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DURING THE FIRST WORLD WAR

PORTUGAL SENT MORE THAN 75,000
SOLDIERS TO FLANDERS.

AN?BAL AUGUSTO MILHAIS
WAS ONE OF THEM.

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9TH APRIL 1918
BATTLE OF THE LYS

On your left.

Milhais!

Father.

Father!

SOLDADO MILH?ES (PRIVATE MILH?ES)

APRIL 1943

This is Portugal's finest hour,
believe me.

All they want is trouble.
They'd have a civil war right here,

just like Spain with those communists.
I say let them be.

Well, Dona Teresa?
Where is your husband?



He's putting on his medals,
Mayor.

If that's what he's up to, fine.

He won't be long, don't worry.

That's all we need.
Today is his day.

He knows.
And it is truly an honour knowing

how thankful you are for what
my An?bal has done for our country.

All I'm saying is
he shouldn't be the last one here.

He won't get lost.

Great.

Father? Father!

Over here!
Father!

Was it a wild boar?

A wolf.

- Is it close, father?
- It isn't far.

Hi.

Bloody hell, man!

- Where have you been?
- I'm sorry, Mayor.

Take a look around.
This is all for you!

Not even Sarah Bernhardt left this many
people waiting when she came to Lisbon.

I beg your pardon?

Where are your medals?

They weren't polished.

What are you on about?
They weren't polished? But?

You must show your medals
on these occasions, man!

Without them you are not
Private Milh?es.

You are just Milhais.
Do you understand?

They weigh me down, Mayor.

Very well!

Ladies and gentlemen,
thank you for coming.

Let the ceremony begin.

Today, Mur?a pays tribute...

...to its most illustrious son,

An?bal Milhais.

A patriot who has been awarded
Portugal's highest honours.

From now on, the village where

our brave soldier was born
shall be named not merely Valongo,

but

Valongo de Milhais!

Well done!
Hurrah!

MAY 1917

Nobody move!
Keep your asses on the floor.

I can't feel my legs anymore.

Stretch out, mate.

Why won't they stop?
Where is this war anyway?

Almonds?

I brought you these keepsakes
to remember me by.

They will protect you.

Open them on the way.

I don't even know why
we need to go all the way to Flanders.

Apparently, if we want to shoot something
we can stay right here.

I said nobody
look out the window!

Try to get some sleep, for
tomorrow we sail for France.

- Game over!
- Tomorrow, sir?

Tomorrow or whenever it is!
Why? Who said that?

- I did, sir.
- Are you in a hurry to kill some Krauts?

It must be more exciting
than this, sir.

Don't worry,
the CEP isn't going anywhere.

We are just waiting to see if
our government needs help

taking care of some
unpatriotic Lisboners.

Nighty-night, mademoiselles.

I won't be long, Adelaide.
The bastard isn't far.

You stay home
until I get back.

Then can we go to the party?

Yes, but first you must do
what your mother told you.

- Promise?
- Promise?!

I already said yes!

Milh?es!

Can you hear me?

Step around to the front.
You, get up and get behind them.

Yes, sir.

Go on, sit.

Thanks.

You don't need to toss the cigarette.

- You can smoke.
- Thank you, sir.

Nothing goes to waste
in the trenches, you hear me?

Yes, sir.

Where are you from?

Tramagal, sir.
Private Francisco Malha-Vacas.

Malha-Vacas (=Cow-Banger)?

You miserable bastard.

At ease!

What do you do?
Are you a stockman?

A cooper, sir.

The roulement is very simple!

Six days up there
in the front line.

Six days over here
in the support line.

Six days in the reserve line

and six days of rest
back in the villages.

- Is that clear?
- Yes, sir!

You are here
to defend your country.

Prior to being men,
you are Portuguese.

- Understood?
- Yes, sir!

We're all going to die here.

They've sent us to the slaughter.

We have machine guns and
rifles to defend ourselves.

They'll only kill me if I let them,
I'll always shoot first.

Do you want to die in
your first five minutes of war?

- No, sir.
- Where are you from?

Mur?a, sir.

- Name?
- Milhais, sir!

You'll die tomorrow with the rest of us!

Or do you think you're better
than everyone else?

- No, sir.
- Sit down.

Nighty-night, mademoiselles.

First lesson of the
front line.

You can only count
on each other.

You know what CEP means,
don't you?

No.

Portuguese Export Charcuterie.

What are you doing here, Adelaide?

I followed you.

Is that so? You'll learn to obey me
even if I have to use the belt!

- You never take me hunting.
- Do you think you're like your brothers?

I'm a better hunter.

Are we going back?

The village is still far.

We'd better take this path
and cross the hills around this side.

- You stay close to me, you hear me?
- Yes, father.

What are we hunting?

Whatever gets in our way.

Chestnuts?

Yes, we'll hunt every chestnut with
its head sticking out.

Our teacher says there's another war.

Yes, but we're not fighting this one.

My brothers can't be heroes, then?

War has no heroes, Adelaide.

I was never a hero.

I was just like everyone else.

On your feet! In position!

On your feet!
In position!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

- Together!
- Until the bloody end!

On your right!

Over the top!

Fire at will!

You never fucking learn!

Can you handle that baby?

Yes, sir!

Mur?a, meet Miss Lu?sa (=Lewis)!
Miss Lu?sa, Mur?a!

You!
You'll be the loader!

15th Infantry!
Together!

Luisinha, Krauts!
Krauts, Luisinha!

I know what this is!

- It's a...
- Wolftrap.

It's a wolf house.

It's meant to catch them.

How does the trap kill the wolf?

With rocks?

The wolf is forced this way
and left with nowhere to run.

- Is this how you're going to catch it?
- We need bait.

A little sheep down there
to lure the son of a bitch.

An Adelaide.

I would run!

Is that so?
How?

Through there and there,
then there and out.

Come along.

Wolf-killer!

How far are we?

How do you know
where we're heading?

We're heading where the wolf tells us to.

Do you see this?

This is the North side.
North is that way,

Mur?a is down there and
the village is over there.

Father...

Were you angry because of the plaque?

That's not it, love.

If they did it for me they should do the
same for every other l?zudo (=soldier).

I'd like to see that.

Can you imagine?
Every soldier from Vila Real and Porto?

No way.

"Lanudo!"

L?zudo!
The soldier is an ornament,

a badge for politicians to show around
whenever they want!

A few years ago they paraded me through
Lisbon and Porto like a circus animal!

It's always the same?

Every anniversary of the Lys
is the same fucking thing!

Brass bands, gentry parades,
but the soldier is always forgotten.

Adelaide!

Did you pray a lot in the war?

Why are you asking me
all these things about the war?

Because you never tell me anything!

I know all about it, anyway.

You do?

An?bal Augusto Milhais,
born on 9th July 1895 in Valongo.

Or rather Valongo de Milhais!

Farmhand.
Enlisted on 13th May 1916.

Taken to France on
23rd May 1917.

15th Infantry Regiment
of the PEP.

CEP!

That.

And how do you know all this?

I read your service records.
Ten times.

Do you want to see a treasure, love?

- Is it gold?
- You can't put a price on it, Adelaide.

"I give you my heart
and the key to unlock it.

I am left with nothing else to give

nor you to ask of me."

Your mother asked your godmother to write
the words and then she embroidered them.

The Virgin watched over me in France.
I promised Her this if I came back alive.

Can I keep it?

Sure.

I kept my promise.

- Malha-Vacas!
- What?

- How about a cup of coffee?
- You know it!

But without sarrabulho first
it just isn't the same.

It could be worse.

That's it, Mur?a, well done!
Protect your baby.

Trench clown.

- I bet that this was the last strike!
- Why?

Yesterday and the day before the Krauts
ceased firing at a quarter to four.

- What time is it?
- A quarter to four.

Do you want to bet a French girl?

There, it's over!

Give Luisinha to me.

I don't feel a thing. This should hurt?
Why don't I feel anything?

Are you all right? Do you feel okay?
Look at me, are you okay?

I need stretcher-bearers, now!

Stretcher-bearers!

Are you alive?

Malha-Vacas!

Malha-Vacas!

We'll never make it out alive!

Shut up!

We'll never make it out alive!
Penacova almost died and now me!

Pull yourself together!

Listen, we made a?*
Listen to me!

We made a pact! Either we both
make it or none of us does, you hear me?

Do you hear me?!

Do you hear me?!

Father!

Father!

Father!

The Germans are right there.

The Germans are right there,
let's surrender!

- Get down, you'll kill us all!
- I don't care, let me go!

I'll shoot him!

You'll live to see another day!

I wasn't on kitchen duty today,
so you get a free pass.

- Get on with the soup, Sacav?m.
- Hold the soup.

At ease.

Tomorrow at zero seven hundred hours

Private Ferreira de Almeida
of the 23rd Infantry

will be executed

and I've been asked to choose
a man from this company.

Any volunteers?

What for, sir?

For the firing squad.

Huh?

Very well.

- Get out of the way.
- Yes, sir.

- Pour!
- Yes, sir.

Ready!

Aim!

Fire!

Father!

Great!

Are you alive?

Where's my shotgun?

Easy, love.
Easy!

You can't do it like that
or I'll end up down there.

What's wrong?

I'm the one who fell.

It was all my fault!

- What?
- You fell because of me.

- Because I followed you.
- Don't even say that.

We're getting out of this.
We're getting out of this together.

Just promise me one thing.

If I fall asleep, wake me.

What if you don't wake up?

If I don't wake up
don't worry, love.

It means I need
to rest for a while.

We've mother's handkerchief
to protect us.

It'll help us both
as it helped me in the war.

Hey mate!
Mind if I bum a cigarette? Thanks.

It's my last one.

- I thought she was Maria.
- Maria? My mother's name is Maria.

- What's up?!
- If it isn't loudmouth!

I thought you'd suspend the war for me.

They said it wasn't serious
yet you spent three weeks in the hospital.

- One. I was detained for two weeks.
- What happened?

The lieutenant caught me
snogging some mademoiselles.

- I tried to give him the slip?
- Did you tell him she was your cousin?

My wartime godmother,
but he didn't believe me.

The more I lied the more he...

Anyway, it was worth it, boys.

Je have learned more French
than there is in the pas compris?

What does that mean?

And they've learned
two new words.

- Such as?
- "Stop that".

- Is it far?
- It must be behind this wall.

Move to the rear
where you belong, hotshots!

Malha.

Come here and
let me teach you a few tricks.

Are you trying to get back to prison?

I was trying to figure out if they're
Portuguese or mademoiselles.

- Mademoiselles are better.
- Why?

They're livelier.

Compris?

What the hell is pas compris?

Now, you tell the French bonjour.

The Krauts can
go fuck themselves.

When you don't understand what someone
is saying, you say pas compris.

It's the language of the trenches.

There are lads here from
all over the world, right?

To the Tommies you say hello.

- What does that mean?
- It means good morning!

And that is the pas compris?
Pas compris?

Jesus!
Are you even listening?

Pas compris is when neither you
nor the mec understand each other,

because that's what the Frenchies say.
Learn some Portuguese!

Take a look at his moustache!
It's just like Mur?a's!

"Moustache" over there is like Penacova,
he always gets the girl.

Get out! Get out!

- Get out!
- Help!

Malha-Vacas, come on!
Come on!

Let me go! Let me stay here!
Please let me go!

Let me go!

Just leave me behind!

So, Milhais?

You almost didn't make it, huh?

Will I ever get better, Dr?

A few more days and you're on your feet.

Some people from my village

had the Spanish flu
and I feel just like them.

You'll be fine.
Nurse?

And Malha-Vacas?
Is he going to make it?

- Is he in your regiment?
- Yes.

I tried to get him out,
but I couldn't see shit.

I'm sorry, Dr.
My brothers in arms

are very rude and
I have become like them.

In the hospital you can say "shit" in
front of the officers, it's all right.

Nurse?

How bad is he?

From the gas, he's
the same as you.

From everything else,
God only knows.

We call it melancholy.

What's that?

It's a fancy word to say
you're "homesick".

- Feel better.
- Thank you, Dr.

Does it smell of gas?

It can't be my pyjamas.
This shit is embedded in the skin.

You should get some sleep, Malha-Vacas.

Please don't tell me what to do.

What good will it do?
I'll still be here when I wake up.

- Where else would you be?
- Where else would I be?

I don't know!

Far away from here.

I wish I could wake up at home.

Sometimes I realise I'm still here.

Other times I don't really know.

I see the river Tagus...

massive.

And I feel at home.

But then the water turns
into dirt and I drown.

I'm on this road...

but it's endless.

I feel that if I just keep walking
I'm going to see Teresa.

I miss her so much...

But then the trees
start closing in,

they start rocking me and
I just want to sleep.

Except I can't sleep,
I must keep walking.

Are we losing our minds?

- Can I come in, Dr?
- Certainly.

How are you, Milhais?
Feeling better?

Yes Dr, thank you.

If you're looking for your friend,
he's already been discharged.

Has he gone back to the front?

I tried to send him to the rearguard
for a while, but he wouldn't have it.

Do you know what these are?

After years of studying medicine
do you know what I've been asked to do?

Censor the soldiers' letters.

You mean crossing out words?

Would you sit down for a minute?

With your permission.

Some of these letters
are deeply moving, you know?

But, unfortunately, others mention
the names of the places they pass

or identify foreign regiments
and towns, I mean...

We can't have that, can we?

Do you write home, Milhais?

Not me, Dr.

You should. It'd be good for you.

I don't know.

Don't you know what to say?

I can't write.

- Do you have a girlfriend or a wife?
- Yes.

Well then, man!
You must write.

You can't keep them
not hearing from you.

I'll tell you what, you tell me
what to say and I'll write it.

What for, Dr?
She can't read anyway.

She can ask the priest or the doctor,
she'll manage.

You're getting me in trouble,
I've got nothing to say.

Do you miss her?

Yes.

See?

There's your topic
for the first five lines.

But I can't tell anyone
what's going on here.

Indeed!
You know I'll censor you immediately.

So, how should I begin?

- What's her name?
- Teresa.

"My darling Teresa,

I don't want you to worry, for I am well.

Writing this letter
is Dr Jaime Cortes?o,

who was kind enough
to waste his time on me.

Hey Milhais, Milhais.
What are you up to?

The same as you, lumphead!

I've been in the war for a year now,
but it feels like forever.

There are no heroes here,
only men doing their best to survive.

We laugh together to stave off fear but
it still sneaks up on us like a wolf.

This is for you.

It creeps into the body like gas.

I must kill this wolf
before it kills me.

- Run, run to your right!
- To your right!

You are the reason I survive.

There are days when I think of you
and of being back home,

but sometimes merciless bombs
make the whole earth shake.

If I could write about the ocean?

Now all I see is endless land?
Every blast keeps me further away.

Always believe in our love.

Pray for me,
nothing else can save me now.

- Jump! Jump!
- Get the hell out, get out!

I'll do all I can to go back home.

I am always watching over you
as your handkerchief and

Our Lady of Vale da Veiga
are watching over me.

I kiss your hands.
Yours forever, An?bal.

You've only brought one?!
One?!

What is going on here?!

Is this another mutiny?

Don't tell me the mademoiselles
of the 15th don't like what they're given?

- Sir?
- Yes, private?!

They've been promising us new uniforms
since Christmas and this is all we got.

- How many?
- One!

Give it to me.

This is all there is!

We've got food,
rum and ammunition.

We are lucky men!

So, enough of this shit or you'll have
to deal with me, is that clear?!

Yes, sir!

- Is that clear?!
- Yes, sir!

Who wants this uniform?

Knock yourself out!

And now, if you gentlemen
think it would be pertinent,

we shall resume the war
with the Krauts.

- Shall we?
- Yes, sir!

Fall in!

At ease!

My mother sold my baby goat.
She must have needed the money.

When hunger strikes?

I think my wife is keeping
a secret from me.

Her letters are
filled with clues.

What about?

I don't know, but?
What if she's pregnant?

What if I never go back?
I'll never get to know my child.

I know damn well how much I owe
my mother, so I can't stay mad.

- But it's still a pity?
- Look at Malha-Vacas, all cleaned up!

You can marry now, but make sure you look
under her skirt first, lest she be a Scot.

All I wish to say is:

Au revoir.

Goodbye.

If you're out exploring,
bring us a frankfurter.

Don't get dirty.

It still hurts...

It hurts coming home and not having
the baby goat eating from my hand.

Malha-Vacas!

We were supposed to go back together.

We were supposed to go back together!

Together...

Adelaide!

Adelaide!

Adelaide!

Wow!
New duds?

Do you have one in green, hotshot?
It suits me better.

Attention!

Proceed with the distribution, man!

Boys, I have some good news!

At ease.

Boys,

we are finally being relieved.

At ease doesn't mean at will!

The British Command will relieve
the Portuguese troops,

which means we will finally march towards
a good stew and a glass of red wine.

Proceed with the distribution!

One more month and there wouldn't be
any Portuguese Export Charcuterie.

You heard nothing

Did you hear what the Captain said, Mur?a?

Mark my words, this war
will end while

we're canned up
in the rearguard.

What's wrong?

Having a new uniform is like wearing your
Sunday clothes, you have to stay clean.

Mur?a?

- What?
- What are you doing tonight?

I'll be asleep.

Huit Maisons is nice.
You can't even smell the Germans.

Let's go find
some French girls

and see if they have beaucoup
of desire to go dancing.

What now?

It's the Krauts' good morning salute.

Fall in!
You have five seconds to fall in!

Two lines, fall in!

It's a Kraut offensive.
And a big one.

We have to go back
to the front.

Mademoiselles, march!

9TH APRIL 1918
BATTLE OF THE LYS

We've never been hit
with so many heavy mortars!

Will this war ever end?

I don't think so.

- Can you feel the earth shaking?
- 15th Infantry...

15th Infantry! Stand by!
The offensive isn't over!

Check your ammunition!
Find out what's wrong with him!

All together now!

Check all ammunition!

Take these almonds,

they're left over from Easter.

Stand by! Check ammunition!
Stand by!

Check ammunition!
Defence positions!

Yes, sir!

Eyes on the line!

Stand by!
15th Infantry, all together now!

What are you waiting for?!
All together now!

In front of me!
Come on!

- Yes, sir!
- I want that man out of here!

What are you waiting for?!

Are you even listening?

I don't care.
If Malha-Vacas is dead, I'll die too.

Mur?a, listen, your pact
wasn't with Malha-Vacas.

Your pact is with the woman
who gave you this.

God willing,
she'll bring you home.

Take it!

Stand by! Stand by!
Quickly! Defence positions!

Fire at will!

Fire at will!

To the left!

Grenade!

Milhais!

Milhais!

Are you all right?

Fall back to the support line!

Milhais!

Yes, sir!

Run, Milhais!

- Fall back to the support line!
- I'm not leaving, sir!

I'll hold my position!

Milhais, you will follow us!
Repeat after me!

We are going to Saint-Venant!

- Milhais, say it!
- Yes!

- Saint-Venant!
- Saint-Venant!

Our Lady of Vale da Veiga,

protect me now...
as you've been doing all along.

And I beg you, my saint,
I beg you,

don't let Luisinha
fall me now!

North.

We surrender!

Hey l?zudo, I am Portuguese!

Then lower your weapon, fool!

Which way is our line?

I don't know!

And Saint-Venant?

Do you think we'd be here
if we knew where that is?

Get down! Get down!

We have to surrender!

We have to surrender!
We're all going to die here, you hear me?!

Run! Run!

Help!

Hey!

Help!

Bloody Scot!

Help me, for God's sake!

Help me! Help me!

Help me, man!

Sweetheart...

Adelaide!

Father!

Father!

Oh my love...

Be careful, father!

Watch out!

Are you okay?

It hurts...

You'll be all right.

What happened, my little lamb?
You walked right into the wolf's den.

I got lost.

But I wasn't that scared.

- Just a little, huh?
- A little bit.

A little bit...

I wasn't that scared,

but now I'm really hungry.

We can fix that.

Eat.

You're very brave.

Thank you!

Thank you, you saved my life.
Thank you.

Thank you.

Do you know where
the Portuguese troops are?

Pas compris.

Don't you give me pas compris,
I'm no Frenchie.

What?

Where's the CEP?

CEP.
Do you know what CEP is?

CEP?
Do you know what the CEP is?

- CEP...
- CEP.

- CEP?
- CEP! In Saint-Venant!

- Saint... Saint-Venant?
- Saint-Venant!

Saint-Venant...

Saint-Venant is that way!

The Portuguese and the British
backed up nearby, two miles.

- That way?
- Northeast. That direction, yes.

Our Lady of Vale da Veiga,
protect me now and...

as you've been doing all along.
And I beg you, my saint,

I beg you,

help me go back to my Teresa.

Mur?a?

Mur?a!

- How can this be?
- Our Lady guided me...

as did my Teresa's handkerchief.

Private Milhais, sir!
15th Regiment, reporting!

At ease!

Name?

An?bal Augusto Milhais, sir!

Your name may be Milhais,

but you are certainly worth millions!

From now on

you shall be known as Milh?es (=Millions)!

If it weren't for you, we'd all be dead.

Come here, Milh?es!

You're missing the main thing.

Leave them,
I don't need them.

Come on, father.

The medals weigh me down, love.

Can I have them, please?

THE BATTLE OF THE LYS WAS ONE OF
THE BLOODIEST IN THE FIRST WORLD WAR.

AMONG THE PORTUGUESE EXPEDITIONARY CORPS
THERE WRE 1341 DEAD,

4626 WOUNDED,
1932 MISSING AND 7440 PRISONERS.

AN?BAL AUGUSTO MILHAIS WAS
THE ONLY PORTUGUESE PRIVATE

TO EVER BE AWARDED

THE ORDER OF
THE TOWR AND THE SWORD,

PORTUGAL'S HIGHEST
NATIONAL HONOUR.

HE DIED IN VALONGO DE MILHAIS
ON 3RD JUNE 1970 AT AGE 74.

HIS DESCENDANTS
ADOPTED THE LAST NAME MILH?ES.

TRANSLATION: Maria Jo?o Marques
SUBTITLING: Nelson Lopes