angle.
Later he said, "If you'd have found that goo-goo like I did,
"ain't no telling which way you would have went."
Dinty was a pretty quiet guy.
But he surprised everyone when he took McNasty to task
for throwing a towel of his in a stove.
He never had much to say,
but he earned the respect of the men after that.
Loulip was a big man,
about six foot one and real intelligent.
He was so flat-footed he walked like a duck.
But boy, was he ahead of everybody else
on all things physical.
Peepnuts had a voice that was a bit squeaky.
Just like a chicken, peep peep peep.
He was a little short, so the other units didn't want him,
but he had brass balls.
Joey was a guy of Polish descent.
If you said you were gonna charge into a building,
he was right with you every step of the way.
Max was as tough as a boot,
and one of the best football players we had in the regiment.
He would fight anything that showed up,
but he was never the instigator.
Then of course, there was me.
I was only 20, but once I got something in my sights,
I never missed.
They used to say I had the eyes of a hawk.
I think you should be getting home.
Okay, sure.
But we can talk again, right?
Sure.
How about tomorrow?
Alright.
Bring a set of shears.
Shears?
[Karen] How you doing?
Good, thanks.
Thought you might like some cookies.
Thank you.
So had you had any more thoughts
about what you wanna do now that school's over?
I'm still mulling things over, you know?
Yeah.
Look, I know it must seem
like there's a lot of pressure right now to make a decision,
but just remember this.
Some of the most successful people,
they didn't know what they wanted to do
when they were your age.
And some people, they don't figure it out
until much later in life.
I don't think Dad would agree with you on that one.
Yeah.
But Dad, he's worried.
He sees a lot of kids lose focus after they leave school.
It's hard to find a job.
Some become disillusioned, and they get into trouble.
You know he doesn't want that to happen to you.
It won't.
I know.
But you know, if you wanna find out
what the best path in life is,
there's really only one thing you need to figure out.
And what's that?
It's that one thing you feel the most passionate about.
The one thing that just means the most to you.
'Cause once you know that, everything becomes clear.
I'm sure I'll figure it out eventually.
Yeah, you will.
Don't worry.
See you later.
-Thanks, Mom. -Yep.
[phone rings]
Hello.
[Man on phone] Hey Dad.
Anthony, is that you?
[Anthony] Yeah.
I haven't heard from you in a while.
Yeah, sorry about that, I've been busy.
What do you want?
I'm just calling to see how you are.
Oh cut the crap, Anthony,
I didn't come down with yesterday's fall of shit.
Dad?
They're gonna kill me.
How much is it this time?
Twenty thousand.
Jesus.
Fucking college basketball,
some seven foot motherfucker throws it in
right in the buzzer, took my fucking heart out of my chest.
What do you plan to do about it?
That's why I'm calling.
Can you help me out at all?
You think I'd be living in this shit hole
if I had 20,000 under the mattress?
Get real, son.
What about your medal?
My medal?
Bet we could get a lot of money for that.
[solemn piano music]
Dad?
Hello?
[birds chirping] [solemn piano music]
Hey kid.
Take a load off, have a drink.
So what do you remember about D-Day?
The silences.
Silences?
Yeah.
Always in battle, there are moments of silence.
Guns and bombs going off,
the goddamn noise makes your goddamn ears bleed.
But there are quiet moments between all that.
Everything would suddenly fall silent.
When the chaos rages, you don't have to think.
You're running on adrenaline and survival instinct.
But in those silent moments,
all you can hear is your own heartbeat.
[tense music]
Your own breath.
It's in those moments
when you have time to think about
what's really at stake.
Before we parachuted into Normandy,
we all painted our faces with warpaint,
like Native Americans.
It was McNasty's idea.
He had Native American blood running through his veins.
[distant explosion]
[ominous music]
[McNasty] Take cover, boys, krauts are coming.
[percussive heart beats]
[yelling in foreign language]
Alright, alright, calm down, calm down!
We're Americans, you speak English?
Yes, yes.
Where'd you come from?
The Nazi, they destroy our village.
They kill my wife, don't hurt my daughter!
We're not gonna hurt anyone.
At ease, boys!
Aggie!
Any krauts follow you?
I don't think so, but we've been running for some time.
Alright, alright.
Come with us, you'll be safe.
[gun fires]
-No, no! -Take cover!
[gun fires]
What the fuck, where the fuck isthat fire coming from?
Ambush!
He's up there!
[McNasty] Stupid fucker, he's up there!
Frenchy, around the fucking tree!
[girl screams] -Come on, run, come on!
Taking fire!
Motherfucker!
[gun fires]
Up in the tree, take him out!
[gun fires]
Take him out!
[shouts]
[guns fire]
Max!
Fuck! Fuck you! [gun fires]
Max, get up here!
-Max, come up! -Fuck you, fucking--!
Fuck, oh fuck.
-You okay? -I'm fine.
[Dinty] Sorry, I'm jammed!
[McNasty] Keep firing, kill that motherfucker!
Fuck you, fuck you! [gun fires]
I'm gonna kill you!
[Girl] No!
God damn it, I'm trying to help you!
Papa, Papa, no.
[speaks French]
Alright, it's your moment, Hawkeye.
[speaks French]
[suspenseful music]
[gun fires]
[Girl speaking French]
[Girl] Can anybody help, please?
He's gone, honey.
-He's gone. -Papa.
Can anybody help, please?
[solemn piano music]
Can anybody help?
[Agnew] You gotta let him go.
No, no.
No, no, no, no, no!
-You gotta let him go. -No!
Let him go.
Gotta let him go, come on.
Let him go, there's nothing you can do for him.
No! [sobs]
That's what it's like on the battlefield.
Everything can change in a moment.
On the one hand, you're relieved to have survived.
But sometimes, you wish you didn't have to live on
with those memories.
I feel like an idiot.
Why?
I shouldn't be asking you to relive all this.
Well, at least someone still cares about what we did,
'cause I gotta tell you, kid,
it doesn't take long to be forgotten.
Hell, we were forgotten when the war was still going on.
We'd lost contact with our commanding officers.
They assumed we were all dead.
We were stranded in rural Normandy without any support.
Was the girl still with you?
No.
We dropped her off at a hospital in a nearby town
the day after her father died.
The day after that, we took a wrong turn.
Later that week, we lost contact
with our commanding officers
and walked around for a couple of days.
We kept our wits about us, but hell,
even the Germans weren't out that far.
All we ran into were fields and woodlands.
And then one day, we happened upon this cabin
in the middle of nowhere.
[ominous music]
[inaudible counting]
[McNasty] Go, go, go, go, go, go!
-Don't move! -Get the fuck in there!
-Clear!
-Don't move! -You hear?
I don't give a fuck what you are!
Clear!
I'll blow your fucking head off!
I don't give a fuck!
Alright.
You speak English?
Yes, yes.
[McNasty] What's your name?
[Arthur] Arthur.
This is my wife, Andrea,
and these are my children, Raphael and Marianne.
[McNasty] Family name?
[Arthur] Dubois.
You all French, born and bred?
Yes.
I was born in Paris, and my wife in Strasbourg.
We settled here in Normandy after marrying.
Our children were born here.
Alright.
Frenchy, do a sweep upstairs,
make sure there's no unwanted house guests here.
You got it.
I think all the unwanted guests are right here.
Hey!
Let's keep it friendly here.
We're not gonna hurt anyone.
We're Americans, here to fight the Nazi bastards
occupying your country.
We're on the same side.
I understand, but please, this is my home.
It would be disrespectful
to go searching through my family's belongings.
They won't be doing that.
It's standard procedure to check the premises.
[speaks French]
[Arthur] Oui.
Aggie, Hawkeye, do another sweep around here.
-Yes, sir. -Yep, we're on it.
[Andrea speaks French]
You wouldn't have any tobacco, would you?
[scoffs]
No.
I do not smoke, no.
[classic ballad music]
I can assure you, Mrs. Dubois,
that the last thing we wanna do is frighten your family.
Me and my boys have been walking here for days,
and we haven't had any food or water,
so this meal is very much appreciated.
And then after the meal, you will leave?
Yeah, of course.
Always checking that time, Hawkeye, huh?
This is the best damn food I ever tasted.
You fucking moron.
You know, apart from some gone-off half of a can of
cheese, this is the only fuckingfood that we've had in a week.
Of course it's the best fuckingthing you've ever eaten.
Fuck you, Willy.
No, fuck you, you fuck.
You should relax, we'll be gone soon.
[Arthur] I'm sorry, but we are not used to visitors.
We haven't had house guests for many months now.
Hey Arthur, see that guy over there?
His name is Frenchy.
You speak French?
No, no sir.
I was born in Quebec, it's in Canada.
They speak French over there, but my folks moved back
to the States when I was like two weeks old, so...
So not the most appropriate of nicknames, no?
[laughs] No, I suppose not.
Still, could be worse.
Could be called Piccadilly Willy.
Why do they call you that?
[laughs] I'll tell you, alright?
You know Piccadilly train station, you got these trains,
they going in every fucking half an hour, all the time.
Now my own particular love carriage.
-Willy, that's enough! -It's the biggest
fucking thing you've ever seen in your life!
I'm telling you, I mean--
Willy, that's enough.
What the fuck are you saying to me?
What, you trying to tell me that this kid here,
he doesn't understand what the fuck we're talking about?
I lost my virginity when I was fucking nine!
What?
I know what you're talking about. [laughs]
You like the whore, yes?
[laughs]
[group laughs]
Smart kid you got there, Arthur.
He should mind his manners.
[Hawkeye] Give him a break, he's just a kid.
[McNasty] That's a nice painting.
[Arthur] No, It's a copy, so not worth much.
It's called "The Lady in the Field."
Not very imaginative.
Just looks like a say-what-you-see title.
If it was an original, it would be worth a lot of money.
Monet is a very famous artist.
I never heard of him.
Someone said the same thing to me yesterday.
I guess not everyone has an eye for art.
You had a visitor yesterday?
What?
You said you had a visitor yesterday.
Yes, a friend of mine visited.
That's odd.
What?
You said you hadn't had visitors for months.
[ominous music]
[Arthur] So what of it?
[McNasty] It's no big thing.
Just seems strange to say
you didn't have house guests for months,
and then say someone visited your house yesterday.
I am just nervous, okay?
It's not every day you havearmed men burst into your home.
Why you getting so worked up, Art?
What's the problem?
Is there a problem?
I don't understand what the relevance of this is.
Well in our line of work,
someone lies about a little thing,
you begin to wonder, can they lie about a bigger thing, too?
[Arthur] What do you mean?
[McNasty] Well, I'm beginning to wonder
if all this fear and nervousnessyour family is showing is...
Is it only about us?
What, you think a bunch of Americans
with guns isn't scary enough?
Well, some people think being a soldier
is all about force and endurance.
It ain't.
It's about having the instinct to know
when something ain't right.
That way, you can spot an ambush.
We are just a normal family here.
We don't support the Germans.
I'm not saying you do.
But do I know all there is to know here, Arthur?
[suspenseful music]
[gun fires]
-What the-- -Get into the walls!
-What the fuck! -All in the walls!
[gun fires] -Open up, open up, boys!
[group shouts]
-Open up, open up, open up! [guns firing]
[shouts] [rapid gunfire]
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! [gun fires repeatedly]
-Fuck you, fuck you! [gun fires repeatedly]
[ominous music]
Mother fucker.
[suspenseful music]
[gun fires] -Ow!
Good shot.
Let's finish him off.
Fick dich Amerikaner!
[laughs] What'd he say?
Something about dick.
Yeah, I think he wants to play with our dicks
if we let him go.
[German accent] Fucking American perverts.
[chuckles] So you SprechenEnglish, huh?
[McNasty] You wouldn't happen to have any tobacco,
by any chance?
[speaks German]
Nah, didn't think you'd understand that.
Let's see if you understand this.
[gun fires]
[yells in German]
You know, I don't think that got the point across.
Let's try this.
[gun fires] [shouts in pain]
Want me to put him out of his misery?
Nah, let him take the long way out.
Fucking bastards, kill me.
Kill me now.
When you get to Hell, tell them the Filthy 13 sent you.
[dramatic orchestral music]
[speaks German]
[whimpers]
You lost so many.
Yeah.
A lot of our men were killed.
We killed a lot of men, too.
What's it like?
To kill a man?
[Chris] Yeah.
It's goddamn awful, that's what it is.
The only thing worse is to be given a medal for it.
It doesn't matter that the enemy
has a different ideology from you.
If you've got any kind of soul, it's gonna affect you.
Truth is, we're not all that different.
Doesn't matter what country you're fighting for,
we were all just following orders,
trying to put food on the tablefor our families back home.
This is the first time I've talked about this
in quite a while.
But there isn't a day goes by I don't think about it.
[solemn piano music]
Sometimes at night, I close my eyes.
I relive those moments on the battlefield.
They haunt me.
[News Anchor on TV] All the news have been pouring in
from Berlin, claiming that D-Day is here.
It's an outrage there's no support
for these guys after the war.
Time marches on.
The world changes, people forget.
It's a tragedy, is what it is.
You know, someone should write a book
about what those guys did.
Why don't you?
English lit was never my speciality.
Don't put yourself down.
I read some of those stories you wrote when you were a kid,
they were really descriptive.
That was years ago, how the hell did you read those?
Your mother showed me.
She kept them all.
She's got a whole box of short stories you scribbled down.
I never even know she kept those.
Maybe you should read them again, might inspire you.
They might remind you of who you were
before the world told you who you should be.
That's pretty deep.
You're wondering about what you're gonna do
with your life.
That's a deep question, it needs a deep answer.
True.
You know, if you think about the reasons we cross paths
with people, maybe that's why Hawkeye's come into your life.
Not because you're meant to be a soldier,
but because you're meant to write about one,
make sure he's remembered.
Do you wanna meet him?
So there's me thinking peewee here
has no direction in his life, and he brings you here.
[chuckles] I guess he's made at least one decision.
I guess so. [chuckles]
So how did you manage to snag a classy girl like this?
I have my moments.
What was your first date like, hon?
I'm guessing you wouldn't have been too impressed
with cheeseburgers at the local bowling alley.
It was actually pretty amazing.
I love stars, but in the city, bright ones are hard to find.
Chris knew there'd be load shedding in his friend's area.
You know, where the government cuts electricity
in scheduled districts to conserve energy.
Right.
So Chris set up a date on his friend's roof
in one of those areas.
He laid blankets, bought champagne and
my favorite flowers. After about10 minutes, the power was cut
and the sky lit up,
and we spent the whole night
drinking champagne and stargazing.
He knew my brother Alan had died the year before,
and I also told him I believe people become stars
when they die.
And at the end of the date, Chris pointed out a star
and told me he'd registered it online as Alan.
Named after my brother.
He gave me a certificate and everything,
it was all official.
Pretty thoughtful of youthere, kid, I'll give you that.
I'm sorry to hear about your brother.
Thank you.
I lost my wife Theresa a couple years back.
Our first date was not as spectacular as that.
I just took her to a dance,
that's how people courted each other back in '41.
The setting wasn't spectacular,
but boy, was she a spectacular woman.
All Theresa had to do was smile at me,
and everything in life made sense.
She wrote to me every day while I was away.
Throughout the training, throughout the war.
I didn't get all the letters, of course,
but still, she wrote.
Did you marry before the war or after?
After, '49.
Best decision I ever made.
I bet she didn't want you to fight, did she?
No, she didn't.
But she knew it was something I had to do,
it's the way I was made.
So she accepted it.
Chris said you received a medal
for what you did during war.
Medal of Honor.
It's the highest award
the United States can give its military personnel.
Would you like to see it?
Of course.
Wow, it's beautiful.
Did you get this for taking out the sniper,
or the Nazi at the cabin?
No, that was for something else.
["After You've Gone" by Ruth Etting]
[birds chirping]
♪ After you've gone
♪ And left me crying
♪ After you've gone
♪ There's no denying
♪ You'll feel blue
♪ You'll feel sad
♪ You'll miss the dearest pal you've ever had ♪
♪ There'll come a time
♪ Now don't forget it
♪ There'll come a time
♪ When you'll regret it
♪ Someday when you grow lonely
♪ Your heart will break like mine and you'll want me only ♪
♪ After you've gone
♪ After you've gone away
[Hawkeye voiceover] After D-Day, McNasty, Agnew, and I
ended up in a hospital on the outskirts of Normandy.
We'd finally been found by Allied forces
after over a week in the wilderness.
It had pretty much been turned into a military hospital.
They were mainly treating US and British soldiers
who were wounded or ill.
[Hawkeye] You know what I could go for
right about now, boys?
What's that, man?
American-style hotdog.
Stuck here with all these lazies talking about sausage.
[laughs]
Who you writing a letter to, your boyfriend?
Touché.
What's his name?
Marlene.
[guffaws] Marlene.
Yeah, he sounds real pretty.
Hey man, I like a bit of hair, you know?
I bet you do.
Well don't worry, boys.
We get back to England, I'll take you to my cabin.
Jake's Bar and Grill.
I'll get you deer and rabbit, fish.
I remember a story, I went fishing one night.
Came back, threw the fish underneath the bed.
Lord Willis' estate.
Had just come in the door, and who's knocking at the door?
Only Leach.
Fucking hate that guy.
Major asshole.
He went from sergeant to Major Asshole.
'Cause they always promote the assholes.
-Yeah. -Damn right, damn right.
Anyway, Leach is shouting at me,
and he say, "McNise, McNise, have you been stealing fish?"
I says oh, no sir, no sir.
Meantime, all the fish are flopping
and flapping underneath the bed, having a goddamn orgy.
And I'm standing there "no sir, no way,
I ain't got all them fish out."
-Did he catch you?
No, he just left.
Said the place smelled like a city dump.
[Hawkeye laughs] -Hell.
Beer and deer, boys.
Beer and deer, man, amen.
That sounds good.
[birds chirping]
One American soldier positionedat the entrance, armed.
That must mean there are other American soldiers
recovering inside.
Possibly British and other Allied forces, too.
Should we call in a air strike?
There has been no radio response,
we will have to take them ourselves.
How do you propose we proceed?
[ominous music]
With stealth.
Our first target will be the soldier positioned
at the entrance.
But we need to ensure we don't alert those inside
to our presence.
Guns are out of the question at this stage.
We need to employ other means.
Understood.
[foreign language over PA system]
[indistinct chatter]
Excuse me, Doctor, I'm really sorry to disturb you,
but I need to move the beds from ward two to ward four,
and I also need to administer the penicillin,
so I'd really like--
Nobody needs to move anywhere,
there's a complete backlog of prescriptions here.
I understand what you're saying, but I could really--
Not at the moment, Nurse.
Nurse.
Can you take this down to ward six?
That'll be all.
[ominous music]
[groans]
[woman screams in distance]
[suspenseful music]
[fist thuds]
-Kill them! -Aggie!
[shouts]
[fists thudding]
[grunts]
[growls]
[chokes]
[growls]
[laughs]
[neck cracks]
[shouts]
Say goodnight, you son of a bitch.
[gun fires]
[panting]
Shit.
I forgot to ask him if he has any tobacco.
[woman screams]
[suspenseful music]
Put the gun down.
[Hawkeye] Fancy your chances of killing us both?
Are you really that fast?
Fuck you.
Even if you were fast enough to take us both out,
how far could you really get?
The allies are all over this town,
you're not gonna get far withoutrunning into one of them.
Put that gun down or I will kill her!
Let the girl go.
This isn't her war, this is ours.
So let's settle it, you and me.
Drop the fucking gun, I will kill her dead.
Come on, let her go.
I'm going to count to three.
If you don't throw your gun to the floor,
I'll fucking kill her!
One.
Two.
Three.
[gun fires] [nurse yelps]
[solemn piano music]
[laughs]
[chuckles]
Yeah.
Beer and deer, boys?
Beer and deer.
Yeah, beer and deer.
[birds chirping]
Some soldiers only feel alive
when they're on the battlefield.
I never got a buzz from the things I did.
Even when they gave me a medal for it,
I felt no sense of satisfaction.
This is the truth.
The only time I ever felt alive
was when Theresa was by my side.
Every moment with her was a gift.
Thank you for sharing with us.
I know it must be so difficult.
I'm so honored you've told me all this, sir.
It really means a lot to me.
Well if you only remember one thing
from the things I've told you, let it be this.
No one ever laid on their deathbed
wishing they'd spent more time on the battlefield.
The only thing a man on his deathbed thinks about
are those he loved and those who loved him back.
[children chattering]
[Richard] Hey.
Hey.
Heard you went down to the recruitment office.
Yeah.
How'd it go?
Not so good, actually.
Yeah, that's kinda what I figured.
Listen, Dad, I'm sorry, okay, but...
I don't wanna go in the Army.
It's okay to be scared.
It's not that.
There's another reason I don't wanna do it.
Which is?
It's Jessica, Dad.
I love her.
Every moment we have together is like a gift, you know?
There's something I never really told anyone,
not even your mom for a long time.
And what's that?
You know how I couldn't join the Army
because I had hurt my leg playing football?
Sure.
I kinda faked it.
You faked it?
Kinda, not really, I just, it's complicated.
I really did wanna join the Army.
But the week I was supposed to go and do my medical,
I found out your mom was pregnant.
So I had a choice.
And after thinking about it, there really wasn't a choice.
Family was gonna win out, no matter what.
There's no way I was gonna leave her here
to raise you by herself,
and the thought of leaving you alone for months on end?
Just knew I couldn't do it.
Really?
Yeah.
Sorry.
I've been a total jerk, man,
I shouldn't have been pushing you so hard to join the Army.
It's alright, Dad.
No, no, it's not.
I've just been scared thatyou'd turn into some gangbanger,
or become one of those kidswith no direction in their life.
I know you're too smart for that.
But still, you know, your mom,
she helped me see that I was just
really projecting my own fears onto you,
and so I'm sorry for that.
You never have to apologize for caring.
Take one small piece of advice from me, though?
Of course.
Being in love is great.
You and Jessica, you're really meant to be together.
Whatever hopes and dreams you have
should really fit into your lives as a couple, you know?
You know, I didn't really know what I wanted to do.
But this, these past few weeks,
it's become clear to me what I have to do.
[sorrowful piano music]
Hawkeye?
Wake up, sir.
[uplifting music]
Death.
Death is the road.
Life is the path.
The soul is the guide.
Now the brain thinks of death, the heart thinks of life.
But the soul?
The soul thinks of eternity.
[Lawyer] You should know,
he adjusted his will in the final week of his life.
This next and final reading contains that very amendment.
"I leave my Medal of Honor
"to my friend, Christopher Summerbee."
"I leave this medal to him,
"because he knows the true meaning of bravery."
"Not just because he saved my life,
"but because he is brave enoughto take his own path in life,
"and be true to himself."
I'll give you a moment, Mr. Summerbee.
Thank you.
[sniffles]
[solemn piano music]
[President Truman] I wish that Franklin D. Roosevelt
had lived to see this day.
General Eisenhower informs me
that the forces of Germany have surrendered
to the United Nations.
The flags of freedom fly all over Europe.
For this victory, we join in offering our thanks
to the providence which has guided and sustained us
through the dark days of adversity, and into light.
[uplifting music]
[dramatic orchestral music]