Ten hut!
[Talking Stops Abruptly]
[Bugler Plays]
Be seated.
[Chairs Moving]
Now, I want you to remember...
that no bastard ever won a war...
by dying for his country.
He won it...
by making the other poor dumb bastard
die for his country.
Men...
all this stuff you've heard
about America not wanting to fight,
wanting to stay out of the war,
is a lot of horse dung.
Americans traditionally love to fight.
All real Americans love the sting of battle.
When you were kids...
you all admired the champion marble shooter,
the fastest runner, big league ball players,
the toughest boxers.
Americans love a winner...
and will not tolerate a loser.
Americans play to win all the time.
I wouldn't give a hoot in hell
for a man who lost and laughed.
That's why Americans have never lost,
and will never lose, a war.
Because the very thought of losing...
is hateful to Americans.
Now...
an army... is a team.
It lives, eats, sleeps, fights as a team.
This individuality stuff is a bunch of crap.
The bilious bastards who wrote that stuff
about individuality for The Saturday Evening Post...
don't know anything more about real battle
than they do about fornicating.
Now, we have the finest food and equipment...
the best spirit...
and the best men in the world.
You know...
by God, I... actually pity those poor bastards
we're going up against... by God, I do.
We're not just going to shoot the bastards.
We're going to cut out their living guts
and use them to grease the treads of our tanks.
We're going to murder those lousy Hun bastards
by the bushel.
Now...
some of you boys, I know,
are wondering...
whether or not you'll chicken out under fire.
Don't worry about it.
I can assure you...
that you will all do your duty.
The Nazis... are the enemy.
Wade into them.
Spill their blood.
Shoot them in the belly.
When you put your hand...
into a bunch of goo...
that a moment before was your best friend's face...
you'll know what to do.
Now, there's another thing I want you to remember.
I don't want to get any messages
saying that we are holding our position.
We're not holding anything.
Let the Hun do that.
We are advancing constantly, and we're not interested
in holding onto anything except the enemy.
We're going to hold onto him by the nose,
and we're going to kick him in the ass.
We're going to kick the hell out of him all the time,
and we're going to go through him
like crap through a goose!
Now...
there's one thing...
that you men will be able to say
when you get back home.
And you may thank God for it.
30 years from now, when you're sitting around your fireside
with your grandson on your knee...
and he asks you
what did you do in the great World War II...
you won't have to say...
well...
I shoveled shit in Louisiana.
All right, now, you sons of bitches,
you know how I feel.
Go on now.
I will be proud...
to lead you wonderful guys into battle
anytime...
anywhere.
That's all.
[Dog Barking]
[Yelping]
[Gunshots]
Arabs need food and clothing.
They strip our dead before we can even bury them.
Looks like the reports were pretty accurate.
61 armored vehicles, 45 tons of ammunition,
2540-millimeter guns, 3 self-propelled 105s...
not counting mortars, machine guns, rifles,
pistols, telescopes, belt buckles, G.I. S' socks...
1,800 men.
[Yelping]
[Ululation From Crowd]
[Band Plays Fanfare]
[Shouting In Arabic]
Our people salute you, General,
for your brilliant amphibious landing
on the continent of Africa
and your enlightened administration
of our country.
I've enjoyed being here, Excellency.
Naturally, I'd prefer to be
in Tunisia fighting the Germans.
The lions in their dens tremble at his approach.
I appreciate that, Excellency.
Magnificent.
I wish our troops looked that good.
[Ululation]
Tell me, General,
what do you think of Morocco?
I love it, Excellency.
It's a combination of the Bible... and Hollywood.
These men fight at Kasserine?
Yes, sir.
For the American army
to take a licking like that
the first time at bat against the Germans...
Up against Rommel,
we need the best tank man we've got.
Somebody tough enough to pull this outfit together.
- Patton? - Possibly.
God help us.
[Siren]
[Children's Clamor]
- Lieutenant... - Sheesh.
Where's the duty officer?
Billy. I think he's in his quarters, shaving.
Why isn't he here on duty?
Guess he needed to shave.
We got a new commanding general due today.
[Crash]
Who the hell's kicking me in the butt?
Oh, sorry, uh, sir!
What were you doing down there, soldier?
Trying to get some sleep, sir.
Well, get back down there, son.
You're the only son of a bitch in this headquarters
that knows what he's trying to do.
Yes, sir.
Brad, how the hell are you?
Fine, George. Good to see you.
We all thought you wouldn't be here till 0900.
Yes. I gathered that.
You know my boys DickJenson, Al Stiller?
Yes.
Brad, tell me, uh...
what are you doing here?
Ike wanted a report on this Kasserine business.
I'm staying here as an observer,
but I report directly to Ike.
A spy.
Get me General Eisenhower's headquarters.
Tell me, Brad, uh...
what happened at Kasserine?
I heard it was a shamble.
Apparently, everything went wrong.
We'd send over a 75-millimeter shell,
the Krauts would return an 88.
Their tanks are diesels.
And even when we managed to hit them,
they kept on running.
Our tanks...
the men call them "Purple Heart boxes."
One hot piece of shrapnel and the gasoline explodes.
Hmm. I warned them about the tank.
I talked to a soldier about the half-tracks.
I asked if the machine gun bullets
pierce the armor,
and he said, " No, sir.
The bullets just come through one side
and rattle around a bit."
I understand we had trouble
coordinating the air cover.
The trouble was no air cover.
General Smith on the line, sir.
Excuse me, Brad.
Bill?
Listen, I'm calling about, uh, Bradley
and his job here.
Look, I need a good number-two man.
I want to make Brad my deputy commander.
You'll clear it with Ike?
Thanks, Bill.
Now you're not spying for Eisenhower anymore.
You're working for me.
- O. K? - Fine, O.K.
Dick... you've got those stars?
- Yes, sir. - Let's get them on.
What's the matter, Brad?
I've been nominated by the president.
I know, but, uh, it doesn't become official
until it's approved by the Senate.
Well... they have their schedule,
and I have mine.
George...
if you were named admiral of the Turkish Navy,
I believe your aides
could dip into their haversacks
and come up with the appropriate badge of rank.
Anyway, congratulations...
premature congratulations.
You know...
I think those stars would look better
on a green shirt.
Did I ever tell you about the time
I designed a uniform for tank crewmen?
It was, uh, green leather, had red stripes,
and had sort of a row of brass buttons
down across here.
And topped off by a gold football helmet.
The army rejected it, of course.
Goddamn, it was beautiful.
[Whistle Blows]
Lloyd Fredendall's just leaving.
George...
there's one other thing
I put in my Kasserine report.
Some of our boys were just plain scared.
Well, that's understandable.
Even the best foxhound's gun-shy the first time out.
I can remember...
when nothing frightened me as much
as the idea of a bullet coming for my nose.
I don't know why,
but the image of a bullet coming for my nose
was more horrible than any other possibility.
Well, I can understand that, George.
It was such a handsome nose.
You want to know why this outfit
got the hell kicked out of it?
A blind man could see it in a minute.
They don't look like soldiers, they don't act like soldiers.
Why should they be expected to fight like soldiers?
You're absolutely right.
The discipline's pretty poor.
In about 15 minutes,
we're going to start
turning these boys into fanatics, razors.
They'll lose their fear of the Germans.
I only hope to God
they never lose their fear of me.
Up bright and early, General. Uh, breakfast?
Am I to understand that all my officers have finished breakfast?
We're open from 6:00 till 8:00.
Most of the officers are just coming in.
Please inform these officers the mess hall is closed.
But, sir, it's only a quarter to 8:00.
From now on, you will open at 6:00,
and no one will be admitted after 6:15.
Where are your leggings?
Leggings?
Well, hell. General, sir, I'm a cook.
You're a soldier.
$20 fine.
Gentlemen...
from this moment,
any man without leggings, without a helmet,
without a tie...
any man with unshined shoes or a soiled uniform...
is going to be skinned.
[Snort]
This is a barracks.
It's not a bordello.
[Geese Squawk]
- Morning, boy. - Morning, sir.
Ah, Doctor.
Morning, sir.
I understand you have two cases
of, uh, self-inflicted wounds.
Yes, sir, we do.
Get them out of here.
Sir, one has developed a very serious infection.
I don't care if he dies.
Get him someplace but out of here.
He doesn't belong with men wounded in battle.
- Yes, sir. - One more thing.
There'll be no battle fatigue in my command.
- That's an order. - Yes, sir.
Battle fatigue is a free ride,
a yellow-belly's ticket to the hospital.
I'm not going to subsidize cowardice.
Yes, sir.
Uh, Doctor...
where's your helmet?
I don't wear a helmet when I'm in the hospital, General.
Start.
I can't use my stethoscope when I'm wearing my helmet.
Well...
then cut two holes in your helmet
so that you can.
And get those yellow-bellies
out of here... today.
Hold it.
Turn right here.
Sir, the battlefield is straight ahead.
Please don't argue with me.
I can smell a battlefield.
He was here just yesterday.
It's over there. Turn right, damn it.
It was here.
The battlefield was here.
The Carthaginians defending the city...
were attacked by three Roman legions.
The Carthaginians were proud and brave,
but they couldn't hold.
They were massacred.
Arab women...
stripped them of their tunics
and their swords and lances.
The soldiers lay naked in the sun.
2,000 years ago.
I was here.
You don't believe me, do you, Brad?
You know what the poet said.
"Through the travail of ages...
amidst the pomp and toils of war...
have I fought and strove and perished...
countless times upon the star.
As if through a glass and darkly...
the age-old strife I see...
where I fought in many guises, many names...
but always me."
You know who the poet was?
Me.
There's an opportunity here now,
for us to mount an offensive.
We've concentrated on harassing the enemy's flank,
draw strength away from the British.
However, it appears now,
that we could split the Afrika Korps
and drive through Rommel to the sea.
Sorry, Mel, but that territory's been reserved
for General Sir Bernard Law Montgomery.
We're supposed to let him win
no matter how long it takes him.
They're entitled to have their hero.
After all, Montgomery did push Rommel
clear across North Africa.
What about the Americans?
Don't they... need a hero, too?
You have anybody in mind, George?
Excuse me, sir.
Air Vice-Marshal Coningham is here with General Buford.
Excuse me, gentlemen, while I ask our British friends
what's happened to our air cover.
Round one coming up.
Harry, how are you?
George, good to see you.
Uh, George, you know Arthur Coningham?
- Sure. - Delighted to see you, General.
I've heard so much about you.
Gentlemen, it appears there's been
some slight misunderstanding here,
and Ike thought we ought to get it straightened it out.
No. No misunderstanding.
We're supposed to have Allied air cover,
and we don't get it.
German planes are strafing my troops.
If I may say so, General,
I'm afraid your operations reports are inaccurate.
Reports?
The Krauts chased my command car into a ditch.
My staff has assured me we have complete air supremacy
everywhere in the Mediterranean.
When I complained about lack of air cover,
you said our troops were not battle-worthy.
You spoke of the, uh, discredited practice
of using air force as an alibi
for lack of success on the ground.
It's bad enough I have to wet-nurse Montgomery.
I don't have to stand for that.
I sincerely apologize for that remark...
whoever made it...
and I promise you one thing, General.
You will see no more German planes.
You were discussing air supremacy, Sir Arthur?
Damn door won't open!
By God, by God, that's enough!
Get that thing out of here!
Come on, you bastards!
Take a shot at me, right in the nose!
Get back in here, George!
We need a corps commander,
not a casualty!
How the devil did you manage to stage that?
I don't know.
If I could find the Nazi sons of bitches
flying those things,
I'd give them each a medal.
Can't get over how cold it gets in the desert.
Awfully cold, sir.
Rommel's out there somewhere waiting for me.
Yes, sir.
You know...
if I had my way,
I'd send that genius son of a bitch...
an engraved invitation in iambic pentameter.
A challenge in two stanzas
to meet me out there, alone in the desert.
I'll deliver it.
Rommel in his tank and me in mine.
We'd stop about 20 paces.
We'd get out and shake hands.
Then we'd button up and we'd do battle,
just the two of us.
And that battle would decide
the outcome of the war.
It's too bad jousting's gone out of style.
It's like your poetry, General.
It isn't part of the twentieth century.
Maybe you're right, Dick.
The world grew up.
Hell of a shame.
Dick, I want a 24-hour guard
put around this area.
The damn Arabs will dig them up
just to get their clothes.
Yes, sir.
Our graves aren't going to disappear
like everybody else's who fought here.
The Greeks, the Romans...
the Carthaginians.
God, how I hate the twentieth century.
General?
What is it?
Sir, we intercepted a German radio message.
Rommel's 10th Panzer is going to hit us near El Guettar.
Rommel, huh?
[Mule Brays]
All my life...
I've wanted to lead a lot of men
in a desperate battle.
Now I'm going to do it.
Look.
[Rumbling]
Battalion strength, at least.
They haven't spotted our positions yet.
They'll get an education in about 10 seconds.
Wait'll they get a dose of that artillery fire.
Commence firing. Fire at will.
[Artillery Fire]
A hell of a waste of fine infantry.
Get General Bradley on the radio.
Yes, sir.
Sir, I can't raise him.
Get over there, Dick. Tell them to hit them hard on their right flank.
We'll hold them by the nose and kick them in the ass. Go on!
Put him in my car.
Rommel...
you magnificent bastard, I read your book!
[Patton] Captain Richard N. Jenson
was a fine boy,
loyal, unselfish, and efficient.
I am terribly sorry.
There are no coffins here since there's no wood.
We will have a trumpeter and an honor guard,
but we will not fire the volleys,
as it would make people think an air raid was on.
I enclosed a lock of Dick's hair
in a letter to his mother.
He was a fine man and a fine officer,
and he had no vices.
I shall miss him a lot.
I can't see the reasons such fine young men get killed.
There are so many battles yet to fight.
[Commentator] Battle weary but victorious,
American G.I. S and Tommies of the British 8th Army
meet in an Allied victory celebration
at Wadi Akarit in North Africa.
For the first time in this war,
Broadway and Piccadilly join hands.
Meanwhile, General Montgomery, hero of El-Alamein,
continues to lead his veteran
and victorious British 8th Army
in a relentless drive
against Rommel's vaunted Afrika Korps.
General Bradley's done a tremendous job
with 2nd Corps.
He's moved into Bizerte
and taken over 41,000 prisoners.
Good, very good.
You're not surprised, are you, General?
After all, you trained that outfit.
Uh, excuse me, General.
Hmm?
Sir, this is interesting.
We've discovered Rommel wasn't present at El Guettar.
Who says so?
G-2, sir.
Are they telling me that when we took on 10th Panzer,
Rommel was in Berlin with an earache?
Severe nasal diphtheria, sir.
G-2 also reports that Hitler probably retained Rommel in Berlin
'cause things were going badly for the Afrika Korps.
He didn't want his favorite general to lose face.
Well, I'm my favorite general.
I don't like some second-stringer being up against me.
Then I lose face.
Who the hell are you anyway?
General,
this is Lieutenant Colonel Codman,
your new aide.
I pulled your name off the list because I know your family.
I'm glad you did, sir.
Rommel is the best the Krauts have.
I kicked the hell out of him.
Now G-2 tells me he wasn't even there.
But, General,
he undoubtedly planned the German battle.
If you defeat Rommel's plan,
you've defeated Rommel.
Isn't that true, sir?
Codman.
- Have a drink with me tonight. - Yes, sir.
I have a plan for the invasion of Sicily.
I want to make sure I get it approved.
You can help me.
I want to give a dinner for General Alexander,
get to him before Montgomery does.
This will be strictly a formal affair,
but, uh, purely social.
By that, I mean, um, purely political.
Yes, sir.
I want the finest food, the best wine available,
everything comme il faut.
Entendu, mon Général.
Quelque chose de vraiment spécial.
A va sans dire.
Qui aimeriez-vous inviter?
Le Maréchal Alexander
et son Chef D'état-major, peut-être Taylor.
Pas trop de monde, plutot intime, d'accord?
D'accord, mon Général.
Oh, thank you.
George, this is a really splendid wine.
Thank you.
I think it was Alcibiades
in the Peloponnesian War, 415 B.C.,
he said if Siracusa falls,
all Sicily falls, and then Italy.
He knew, you see,
that Syracuse was the jugular of the island,
and old Alcibiades always went for the throat.
I propose to take Sicily in the same way.
I think the old man has them in his pocket.
According to my plan,
General Montgomery will land here.
I'll hit the beaches here, take Palermo.
Monty will drive north, along the coast road.
I'll come due east, take Messina,
and cut off the German escape route.
Yes... Well, it looks like
an interesting plan, George.
Well, gentlemen, to the conquest of Sicily.
To the conquest of Sicily.
[All] To Sicily!
George, you'd have made
a great marshal for Napoleon
if you'd lived in the eighteenth century.
Oh, but I did, Sir Harold.
I did.
Morning. Is General Smith in?
I believe he's in the lavatory.
Thank you.
Ah. There you are, Bedell.
Monty.
Bedell...
I've been giving a good bit of thought
to the Sicily operation.
I, uh, I assume we're alone.
You know, Georgie Patton's
already discussed his plan with Alexander.
I realize that, but I have an idea
that his plan may lead to an absolute disaster.
Oh?
Bedell, look.
This is Sicily.
Now, then,
according to Patton's plan,
I would attack Syracuse here,
and he would attack Palermo up here.
Obviously, our forces would be divided.
And, just as obviously,
they could be chopped up piecemeal.
Now, then, what I propose...
and what I shall insist on, by the way...
is this.
[Blowing]
I will land at Syracuse, as planned.
The Americans...
the Americans will land here at Gela.
I will advance north to Messina,
the Americans protecting my flank.
After all, Messina is the key.
It's the reason for invading Sicily.
I'll discuss your plan with Ike.
I'm sure he'll give it serious consideration.
- Amusing, isn't it? - What?
That the final plans for the invasion of Sicily
should have been put forward in an Algerian lavatory.
George, I've bad news for you about your Sicily plan.
Ike has turned it down.
He feels that since the Italians
will be defending their native soil
for the first time
and since the German resistance is stiffening,
our forces shouldn't be divided.
Where do my people land, then?
In the Gulf of Gela.
What for? There's only a beach there.
But it puts you in a good position
to support Montgomery.
And, uh, where does Montgomery land?
Well, he'll land at Syracuse
and drive north to Catania, possibly even Messina.
And you'll be alongside, protecting his left.
I see.
In other words, we get the burden again
while good old Monty gets the glory.
Ike had to consider all points of view.
He made his decision not as an American
but as an Ally.
Had it been the other way around,
I assure you, Monty would protest.
You know, I've... been in the army 30 years.
When I get an order, I say, "Yes, sir,"
and I do my damnedest to carry it out.
But...
this is what happens
when your commander stops being an American
and starts... being an Ally.
I haven't made myself clear, sir.
Montgomery met tough resistance at Catania.
However...
Perfectly clear.
Old Monty is as stuck as a bug on flypaper.
But this order from General Alexander
directs you to give up the Baucina road
to Montgomery.
[Mocking British Accent] Then Bradley will have to
slug his way up the center of the island
over those tough mountain roads.
Yes, sir.
Messina, Bill.
Messina!
That's the heart of it.
If they followed my plan,
I'd have cut off the retreat
of every goddamn German on this island!
Know what I'll do?
First, go to Palermo,
then beat that limey son of a bitch
if it's the last thing I do!
What's all this talk about taking
the Baucina road away from 2nd Corps?
General Alexander's orders.
The road goes to Montgomery.
That road was assigned to me.
How can I go north without it?
I'm sorry, Brad,
but Monty's run into tough opposition,
very tough.
Now, you wouldn't be taking advantage
of this situation, would you, George?
What are you talking about?
Without that road,
your whole army would be out of a job.
Free to enter Palermo.
I didn't say anything about Palermo.
I can read a map.
Does Alexander know you've pushed this far?
That's a reconnaissance in force.
George,
I've got to slug it out over those mountains
with heavy resistance
just so you can make a bigger splash than Monty?
General, I just follow my orders,
like the simple old soldier I am.
General.
Sir, General Alexander's heard we're moving west.
He says here, "Stop immediately,
go no farther than Agrigento.
Repeat, stop immediately."
That's what you think it says.
I think it was garbled in transmission.
Ask them to retransmit the message.
That will take half a day.
Yes, sir.
Well, Brad...
where were we?
We were talking about a simple... old soldier.
Look at that, gentlemen.
Compared to war,
all other forms of human endeavor
shrink to insignificance.
Let's go, son. Move out.
Give me that helmet.
Come on. Let's get out of here.
What silly son of a bitch
is in charge of this operation?
I don't know,
but they ought to hang him.
Good afternoon, Padre.
These gentlemen are from the States
looking over our program for the men's spiritual welfare.
We'll take you into Palermo.
The colonel showed us around your quarters,
and I saw a Bible by your bed.
You actually find time to read it?
I sure do.
Every goddamn day.
Sir, Patton's taken Palermo.
Damn!
[Cheering]
Palermo is history's most conquered city.
First the Phoenicians, the Romans,
the Carthaginians, Byzantines,
then came the Arabs, Spaniards, Neapolitans.
Now comes the American army.
This is from General Alexander, sir,
reminding you not to take Palermo.
Send him a message.
Ask if he wants me to give it back.
Let me ask you a question.
You've come from Washington.
How do they feel about us taking Palermo?
The general impression is
your 7 th Army barreled through token resistance
while Montgomery faced the brunt of the fighting.
We took on the Hermann Goering division,
toughest outfit in the German army.
People are curious
about your pearl-handled revolvers.
They're ivory.
Only a pimp from a cheap New Orleans whorehouse
would carry a pearl-handled pistol.
What about your language?
It's loud and dirty. That way they'll remember it.
What do your troops feel about that?
I want them to fight for me, not love me.
Ernie Pyle says you have a secret weapon...
General Bradley, the G.I. General.
That's what Ernie calls him.
Omar Bradley's no secret. He's a damn fine commander.
What's your feeling about Montgomery?
He's the best general the English have,
but he seems more concerned with not losing than winning.
He's not aggressive enough,
is that correct?
Boys, I've been getting into trouble lately.
Yesterday, the inspector general's office
told me my Italian prisoners didn't have enough latrines.
Hell, they didn't know what a damn latrine was
till I showed them.
If I've said anything too critical
about my distinguished British colleague,
let's just forget it.
I'll tell you one thing, though, off the record.
I'm going to beat that... gentleman to Messina.
Ah, Freddie.
This madman Patton's saying he'll save our skins
by taking Messina.
This report might interest you.
Here I am, in these bloody marshes,
fighting malaria as well as the Germans,
while he's taking Palermo and getting all the glory.
Ah. Well.
Now he's up against three good German divisions,
and he's stuck for a change.
He's not going to get Messina.
That's reserved for the British 8th Army and me.
Time for a move, Lucian.
Allen's first division's bogged down east ofTorino.
You're bogged down on the coast road.
We need another end run to break things loose.
Ah. Lucian, how's my fighter?
Fine, George.
Come in. Come in.
We need another one
of your amphibious specialties.
Lucian, I want you to send
a reinforced battalion by sea
to land at Brolo behind the Kraut lines.
General Bradley says
you want me to tie this in
with a land-based attack.
A coordinated attack on the 11 th.
I don't think that's possible.
It's only 15, 20 miles.
General, my boys have been fighting
and dying for yards.
Well, kick a few butts if you have to.
Lucian, I recommended you
for your DSM on your last promotion.
I know what you can do
when you put your mind to it.
Excuse me, sir.
I'm sorry, but I can't do the impossible.
You're too old an athlete
to think you can postpone a match already scheduled.
You know yourself matches sometimes are postponed.
If we can't back them up by land,
it could be a disaster.
Those men might get cut to pieces.
What's wrong with you two?
All we're talking about is not rushing in until we're ready.
- Give them an extra day. - Just one more day.
The landing is on.
We're going to Messina.
We're going to get there before Montgomery does.
What's so important about that?
General Truscott,
if your conscience will not permit you
to conduct this operation,
I'll relieve you and find somebody who can.
General, it's your privilege
to relieve me anytime you want to.
Well, this match will not be postponed.
Do you have any questions?
No, sir.
You're a very good man, Lucian.
You want to guard against being too conservative.
Remember what Frederick the Great said...
"L 'audace, I'audace, toujours I'audace."
Go on. Have a drink.
Excuse me, sir. I won't be drinking
for the next couple of days.
If anything happens to those men,
I'd like to be there with them.
Well, you're not going, so forget about it.
You believe Truscott's right, huh?
No.
But I do know you're gambling
with the lives of those boys
just so you can beat Montgomery into Messina.
If you succeed, you're a big hero.
But if you don't, what happens to them...
the ordinary combat soldier?
He doesn't share in your dreams of glory.
He's stuck here...
stuck living day to day,
with death tugging at his elbow.
There's one big difference
between you and me, George.
I do this job
because I've been trained to do it.
You do it because...
you love it.
Those men on the beach are catching hell.
Truscott's men are doing their best,
but we have no replacements for them.
We can't break through to the coast.
I'm going down there myself.
Colonel!
How in the hell did he get over there?
What are you waiting for?
Looking for a place to ford, General.
I sent out a patrol to reconnoiter.
I've already done that.
This sewer's only 3 feet deep.
Get moving, or you'll be out of a job.
And put that helmet on!
Yes, sir!
Move it! Let's go!
What's holding up this column?
I don't know, sir.
Planes!
Come on! Move it!
Pull up over there.
[Arguing In Italian]
- What's going on here? - It's these mules! Jackasses!
You let a column get stalled and strafed because of jackasses?
What the hell's the matter with you?
[Gunshot]
No. No.
[Gunshots]
Dump them over the side and clear this bridge!