THE UNKNOWN SOLDIER
Based on the novel by VÄINÖ LINNA
Directed by EDVIN LAINE
Machine Gun Company!
Platoon Commanders!
As you were!
Halt!
Left turn! Order arms!
Stand at ease.
N.C. O's, there's something you should do.
The battalion will be moved out -
and all equipment must be returned.
Just take the clothes you're wearing and an extra set of underwear.
Keep your leg-cloths, greatcoats, kitbags and utensils.
And your weapons, of course. The rest will go into store.
Hurry up. I'll come back when I'm done.
Where're we going? All the way to hell?
I don't know. Those are the orders.
The boys said that the messenger said that the clerk said -
that they're sending us to garrison Joensuu.
The horsedrivers said we're going to Helsinki.
We'll get new outfits. Breeches and everything.
That's what I heard.
There's gonna be a war, you'll see.
That German looney's on the move, and we'll be following.
Wonder how it'll turn out, our neighbor's well-equipped.
And the roads are mined. - And my Katjushka's there.
No, we're off to fortify the border.
They're afraid the Russians will come here if Germany attacks them.
What for? The Russians never attacked anybody.
But there are Germans here. - On vacation.
Vacationing at a spa. - Just hired help.
Attention! - As you were.
Are you all set?
Broken equipment will be replaced.
Pack your civilian gear in parcels with your home address.
The Quartermaster will have them sent on.
Leave out anything extra, like stationery.
Do you know what's on a boy scout's belt? "Be prepared".
Not the notepaper, Sir, girls don't put out unless you write.
Don't put out? No.
If they're anything like their mothers, they will -
or like their fathers, they'll ask for it. Show me those boots.
Replace them. They're no good on long marches. - Yes, Sir.
So, words of love, eh?
Getting your women with a pen, are you?
Captain, Sir!
I'm no boy scout, so I don't know what to be prepared for.
Not for war, right? - No, you can't go to war just like that.
The war's a long way off. In the Balkans.
It just moves about awfully fast, The Blitzkrieg, like.
In that case, we'll just fight.
And once we start fighting, we'll go far.
Who wouldn't want to dress like a gentleman?
Wearing breeches and shiny boots -
but what'll you wear in a tight spot?
The Captain told me to get new boots.
What's the world coming to?
Dumping gear like shit.
Everything must be accounted for!
No new boots, yours are fine. - But the Captain said...
I don't care.
Alright. Over.
Any news of the column? - They don't know themselves.
We're mobilizing. They're forming divisions, we'll be a company.
That means war. - They say it depends on Germany.
In theory, it depends on three factors: Germany, Russia and us.
We have to choose sides, and the choice is clear.
Wonder what'll happen?
Afraid of getting whipped? I go for a bold attack.
Justice always follows the victor's sword. The losers are wrong.
Shall I let my family stay put? - You'd better.
We're not going backwards. The situation's changed from last time.
Give Salo his boots! Captain's orders. - Don't have time for it.
You think we're rich Americans.
The Captain's always telling me to give you anything you gripe about.
Shit! I just don't understand why you want to sit on all that junk.
How can you love them rags that much?
I can understand you love pretty girls. But rags?
It's mind-boggling, I tell you.
As if I'd been hit by a brick. - Go ahead, take it all!
Let's dress up your entire outfit!
Don't have no spurs to clink, but I'm giving you the best I got!
Don't need spurs, but I'll take Salo's boots.
Leave the old ones.
Don't lose faith, there's enough of them rags.
Coffee, please. - Stop shoving.
What've you got for me now that we're being parted?
Coffee and bagels?
We're selling off everything. - That's it. There's gonna be a war.
Too bad, I might never see your pretty eyes again.
Hurry up, you're holding up the line.
Sir, we need provisions for the long trip. How much tobacco can I buy?
How much do you want? - How about a carton.
She won't be the mother of your kids, then.
That'd take some stripes. - I'm not after that.
Now that's a lie, if I ever heard one.
A safe stronghold our God is still
A trusty shield and weapon
This bunk belonged to Private Pentti Niemi
He slept here when he served in the Finnish Army
He left it on leaving for an unknown destination June 16 '41
Recruit, rookie, greenhorn
When you approach this bunk, take off your boots
The bunk you're approaching -
was a holy site for this dogface
The ancient prince of hell
Hath risen with purpose fell
Strong mail of craft and power
He weareth in the hour
On earth is not his fellow
Let us pray!
Dear Lord, the God of nations.
If you send us tribulations -
we deserve those tribulations.
Nevertheless we pray:
May your power strengthen our hearts -
so that we endure the tribulations.
May you fill our hearts with the same burning patriotism -
that made our brothers face their deaths -
who now sleep in heroes' cemeteries.
Bless these men in all their deeds.
Bless our whole nation and unify it.
The Lord bless you and watch over you.
The Lord make his face shine upon you -
and be gracious to you.
The Lord look kindly on you and give you peace.
In the name of the Father and the Son -
and the Holy Ghost.
What a sermon! We're heading for the cemetary.
Seemed alright to me.
I gotta tell you, them stars are far away.
You think they're real close, but when you think about it -
you realize they're so far away, you can't even imagine it.
What good are they, I always wonder.
I think they're useless. Who needs them?
I reckon they shed some light.
Light. I can understand sunlight and moonlight -
but what good is that light?
If I were God, I wouldn't have made them stars in the first place.
God didn't make them, that's just talk.
They teach it at school even though they know it's a lie.
Man wasn't created either. He was born in the sea.
We're made of carbon and other stuff.
They fool the simple ones to keep them humble to the Capitalists.
At least I know enough not to believe that.
You're not making any sense. It's mind-boggling.
How the hell could man have been born in the sea?
You run out of air in 30 seconds, and there ain't any carbon in me.
Man is made of flesh and bones.
I'm not saying nothing about them Capitalists.
If my old man dies before me, I get nine hectares of lousy land.
That's the kind of Capitalist I am.
I won't be humbling myself to no Capitalist on my land.
I'll walk with my hands in my pockets and spit real long arches.
You can be under water if you have gills.
Man originated from a fish.
Even a Capitalist scientist has admitted that.
Listen, boys, to Yrjö here!
Now that was a tall story!
You think I'm a perch 'cause I'm hunch-backed.
I've only read the papers since I left primary school -
but I know enough not to believe that.
I'm a perch!
I'm a perch made of carbon.
Sink your lines, boys!
Hietanen's a perch...
It's nature that creates. Period.
The rich know whose songs to sing when it comes to money.
Give us strength to defend the Capitalist's purse.
Here we go again, but let's see what happens.
They've got enough men to fight us, too.
But one Finnish soldier equals ten Russians. - Yeah, I reckon.
But what'll you do when the eleventh comes?
I'm no scholar, but I know the world didn't come from nowhere.
There must be a God. But he sure did lots of useless things.
You don't need them stars. I've thought about it plenty.
I don't see any reason for ants and frogs.
I think they're useless. Like bedbugs and cockroaches.
And lice. - You said it.
What good are itching lice?
I mean, you even have to scratch them dinner.
There's all kinds of damn bugs.
I looked out of my window at a steamer sailing
Along the calm river
Just sailing, sailing
Along the calm river
Gee-up, my pony, don't shit on your pole
For tomorrow's a market day
Relieve yourselves, men!
It's no laughing matter. We're in for a long ride.
It'll be a lovely day. Real fine, yes.
A fine start. Such a red dawn...
A last goodbye, you old sweat-sucking parade ground.
This dogface's out of here. My boots've left many a mark on you.
Be real tough on the next recruits. Love, from an old dogface.
Not a single girl by the road.
Goodbye, parade ground! - Goodbye, barracks!
The news is on, if anyone wants to listen!
Some minister's going to speak!
Tell the others, too.
The news is alright, but I don't care much about them ministers.
I don't give a hoot what he's saying.
He can't do nothing about them mosquitoes anyway.
Talk like that is needed.
The baptism of fire mustn't fail. It must be a success.
That's where the third platoon will be baptized.
And the success of our defence is guaranteed.
Our hardened defence forces -
as brave and as willing -
but better equipped than in the last war -
will fight for our freedom, the integrity of our borders -
the faith of our fathers -
and our free democracy.
You and all the men and women -
at the front or at home -
who are working eagerly -
for our defence and our national unity -
will be inspired by the spirit of comradeship of the last war -
and guided by a determination -
to bring more justice to our society.
Fellow citizens! The past centuries have shown -
that the land fate has given us cannot grant us lasting peace...
Those are guns, those, boys.
Once they get going, the neighbors will start running.
Small potatoes. They've got stuff on the other side, too.
I'm afraid we're gonna face quite enough of it.
You shouldn't be so keen. - Well, I dunno.
They had to tie up the west coast boys to stop them attacking.
This time it's gonna be different.
Wake up! It's begun!
That's artillery. - Shooting way off.
But if it shifts a bit it'll come here.
Will it come this way, if it shifts a bit? - What?
The gun. - It won't be shooting here, far into the forest.
That's what I thought, Sir.
They can't shoot into the wilderness.
Can't see us, think we're rabbits.
I'd better tell you about this, as I've been here before.
There's nothing to it, just take it easy.
If you get in a panic, you'll only get in the shit.
No use worrying too much.
Aim at their belt, that'll stop them.
Remember, they're only human, too.
They get lead-poisoning, too.
Easy does it. Get in the shit if you panic.
Alright, let's go.
Get up! Those were ours.
Try not to bang those boxes against each other.
A loud commander...
Sure, it was ours. No use jumping.
The whole belt in one go.
A lot of stiffs out there.
A shitty spot. - Only an outpost.
You'll hear some real shooting before long.
Kariluoto. The artillery will fire, the mortars will back them up.
After that we advance.
Whatever happens you mustn't lie down.
Koskela, send both machine guns if the advance stops, not before.
Any questions? - No, it's clear.
Cross your fingers.
They're attacking!
4th Company! Charge!
Forward! You mustn't lie down under fire.
Machine guns to positions!
Hurry up, start feeding! What the hell are you waiting for?
Get going, boys! - Shoot them in the nuts!
Shoot them in the nuts!
Damn anti-tank gun!
Quick, a box!
A box!
I'll flatten you, you asshole! - Stop that.
We're all scared, but you could at least move your arm.
It's an anti-tank gun, Sir. - No, it's a tank.
Hardly. Not on that road.
Yes. It's not impossible.
I doubt it. - OK! OK! But I still say it's a tank.
A good year for berries. Look at those flowers!
But what's all this? What's this I see?
You got it all wrong!
Oh no, boys! This is no way to fight a war.
We're not getting anywhere like this.
Let's just run across that swamp.
Let's try it again, Lieutenant.
Onwards, onwards, Finland!
Bandages, quickly! He's bleeding.
Captain? Does it hurt, Sir?
I'm an old man...
You can say what you like... It's still a tank.
Damn...
Onwards, onwards, Finland!
Give them hell!
Jesus, how can anyone survive out there?
Forward! Full speed ahead!
Are you hurt bad? - No.
Crawl forwards. Fire in turn.
Fire at the holes in the bunker.
If one man gets close enough with a package charge.
I'll do it, it's my job. - No way.
You've got to lead the attack. I'll go.
Look out!
Got him!
Get them, boys!
They're running, get them!
Goddammit! That was a hell of a stunt!
What? - What a stunt!
I won't hear anything for a while.
Sure was a loud bang!
Go with Kariluoto. I'll wait a while.
I'm no good deaf. - I'll be damned!
Guess we won't be parading in the Urals.
The air was full of lead.
Wonder if there's room for us with all that lead.
Dear Father and Mother.
I have decided to become a regular officer.
I've seen so much in a few moments today.
I owe my soul to an infantry Captain.
Because he showed me how to walk to the end of the line.
Boy, did I laugh when they kept running in the bushes!
And I kept shooting at them with my rifle -
but you don't hit shit with a stick like that.
You little shit, what are you making faces for?
I'm not making faces, Sir. - Don't you sir me!
That won't get you off the hook!
I got a good mind to hit you!
I'm scared, Sir. The way it whistles.
Makes an awful sound. - Now you're crying, you rat.
Get some ammo boxes from the trucks.
And don't stay loitering and skulking there!
A bloody day, boys.
How did that song go again? The one they taught at school.
Another wondrous day in Lapua
Von Döbel was inspecting boobs
Urho's getting poetic. Inspecting boobs.
Dear parents, now I know my task, and it's easier.
They gave us that damn crane Lammio as Company Commander.
I'm surprised he didn't demand a salute.
He can demand away. Obeying is another matter.
My hand won't go up that easily.
Nor mine...
Help me...
Quickly, take him to the first aid post!
Shoot me, someone...
Right, all the way to the Urals...
You'll probably say that in your sleep, too.
The lies they tell about war!
"You can hear a granade coming."
It's mind-boggling.
Sound or no sound, they kill just the same.
In Heaven there is no death, no tears, no night
That's what Gypsy Sarah told me...
Imagine? I'm hungry.
Hungry? We only ate yesterday morning.
How long do they think a backwoods warrior can last on these rations?
They don't think, they know.
They've measured them galleries, calories or whatever.
Tell them you're hungry, and they'll show a paper showing you're not.
Don't know about no calories. My guts say there's too little of them.
You think they care about our empty bellies?
The people's guts've rumbled for so long, they forgot what it means.
Specially when their own are full. - How about them ventriloquists?
Every time the bosses go by, our bellies yell for bread.
What would they say to a backwoods warrior?
Hell!
You had all day to cook them.
A pea looking for another, but in vain.
Every single pea that belongs there is there.
Those kinds of peas don't get soft.
You can always cook pea soup, if you put wood on the fire.
Stop griping! We're all in the same boat.
The 1 st Company lost their cook.
Shit, they should have shot ours!
If you don't like the food, don't eat it.
What's that goddamn crane strutting around here for!
So you've got some tobacco.
Just rolling Russian smokes, Major. - Oh, what do they taste like?
Tobacco, Sir, just tobacco.
Have a good rest now. You'll be needing your strength.
The Germans' advance is surprisingly fast.
The biggest wishful thinkers hardly imagined this.
No, but the calculating ones did.
The golden rule of the German military: "Don't wish, calculate".
The Russians have one trump card...
I saw some casualties by the side of the road.
The priest was folding tags. Deathtags.
Why was one of the wounded men yelling "Sorry, sorry"?
He said some ugly words.
What ugly words? - I won't say.
If a dying man can say them, why can't you?
Jesus Christ, the Devil.
Maybe he appologized to both, just in case.
Don't say that. Even the medics cried.
No use crying here. Let's just give them hell.
When horses fuck, the ground trembles and walls crumble.
Get ready!
Get ready! - For what?
To leave. - Where are we going?
To attack. You think we'd be going home?
Are we the only goddamn battalion in the Army?
Be ready to die for your home, religion and fatherland.
He's up again, the Finnish Bear, he shows his teeth and claws.
And von Döbel was inspecting boobs...
Boys, it's the old border.
Right, this boy's going abroad right now.
We're in Russia, boys. - That we are.
This is where our rights end.
From now on, we're plundering.
Oh, so we're crooks when we cross borders?
The others are protecting national security when shifting borders.
Who knows, maybe we'll stop here.
They say it'll be over in three weeks. Then we can go haymaking.
Brought to you by The Horsedrivers' News Agency.
Oh no, the crane's strutting here again.
It's payday today, so no one leaves the bivouac.
Absence without leave is forbidden anyway.
After that, you start working.
Wash your shirts in the stream, have a haircut and a shave.
I also have to admonish you.
During the march, I saw certain phenomena that will be eradicated.
The Company looked more like hobos than the Finnish Army.
Being at war doesn't mean you can forget discipline.
This isn't just any regiment, we're the elite of our Army.
If your conduct meets with a reprimand -
I have the means to reinstate proper order here.
I hope you all understand what I mean.
I reckon you all heard this mind-boggling news.
I just hope you know what it means.
The German way. That nut has lost what little brain he ever had.
He never had much, but now he's lost it all!
Washerwomen...
Our boys washing their clothes between battles.
Our backwood warriors show their skill in every field.
Shit, now they're caught.
Who gave you permission to ride in a truck? - We did.
What's in these boxes?
There's biscuits and marmalade, Sir.
Where did you steal them? - Didn't have to steal them, Sir.
Some boys from back home gave them.
Didn't you know they had no right to give you government rations?
I'm not too familiar with maintenance and supply.
They just gave it, so it ain't stealing. - You're lying!
Didn't Corporal Lehto know you mustn't leave the column?
Yes, I did.
What insolence! What if I court martialled you?
You'll lose your stripes and start draining swamps.
Or what's your opinion?
A Lieutenant shouldn't be asking me that, you should know it.
What was that?
Koskela!
I sentence Corporal Lehto -
and Privates Määttä and Rahikainen to 24 hours' close arrest.
The sentence is amended to two hours standing at attention -
with rifle and full marching equipment -
and it will be carried out at the next full hour.
The stolen articles are to be returned to battalion stores.
Reckon I ain't gonna do it. I'm not afraid of that little shit.
Guess you'd better, though. It's not about being afraid -
it's the road of least resistance.
Guess we'll do it, then.
You'll stand in the middle, you're the squad leader and biggest crook.
You seduced us innocent soldiers away from military discipline.
This OK? - Sure.
You're just like on Golgatha. Stay there for a while.
Air raid! Take cover!
Come on, take cover!
Into the woods, boys! - I ain't going nowhere.
Let's not act crazy. - Run, if you're scared. I'm staying.
Reckon I can stand here, too.
You can scrape me off the branches, see if I care.
What's the point of this? - Ask the Crane!
You think the guard's gonna run, when you're standing?
If you're staying, I'm staying.
Look, the bombs are away. No more washing by the stream!
Stay where you are!
Somebody, help me!
Let's go. - Not yet, we're standing.
The worst they can give us is death, and I can live with that.
Jesus! Help! - He's hurt. Let's help him.
No, we'll finish this.
Hietanen can manage on his own.
No... Let me live...
Live...
I was close... If I'd stayed here...
Being in maintenance is just like at the front. - Shut up!
He's off to the stiffs' battalion.
Them bombs sure make a huge cloud.
You must be the Company Commander. We're your new replacements.
I reckon the Major's called. Them's our papers.
So, you're a Corporal. - Sure am.
Got them stripes in the Winter War.
Don't know why, I didn't hurt nobody.
Hey, you put me and Tassu Susi in the same squad.
We're neighbors and we fought the last one together.
We call our officers "Sir". - Well, I didn't know.
Put me and Tassu here in the same squad. - Who?
Tassu Susi. - What is your name?
Susi. Private Susi. - Susi. And yours?
I'm Rokka. Antero's the first name.
Everybody calls me Antti, I do, too.
Corporal Rokka, you go to the 3rd Platoon.
Report to Sergeant Major Koskela. Is that clear? - Sure is.
Boy, was he stuck-up. We don't like that kind.
We'll be just fine. Don't you worry none.
You see, he's so young. We've always survived.
You must be Koskela.
The Company Boss said you'd take us.
We're replacements.
I'm Rokka, this here's Susi. Where do we sleep?
There's room. Susi, come here.
Move your boots, shift that pack.
We'll sleep here.
Not so good. There's a rock.
Look at that there.
Move a little. This is good.
That rock could go anywhere, but no, he's here.
The world's a funny place! Tassu, you hungry?
I'll sleep soon.
When're we going, Sarge Major? - Soon, I guess. They sent you.
That's a sure sign. You must've lost men, 'cause you got us.
Put us together, we're neighbors.
He falls asleep fast.
Chow-time! I got some mess kits.
Each man knows his own kit.
We're leaving today, I checked it out.
You're all so young here.
Me and Tassu got wives and kids.
We're single. Young heroes. - We're heroes, too.
Shit, that's artillery. That's where we're headed.
Been at the front? - In the Winter War.
We're from the Karelian Isthmus.
Got a few scores to settle with Ivan.
Got nothing to do out here. - Doesn't matter where we are.
We'll be fighting for our homes as far as Molensk, too.
They say the Krauts are good, but they snap their heels too much.
That's no way to do it. We don't give a damn about Europe.
We'll take Karelia back and go home.
Start packing, boys, we're on the move.
The assault boats are by the shore. Move!
Hurry up! Remember, there's water behind your backs.
Damn...
Look, there's a machine gun.
Shit, they're shooting at people.
Give me that, you throw granades.
Don't you aim at me, you'll be killed.
I'm quick on the draw.
What is your name? - Rokka. First name's Antero.
Well done, taking that trench. - Don't you start praising me.
I can't be fooled that easily.
You're a young boy and want to be a hero.
I don't give a shit about that.
You do what you have to do, and then you lay low.
You were raising your head too much.
We're not here to die but to kill.
Always aim real carefully and then shoot.
That's the way it works.
Tassu, take it easy. We'll make it to Karelia.
Take his roll, it'll make a nice blanket.
Don't move. The stretchers are coming.
Death's coming, not stretchers.
It's burning... - You're not dying. Easy.
Pray for me, Sir.
I can't remember.
It's burning... I'm dying...
Our Father, who art in Heaven...
Hallowed be Thy name...
Our Father...
Spraying with an anti-tank gun?
I was just thinking that war's a bitch.
Cold, hungry, scared. And lice, too.
Right. There's saunas in the villages -
but we just keep advancing all the time.
An ambulance driver said he's got his van full all the time.
There's guys dying everywhere now.
We're moving again, so wake up the 3rd.
Not again...
You're a goddamn bird of ill omen.
I reckon I'd better shoot you.
Shooting me won't change nothing.
Bigger brass should be shot.
Wake up! Get ready to move on!
Wake up!
3rd Platoon, wake up! You've rested enough.
Rise and show the world the awesomeness of the Finn warrior!
Rise, you roaring Finnish lions!
The battle field's rumbling, the cannons are thundering.
Put aside your plough, pick up your sword.
Turn a new page in the amazing pages of Finnish history.
We ain't going. Tell them we need three days' rest first.
Easy for the officers to move, they're not carrying nothing.
Load their damn backs, too, so they'll know what it's like.
What kind of soldiers are you, griping like that?
Wars end by fighting, we gotta move somewhere.
Damned if I'm staying here forever.
Don't worry, there's big villages ahead -
and Russian women waiting for us heroes.
Chow-time!
It's horse.
A gypsy horse, too, the lash marks still show.
Don't gripe about the food.
The meat is up to standard.
Who said that? - I did.
I'm your new Company Sergeant Major.
First, I'd like to point out -
that constant griping is unworthy of a Finnish soldier.
In these circumstances, the food is good.
In these circumstances, you'd better not kick my kit.
It's not the horse's fault that its meat gets tough with age.
Those who gripe worst are cowards in a tight spot.
Better men have done their share quietly.
You got a problem: You kid seriously.
We're supposed have fun here, we're comedians here.
Can't you hear the violin play...
Join the band!
Pick up a drum! No?
You're funny. We arrange a bit of fun, but he don't want it.
What is this circus?
The new guy's got such a sad face, we figured we'd give him some fun.
But he left. Obviously not a music man. - Stop clowning.
The company must be ready to march in three hours.
Those who don't have a white handkerchief, get pieces of paper.
The Quartermaster will distribute them.
The Squad Leaders'll see to it that each man has one.
I know where we're going.
We're going to the woods at night and signal with them patches.
Boys, we're in trouble.
When'll the Krauts reach Moscow?
One machine gun goes with the 2nd Platoon. Which one?
Number one goes. - Through that forest.
If they've advanced, follow the track to the road.
You lunatic had to volunteer! Why don't you go alone?
Shut up, keep your eyes open! - Dunno what's gonna open here.
Let's go back. - You heard the orders. Let's go to the road.
Let's not go, Vanhala. - Or back to Finland.
We could tell them we got lost.
Goddamn giggler, you go with that loonie.
Two guys fighting tanks! We'd get medals and stripes.
Quiet!
Let's go back. - Shut up.
We got to recon the target. I'll take the point.
If anything happens, hold your positions.
One of you goes for help.
Go for help, right.
Don't go, Riitaoja!
What happened to Lehto? - You heard him cry out.
I'm not gonna die here. Lehto got himself killed.
Maybe he's just hurt? We should find out.
Lehto!
Stop shouting. He ain't alive anymore.
Why would he be quiet?
What was that? - Let's go.
Vanhala...
Rahikainen...
You squint-eyed idiot, aim lower!
Lehto!
Vanhala! Rahikainen!
Can't you even kill me!
No, don't... I didn't hurt nobody...
Lehto is dead. We didn't see anything out there.
Oh, nobody there, eh?
Foreigners, yes. They didn't want us around.
You know, in a place like that. - And the body's still there?
Yes, right in front of us.
We could hardly get the gun out. - Rokka!
What's wrong? - Lehto is dead.
You're in charge of the first gun.
Alright. How did he die? - Walked into an ambush.
I should've told them to go round the woods.
Good thing it was Lehto -
the best man to face that death.
There's all kinds of luck. There's good and there's bad.
Lehto only had the latter.
If only that tank got closer. The road's mined.
Take up positions on the left. If it drives round the mines -
let it through and hold their infantry back.
Stay where you are!
No matter what!
Aim! Don't shoot at the clouds!
Stop wasting rounds. - Don't you give me orders.
That burnt the hairs off their ass. - Hairs off their ass...
A hell of a way to die. - Don't start feeling sorry here.
It ain't Sunday school. You gotta kill or else you don't live.
Are you hurt? You should get a leave.
I don't know nothing about that.
I just slung it.
Boy, was I scared! I'm quite a guy.
It's mind-boggling!
I'm a Finnish hero.
Wish my ears would stop ringing. I hope there's no damage.
Is there room for any more?
No wonder - they were shooting like hell.
There were bullets all over the place.
I know the situation best and so appreciate most what you did.
You'll receive the Liberty Cross for this.
I'll get the paperwork going, so they'll make you Sergeant.
It sure was good I emptied the whole belt here.
That there sure is an old guy.
Are they running out of men?
They're not running out of men.
They've got plenty of men and equipment.
If they run out of men, they'll send 15 million female soldiers.
They've even trained the old women.
No kidding? Are the Russian bitches coming at us?
Who knows? - Would be easy to aim, we all know the target.
Fierce close combat.
Rahikainen would get the Mannerheim Cross.
Let's move on.
Death in the rooftop...
Lord Jesus...
There's no one there. Close your eyes.
Eerola's going.
You should say something.
Brother, are you in pain?
Jesus... Jesus is waiting.
Taking me away...
Brother, be calm. He will help you.
Jesus won't leave any of us.
He will take us all to safety.
Jesus has forgiven your sins.
He'll take you to eternal bliss and peace.