Thanks.
Bring on the hell.
Here come the guns!
- What are you doing? - My gun's stuck! Fuck!
Horne?
Christ!
Steady! Hold it!
Hold it!
Can't shoot me.
- Too fucking many of them! - Hold it!
- They're awfully close, Sergeant. - Steady!
Mon tabernac!
Steady!
Steady.!
You fuck, fucking, fuckers...
Come on, come on...
NOW!
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
They're fucking on top of us!
Hey, we're up! We're up!
Allez, allez, allez!
I sent you a support company: sixty men.
You pulled out a whole fucking battalion? Jesus Christ!
Sir. Sixty men? It's impossible.
They'll be overrun. Then we'll be overrun. We have to withdraw!
We don't withdraw a fucking inch!
We don't give ground, we don't lose an objective...
...and we don't give up a single gun!
But, Colonel, if the enemy breaks through, we'll be in danger!
Lieutenant Hanson, you're acting 2lC.
Let's go.
Here we go.
Come on!
Goddamnit! The whole battalion!
- When do you want this for, sir? - NOW!
Every last one of them! Get them in there now!
All eyes here! They're piling up out there.
So all personnel not immediately engaged report outside for triage.
Shoot!
Goddamnit!
Shoot the goddamn rifle!
Form up!
Form up! Let's move!
Hold the line! Hold that line!
They're turning. Up and down the line.
Yeah, they'll be back. Load up.
Reload! Reload!
Reload!
- Sound off! Miles? - Dead.
- Cahill? - Dead.
- Horne? - Really dead.
Mann?
David Mann?
- Nein, nein. - Deutsch?
Artillerie!
Jeez...
What are you doing, Mikey?
- Cover fire! - Cover fire!
Come on. Come on.
Get your asses moving!
- Set him down. - Set him down.
You're okay.
- You made it. You're okay. - Hey, they're forming up!
Give me some morphine.
- Can't get any fucking relief? - Sarge, here.
- You need some water. - Anybody got ammunition?
- I'm out. - Spent.
Ah, here they come again!
- We need some relief! - Damn it!
- 8th Battalion! They're here! - Here comes the relief!
The whole goddamn battalion's here!
Stretcher-bearers! Both these men!
Battalion's in line, sir, and the line is holding.
Objectives are secure.
Aid posts reporting still more wounded en route,
...so let's make room for 'em.
We did it, by the way. We took Passchendaele.
Nurse, I need an assessment over there.
He's okay.
David's okay.
Look at you.
Yeah, look at me,
...all broken up like this.
I think maybe you're forgetting the rule.
Mm-hm.
No, I'm just trying to finish that picture.
But I don't think I'm all that good at these pictures, so...
...maybe, maybe this man could just write to her?
And will he?
Yes, Sarah. He will.
He'll sit at this little table...
And what he'll write is...
"In this picture, there is a river
"and there is a horse
"and there is a man sitting that horse
...and together they ford that river. "
And all these things are in the Foothills.
I think you're forgetting the rule.
No, I'm gonna cross that river.
Michael, don't...
'Cause I have you...
Mike...
After the guns are silent
After your wounds have healed
After those crosses
Have been planted in all those fields
After that long boat ride
All the way across the sea
And after this train
Carries me
I will love you
After the war
Love you
For always
Forever more
I will love you
After the war
Forever
For always
And more
After your boots dry
And the tobacco's
All but gone
Along with all those postcards
You've carried
Under your arm
After I remember
All the words I couldn't say
And after this long night
Fades away
I will love you
After the war
I love you
For always
Forever more
I will love you
After the war
Forever
For always
And more
After this blackbird
Lifts up
From off your chest
And after your soul
Takes its final rest
My love, I forgive you
You never planned to die
And love, I'll place two pennies
Over your eyes
I will love you
After the war
I love you
For always
Forever more
I will love you
After the war
Forever
For always
And more