When Trumpets Fade (1998) - full transcript

August, 1944.

The outcome
of the Second World War appeared

to be no longer in doubt.

Paris was liberated.

After four years of fighting,

victory against
the Germans seemed assured.

Since the Normandy landings in June,

American and Allied forces had battled
their way across Northern Europe,

and pushed the German enemy
to within its own homeland.

The City of Light rejoiced as
it welcomed the troops.

Marching down the Champs Elysees,



officers and men believed that Berlin
was within their reach.

And the word was that

they would be home in time
for Christmas.

But when the soldiers left Paris
for the German border,

their hopes began to fade.

- I'm gonna make it.
- You're gonna make it.

- I'm gonna make it.
- You're gonna make it.

My lucky day.

- It's your lucky day.
- I got the luck.

You got it, Bobby.

This is nothin'!

It's walk in the park!

- Oh!
- What's that, partner?

I get to go home.



You're goin' home, Bobby!

I'm goin' home!

Goddamn right!

I'm goin' home!

You know it, Bob!

Hang in there, Bobby.

Hang in there.

You can do this.

I can do this.

You're tough as nails.

Nails.

Not good enough, Bobby.

Nails!

What about nails?

Tough!

That's right, they're fuckin' tough!

God damn you! Stick with it, Bobby!

Fuckin' dig in, Bobby!
Come on, who's tough as nails?

Me's tough.

That's right, you tough. Tough as what?

Nails.

That's right, now say it!

Tough as nails!

You're goddamned right,
you're tough as nails!

Come on, stay with us, Bobby.

It hurts!

I know, it's less than a mile.

Less than a mile to go.

It's too far.

No, it ain't, it ain't too far.

Not gonna make it.

Can that shit!

Gonna die!

Cut it, you're gonna make it!

I'm gonna...

You're gonna make it.

Make it.

You're damn right!

Listen, Bobby, I gotta rest for a minute.
Okay? Okay, Bob?

Shit!

Bobby! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!

Stop it! Bobby, stop it! Bobby! Bobby!

Welcome back, motherfucker!

Promise me you won't pick me up no more.

It hurts.
Don't... don't pick me up any more.

Listen Bob, if I leave you,
ain't nobody gonna find you.

You're gonna die out here.

Just sit here for a bit.

I am dying.

Bob, we can't sit here.

So, I gotta pick you up,
and I gotta get you out of here.

No.

- Come on.
- No! No!

- No more! No more! No more, please.
- Let's go. Let's go, Bob.

All right, all right!
All right, all right, all right!

- Relax! Relax! Relax!
- No more. Please, no more.

Fine, I'm not. I'm not gonna touch ya'.

Okay, just relax. Just relax.

Just relax.

No more. No more. No more.

You're not gonna leave, are ya?

Got no choice, Bob.

Okay.

D..., David...

Don't leave me here like this.

Please don't leave me here like this.

Don't you leave me here!

David!
David, don't leave me here like this!

Stop it!

Don't leave me here!

David...

All right, get outta here!

Grab my hand, buddy. There you go.

1,2,3, push!

More bandages, hurry it up!

Come on, get up!

Move that truck outta there!

Where's C Company?

...You kidding?

Easy there, buddy. Hang in there.

Chamberlain!

Grab an end!

Captain Pritchett's been lookin'
for anybody from your platoon.

Where is he?

Back at HQ.

I'm headin' that direction
if you want a lift.

Get down!

Shit!

You all right?

Oh, my God! Oh God! Oh...

Why do they leave them there like that?

Fuckin' brass!

They don't wanna waste
the trucks on the dead.

They still got more guys to haul in
for the slaughter.

No more room in hell!

What'rya talkin' about?
There's plenty of room.

All they gotta do is stack 'em higher.

How many do you think?

Hundreds.
That's just in the last five days.

How can they let this happen
and still pretend to be human beings?!

I haven't seen one of those sick fucks
over the rank

of Captain here since I been up here.

They're lookin' at points on a map!

Not one of them has a fuckin' clue
what's goin' on up here.

Shit flows down.

Goddamned right! Regiment wipes
its ass with Battalion,

Battalion wipes
its ass clean with Company,

and we're left
to lick the shit off of them!

Mark my words,

they're gonna keep sendin' us in until
the whole fuckin' division is gone!

Not me, Bedpan.

Captain Pritchett, sir?
You have a Private Manning here.

All right.

...You Manning?

I think so.

Give him a straight answer, Private.

Relax!

You can stop looking for your platoon.
They didn't make it.

What?

Looks like you're the only one
who made it out.

Your lucky day.

Lucky day?

You're alive!

Am I?

If you don't put a sock in it,
Private...

You're gonna, what? - Can it!
Both of you! Lukas, take a walk!

Fuckin' greenie!

You better get used to him,
he's your new platoon leader.

He'll be dead in a week.

Tell me somethin'...

You got your shit together?

Sometimes.

What's that mean?

It means that sometimes
I've got it together.

On the line?

What do you want... Captain?

The entire battalion took
a beating last night.

I've heard seventy percent casualties,
but that's just talk.

Whatever it is,
it must've crippled us bad.

We've been pulled back without reaching
a single objective.

What has this got to do with me?

We're getting replacements
in from the Channel,

tonight you'll be fit in with
a new squad.

Congratulations, Private,
you're a Sergeant now.

I don't want it.

You'll get used to it.
- I don't wanna get used to it!

I don't give a damn what you want!

I'll put up with that mouth of yours,

because I figure after surviving
a week up here,

you've earned that right.

You have not earned the right
to question my orders!

I am absolutely the wrong man!

That may be your opinion, Sergeant,
but it's not mine.

You've managed to stay alive for a week.

That's something the rest
of your platoon couldn't do.

Call me crazy,
but from where I'm standin',

that makes you qualified for the job.

You're making a mistake.

Your opinion is duly noted, Sergeant.
Dismissed.

Sir... I've... in the woods,
I've done things...

Sergeant.
- Yes?

Dismissed.

Request permission for a Section 8.

I'm fucked up, I can't do this,
I, I, I'm no good.

Listen to me, soldier, a week ago,
I had a company of almost 200 men.

Now I've got 50.

As hard as this may
be for you to swallow,

your efforts
to stay alive hold very little value

at this particular time and place.

What does hold value are the objectives.

The longer it takes to obtain them,

the more dead we'll be stockpilin'
at the side of the road.

Now it's my job
to obtain those objectives,

and I will utilize anybody
at my disposal to do so.

That includes you, Sergeant.

Now I'm just as sorry as hell
about your bruised nerves,

but you are out of your skull

if you think I'm gonna let you bail on
a Section 8. Is that clear?

Yes, Sir.

At 1400 hours, you will rendezvous
with your new squad.

You've got until
then to get your shit together.

Is that clear?

Yes, Sir.

Good... Now, get out of my sight.

Captain... when I fuck this up,
is it your fault or mine?

Mind if I tag along?

Suppose not.

I heard about your promotion.

Yeah? Where'd you hear that?

Pays to have friends, man.

Got a smoke?

Yeah.

You know, it's amazing really,
when you stop to think about it.

Whole platoon fingers its way
into the Factory and...

one guy makes it out to talk about it.

You got twenty-five or thirty guys dead

or dyin' and you walk out without
a scratch on ya.

It's my lucky day.

Yeah, lucky.
Well, that's one way of lookin' at it.

But not the only way... Right, Talbot?

There isn't anything sacred with you,
is there, Manning?

Warm, dry feet.

How'd you manage to get out, Manning?

Did you get cut off from
the rest of the platoon?

Trees get pretty thick out there?
Did you get lost?

Come on, what happened?

You got somethin' in that vat of yours,
just spill it.

All right. Look, it's like this.

See, your routine
isn't as seamless as you think it is.

Always hangin' back a little bit,
never volunteering.

Doing just enough to keep outta trouble,
but never enough to really help out.

I'm kind of an emotional guy.

Get one thing fuckin' straight, man.
There is no hangback now.

You got a glob of greenies lookin'
at you to keep 'em alive,

and if i find out that one
of them answers the last muster 'cause

of your yellow streak,

I will personally put a bullet
in your brain.

Hey, Sandy!

Hey, hey, hey! There he is!
- Hey!

All right! You made it!

Where the hell'd you go,
I looked for you.

I got lost.

I thought you chickened out.

You thought he chickened out. Me,

I know he's just a dumb fuck farmer
from Wisconsin.

Am I in trouble?

Hell no, we're still waitin'
for the sergeant.

How'd you get here?

Guy about a mile back in a jeep
just told me to follow the road.

Still don't know why
they sent us in here,

I hear the war's gonna
be over by Christmas.

Who told you that shit?
- It's talk.

I heard the Krauts got nothin'
but old men and children on the line.

And you believe that?

I'd like to.

How 'bout you, Sandy,

you believe that shit
about old men and kids?

I will if you will.

What are these?

How the fuck should we know?

They're called Dragon's Teeth.
Krauts use 'em to stop our tanks.

You're standing on the Siegfried line.

Over there is Germany.
I suggest your remember that.

Let's go. You're with me.

We're goin' to the front.

All right, listen up.
Right over that hill is the front line.

When you're in your foxholes,

the Krauts are gonna be less
than fifty yards away.

This is a thin line.

Which means
we're gonna be spaced far apart.

Because in this fog,
you might not see the guy nearest you.

The Krauts are gonna hear us moving
into position,

and they know that you're replacements.

How?

This company lost over
a hundred men last night.

They know we're hurtin' bad,

and they know that we have to try
to bring in replacements today.

The only reason
they're not makin' a push,

is because they're hurtin' too.

They know you guys don't know shit.
They're gonna try to use it.

They'll call out to you in English,
they'll try to spook ya.

The main thing you need to do
is keep your shit together.

This is the real fuckin' deal.

Name.

Huh?

Your name.
- Warren.

Last name.

Sanderson.

Sanderson, you're first.
You stay right behind me.

Okay.

I'll be back for each of you,
one at time.

Don't go wandering off now.

I mean it. Stay right in my back pocket.

Let's go.

Keep your fuckin' head down!

Move him out.

Sure took your sweet time gettin' here.

Anything notable?

Those fucking tanks again.

They've been jammin'
their barrels down our throat

from that fuckin' high ground
for a week now.

Air Corps can't see 'em,
artillery can't hit 'em.

They better find some way

of knockin' those fuckers out
and I mean fast.

What about the 88s?

They're still out there.

Tanks on our right side, 88
millimeter cannons on our left side.

Fuckin' Army.

Fuckin' Army.

I'll be back, in the morning,
for patrol.

Scared?
- Huh?

Scared?

Yeah.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do.

Want me to tell ya?
- Okay.

Basically, you're a lookout.

When you're down in here,

you're responsible for holding
this section of the line. Okay?

You got a machine gun nest protecting
you on your right flank,

twenty-five yards away.

You got another rifleman protecting
you on your left flank,

a little closer, maybe fifteen,
twenty yards, okay? - Okay.

Now, in front of you,
you got your Krauts.

They're close.
Thirty yards, maybe a little more.

The challenge is ''Hershey.''

The password is ''apple.'' Okay?

You say ''Hershey''
and you don't hear ''apple,''

you open fire, you understand?

You don't think about it,
you don't hesitate,

you just do it, you understand?

Otherwise, you're gonna go home
to your mama in a box, all right?

Now them Krauts make a push,
you use your grenade.

Okay, how do I know
if they're makin' a push?

You hear a whole bunch
of shootin' and screamin',

and a bunch of guys runnin' at ya...

Yeah?

Then you know they're makin' a push.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah, you wanna light up
a cigarette at night,

lay on your back at the bottom
of the hole.

I don't smoke.
- Huh?

I don't smoke.

You still got your issues?

Yeah?

You will.

What's your name?

Warren.

Welcome to Death Factory, Warren.

You got point.
I've got you on a straight line course.

I know this is your first patrol.

You've had time
to watch what I've been doin'.

Yeah.

Be alert.

You've been behind Kraut lines
for the last thirty yards or so.

You got no friends here.

Our job is to scout the enemy positions.

Ease up on the trigger finger.

Yeah, right.

This is your first big chance
to stay alive,

don't fuck it up.

Let's go.

Slow down, Sandy, slow down.

Slow down.

Sandy!

What's goin' on?
- I lost Sandy!

Get down, get down!

What's goin' on?

We lost Sanderson.

What's this ''we'' crap?

Shut up!

What do we do, Sarge?

We wait.

I hope he's got brains enough
to come straight back.

What if he doesn't know he's alone?

He knows.

All right, we're headin' back.

We're just gonna leave him out here?

Can't afford to risk the entire squad.

Yeah, but...

What is your name?

Doug... Despin.

Well, Doug Despin,

this is the second time
I'm tellin' you to shut up.

You follow me?

Yeah.
- Then, let's go.

Warren!

Afternoon, gentlemen.
We're gonna make another push.

The objective is to retake the town

of Schmidt four miles east
of our present position.

Not that that's a surprise.

To get there, we have got to secure
the river crossing on the Kall Trail.

Now we'll approach the river through
this part of the forest.

Roy, your boys are gonna take
the Kall Trail again.

You have got to take
and hold Arbaley Bridge.

Yes, sir.

Now G-2 said it'll be clear sailing up
to the bridge, but once you get there...

it's gonna get pretty hot.

With all due respect, sir,

did G-2 forget about the tanks

the Jerries
have been clobbering us with?

No. The artillery's gonna take care
of the tanks.

They've been saying that for a week.

Well, they're saying it again,
and this time they're right.

Bunch of chickenshits...

Do you have a problem, Captain?

What if those tanks
are still firing, sir?

Then we'll deal with it.

No problem.

Captain Pritchett,

if you feel you're unable
to carry out your orders, you let me know.

And I'll relieve you of your command
and find somebody who can.

Now the jumping off point's
the Siegfried line here,

here and here.

There's not gonna be
an opening barrage this time,

I want surprise.

You men will take
and hold your objectives.

We've been screwing
around too damn long up here.

Any questions?

Any questions, Captain?

No, sir.

Thank you.

Good day, gentlemen.

Hey, Sandy, you gonna eat that?

Leave it alone!

You want more, you go wait in line.

Sanderson, eat your food!

I'm not hungry.

That's not the point.

I'm not hungry.

Last time I had
a hot meal was five days ago.

Since then,
my entire platoon has been wiped out.

That's why you're here.

You're just a bunch of guys
in line to get shot,

so they can bring in a bunch
of other guys.

See how that works?

Now, once you get
that through your fuckin' head,

maybe you'll realize how important
a hot meal could be.

Don't go anywhere.

Stay where I can find you,
we're makin' a push.

We get orders, Sarge?

We will.

Well, if we didn't get orders,
how do you know we're makin' a push?

Hot food, coffee, cigarettes.
We're making a push, sure as shit.

He's full of it!

Do you think he's full of it?

He's full of it!

When'd you start smokin'?

What's it to you?

Sorry I blew up.

Shut up.

Come on, Baxter, relax.

Last night for me.
I bet you lit up, Warren.

My first day.
- Me, too.

I was freezing.

Hey... check this out.

What the fuck you doin', Lonnie?

You fart, I'm gonna blow your ass off.

Only assholes smoke.

Cigarette?

Problem with these issues,
they taste like shit.

Hey, Sanderson.

Out there in the woods with the Krauts,
what was it like?

It was like... drowning.

You wanted to speak to me?

Lieutenant?!

I wanna know what happened out
on that patrol yesterday.

I heard your point man got separated
from the squad.

They're still learning.

No shit.

What the fuck are you thinkin'
putting replacement at point

on his first patrol?!

I've got nothing but replacements.

You shoulda stayed at point, Sergeant.

Sergeant!

I thought it would be a perfect chance
for at least one

of them to get some experience.

Bullshit!

You're still trying
to save your own ass!

These kids don't know anything!

And you do?

No. I don't.

For four days...

I've been watching these mangled
bodies being carried out of the woods,

knowing real soon I'm gonna be expected
to lead a platoon in there.

Nobody's telling me a goddamned thing.

I just walk around,
trying to look like a lieutenant,

so, you're right.

I don't know anything.

In fact,

the only one in this platoon
who does... is you.

Do you get it now?
Is it starting to sink in?

What do you want?

I want your help!

Look, if I can help you in any way
without endangering my own life,

I won't hesitate.

If you want my opinion,
I'll give it to ya.

But I'm not takin' a bullet for anybody.

That's not good enough.

That's as good as it gets.

I'll tell ya what, Dave.

You find yourself out there
in the middle of a fire fight...

with your guts hangin' out,
screamin' for a medic.

If I can help you in any way
without endangering my own life,

I won't hesitate.

So what do ya think?

About what?

This push that Manning's talking about.
You think we're really gonna do it?

Yeah.

We just got here.

Yeah.

Hey, Sandy... Yesterday out in the woods,
Manning was just gonna leave you there.

I think we're all gonna die out here.

Lord of my salvation,
that saves me... for He is my shield.

Saves me from my enemies
and inequities...

We'll go in two minutes.

Sir.

Two minutes.

Two minutes.

Two minutes, and nobody dies.

Two minutes. Nobody dies.

Two minutes. Nobody dies.

Say it, Lonnie, you gotta say it!

Nobody dies.

Nobody dies.

Nobody dies.

Fire!... Fire!

Move! Go! Keep moving!

Spread out!... Spread out!

Don't bunch!

Don't bunch!
- Don't bunch!

Sergeant!

Move it! Move it!

Ahh!

Spread out! Spread out!

Don't bunch.

Get off me! Get off me! Get off me!
Get off me! Get off me!

Fire!

No! No! Go back! Go back!
Back, back! Come on!

Come on. Go, go, go, go!

Go. Stay together! Back! Back! Back!

Fire!

Go back!

Medic! Get back!

Medic! Medic!

What?

We're makin' another push.

You gotta be shittin' me.

Our company is to try to take
the bridge on the Kall Trail again

and hold it.

Kraut 88's on the ridge
are gonna have us right

on the chopping block.

Fuckers.

There's a road leadin' up the ridge
from the north side.

I figure a single squad with a couple

of flame throwers might
have a shot at takin' 'em out.

Their gun crews'll be firing at us.

What about their infantry support?

Krauts are holding their manpower back
about a mile behind the bridge.

Apparently they're havin'
trouble finding replacements,

so they're relying on their 88s
to wipe us out.

I need a squad to volunteer.

Good luck.

You take out those guns

and I'll get you that Section 8
you were beggin' for.

It's a deal.

You smile at me again
and I'll kick your teeth out!

Medic! Medic!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

This is Pritchett, sir.

We've got the bridge,
but we're getting our asses reamed!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Sir, request permission to pull back.

Negative. Do not pull back.

My men are getting cut
to pieces up here,

we're pullin' back!

You hold that bridge, Captain!
That's an order!

I've already lost thirty men!

This isn't a debate, Pritchett!
You hold that goddamn bridge!

This is suicide!

Lieutenant!

We're dead meat here, Lieutenant!

God damn it, Lieutenant, fuckin' move!

Fire!

Fire!

All right, listen up.

As far as I can see
they have no infantry support.

The gun crew's got its back to us.

We're gonna run right up that road.

Baxter, Sanderson,
you're gonna burn 'em out... Okay?

Let's move.

Fire!

Fire!

Boxcar 6, this is Boxcar 9, over!

Boxcar 6, over.

This is Sergeant Talbot.
Lieutenant Lukas has lost it!

That puts you in charge over this,
Sergeant. Now listen up.

You gotta pull your platoon back to
this side of the river!

You expect me to get these guys
to leave cover in this shit?!

If you don't get that platoon to move,

you're all gonna be dead
in ten minutes.

Now haul ass!

Fire!

Fire!

Baxter!

No, no, no, no fucking way,
no fucking way, no fucking way!

Baxter!

No! No fucking way! No fucking way!
No fucking way!

No! No!

Get up there, Baxter!

Stay where you are! Hold your position!

Baxter!

God damn you.

No! No! No!

What the fuck are you doing?

Jesus Christ!

Warren! Get up there now!

Back up!

Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

He did it.

I'll be a son of a bitch!

Easy now... Easy.

Hey, Lieutenant...

Tank!

Take cover, get back!
Back to the trees, men! Pull back!

Pull back!

It's not over till we're out of here.

Take the torch off!

Go! Go!

Go!

Fuck!

Lonnie! Lonnie!

No! No!

Come on! Come on! Keep movin'!
Come on! No! Fuck!

Lonnie, come on, come on, come on!

You gotta keep movin', keep movin',
keep movin'! Come on! Come on! Come on!

He's dead! He's dead! Go! Go!

Let's go!

How you doin', Roy?

I'm fine, sir. I could stay.

I think you need a rest.

Everybody here needs a rest, sir.

Captain, this conversation was over
the first time we ever had it,

and it's just as over now.

You're wounded, you need a rest.

Fresh point of view may
help break things open here, Roy.

Do I know you?

Your people inside?

Yes, sir.

Captain Zanuck, may I suggest
that you take this time to go in

and acquaint yourself with your team.

Sir.

I should be involved
with that briefing, sir.

The Captain will need every bit
of advice he can get.

Negative.

I don't want
the same mistakes as before.

What mistakes are those?

You tell me.

Driver! This man needs a doctor.

That was a rough one, huh?

Rough one.

Where's your squad?

Over there.

Was it worth it?

What?

The Section 8.

I don't know what you're talkin' about.

You really are a fuckin' piece of shit,
aren't you, Manning?

That's right, Talbot.
I'm a piece of shit.

So you went up that ridge
with four other guys

and came back with one, huh?

You weren't fuckin' there.

Yeah, lucky for me.

I been keepin' an eye on you, Manning.

Oh, yeah?

We all know about that Section 8 deal
you cut with Pritchett.

Anything to save your own ass.

That's right.

It's too bad he won't be around
to hold up his end of the deal.

What are you talkin' about?

He got wounded.
They took him off the line today.

Life's a bitch, ain't it?

Where's Lieutenant Lukas?

Nobody knows, sir.
It's been pretty hard on him.

Is that him?

Yes, sir.

What's the status of your platoon,
Lieutenant?

Huh?

Whatever your problem is, Lieutenant,
I suggest you get it under control!

Pull it together, Lieutenant, now!

Get off of me!

Let's go!

Get him outta here!

God damn it!

You wanted to know
the status of his platoon?

Just a minute, soldier...

You're treadin' dangerously close
to a courtmartial!

That gets me outta here, right... sir?

You're Manning, aren't you?

What do you care?

Report to my command post immediately.

Sergeant David Manning.

You have a sheet on everybody?

Not right now, Sergeant, just you.

Sergeant Manning has
an excellent innate understanding

of battlefield conditions.

His ability to react
to aggressive situations

is unmatched by anybody in the company.

His disrespect for authority is unable
to hide his ability to lead.

I strongly suggest that
he be considered

for the next platoon leader when
and if the situation presents itself.

Captain Roy Pritchett.

If I'm not mistaken, Sergeant,
the situation has presented itself.

When was that written?

The day you were made Sergeant.

Sir, I'm a non-com.

I know what you are, Manning.

And I also know
what you capabilities are.

I was a private three days ago.

This isn't up for discussion,
Lieutenant.

You've got no choice in this.

And as it is... neither do I.

At 0800 we're makin' another push.
Get your people together, Lieutenant.

I got nothin' left.

Dig a little deeper.

He's over there! Manning?
- Hey!

We wanna talk to ya.
I said we wanna talk, asshole!

Look, I wanna know the truth, Manning,
what the hell happened out there.

Don't you fuckin' walk away from me.

Hey... come on. Stop! Come on!

You executed Baxter!

You're damn right I did.

He ran, you'd have done the same thing.

Put the gun down, Talbot!

Shut up!

Go ahead. We're all dead anyway.
Regiment's making a push tomorrow.

We're to take Schmidt at all costs.

What?

You heard me.

Jesus!

The way I see it, we've got two choices.

We can settle for being slaughtered
in the push tomorrow,

or we can take those tanks out tonight.

There's no way
in hell Company'll approve that.

This isn't about Company.
If we do it, it's just us.

We'll slip past the lines unchecked.
Just another sorry-ass patrol.

Let me get this straight.

Yesterday you were pulling
for a Section 8.

Now, you wanna lead
some kind of renegade force

against the German tanks.

The question is,
''How do we stay alive?''

What you think
of me doesn't really matter.

What's your plan, Manning?

You're not taking this shit seriously?

Maybe.

Well, who's to say
he's not gonna shoot you

in the back like he did Baxter?

He didn't have a choice.

If he hadn't shot Baxter,
we all would've run.

And we'd still be taking
the fire from those 88s.

I'll go with you.

I don't know, I don't know.

Look, if anyone can do this,
I think it's him.

I'm not thrilled about the odds.

But it's better than what
we got comin' at dawn.

Manning.

What?

Nobody dies.

Nobody dies.

Let's just get it done.

All right.

I'll clear the mine field
and cut the wire.

We gotta hit the tanks at dawn,
before the push begins.

All right... no turnin' back.

Let's go.

All right.
I'm goin' for the truck... Cover me.

Go!

Up!

Manning!

No!

Chamberlain!

I'm not gonna make it.
I'm losing too much blood.

You're gonna make it!

You're an idiot!

You're gonna owe me big, Lieutenant.

I ain't gonna owe you shit!

Less than a mile, okay?
Less than a mile!

It's too far!

It's not too far!

What's so funny?

You.

Me, what?

Forget it.

I'm takin' you home, Dave.

Sure.

You're goin' home.

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