👉go to video settings ⚙️ to select your preferred subtitle language ♪ I've gone away ♪ For to stay ♪ A little while ♪ But I'm coming back ♪ I'm coming back ♪ If it be 10,000 miles Okay, load 'em up! - Did you get that, Leo? - Hey! Hey, you, get that
pooch out of here. Do you want to get him killed? Alright, alright, come
on, quit stalling. Well, so long, Arab. - So long, baby. Alright, alright,
you heard the Lieutenant! What's the
matter with the dog? He's okay! He's not going to-- I don't
understand why we can't keep that
dog around here. - Oh, you poor little fella. - He's going to
freeze out there. - Goodbye, Arab. - Well, thanks. What do you want me to do? - Correspondent, huh? Well, you want to get up
to the front, don't you? Well, get in. Now, now, come on, come
on, get in, make it snappy. Here, make room for this guy. - There he is. You're back
with us, ain't you, boy? - Alright, let's get moving! - Hey, Cookie, what
are you going to call that pooch, Betty Gordon? - Lay off the dog,
he's my territory. - Who's Betty Gordon? - Oh, the kid's been
waiting for a letter from her ever since
we left the States. Guess you're getting off at the first air base, ain't you, Pop? - Why? - Correspondent, ain't you? The flyers are the guys you
guys always write about. The Hollywood heroes. We're just the lugs
along for the ride. That's all, just for the ride. Ask Wingless, he'll tell ya. - Yeah, just one plane
and you're all dead ducks. Just one plane and it's. - Alright, men, this
is a break, unload! Hey, how far up
you going Mr. uh-- - Pyle. Well, to the end of the line,
if it's alright with you. - Sure. Pyle, you say, Pyle? Say aren't you the
fellow that writes that column about weekend
trips or something? - Mostly about something. That's a pretty good
looking outfit you got. - Well, we're not an outfit yet. Maybe by this time
tomorrow we will be. Load 'em up! - Alright, come on men! On the truck, load up! Come on, on the double! Hey, come to think
of it, you know, my old man reads your column. He thinks it's great. - Well, I'll be darned. - Alright, men, let's get on. - Hey fellas, get a load
of this, Artie Shaw! Solid jazz,
out of this world. - Gee whiz, Murph, I
wish you weren't so long. It's sort of cold
out here in the open. - Yeah, I'll cut my legs off. - No, geez, you don't
have to do that. I hear we're gettin' in
the real business tomorrow. - Well, as far as I'm
concerned they can deal me out. - The infantry ain't so worse. - Look, this is a
modern war, ain't it? And I'm a modern guy and the
modern age is up in the air. That's where I
belong, not down here. - They only worked
you out 'cause you're too big, it
ain't your fault. - I'll cut my legs off. - If you had to sneak
something out of that village, why didn't you bring
something in skirts? - Oh, now, I'm not quite--
- Shh! Don't interrupt
the music, listen. Murder. - Yeah! This is Berlin bringing you the jive
music of Artie Shaw. - Axis Sally. Nothing sweeter or hotter in the
world, is there? Remind you of Rosalind? Sylvia? Phyllis? Nancy? Mary Ellen? Daisy? You bet it does. Summer nights. The juke box down the road. Cokes. Double malts. A girl's soft laughter
in the moonlight. Tomorrow you boys
of the 18th Infantry will meet our armies
for the first time. Armies that have
beaten the world; the French, the
British, the Russians. What chance do you stand? Says you! When we get
through with you guys! Why
not be sensible? Be sensible and surrender. Oh, yeah? Be my
guests in Germany. Dance with our lovely girls. They know how to entertain
nice, young men like you. Save one for me
sister, I'll be right there! - What a voice. What a bedroom. What a. I'll
now sing Germany's latest hit with lyrics
written especially for my handsome
American friends. ♪ Light for me a cigarette ♪ In that small
cafe where we met ♪ ♪ Let me feel your fingertips ♪ Linda, Linda on my lips ♪ Where two lovers used to be ♪ Are there echoes
waiting for me ♪ ♪ And do you still
wait for me, too ♪ ♪ As Linda, my love ♪ I wait for you - There's a piece of furniture I'd love to push around. Turn that radio off! - It was Nazi music. Now it's mine, our
first German prisoner. - Hey, Pop! Why wasn't you born
a beautiful dame? Or even an ugly one? Oh, why
don't you guys pipe down? - Alright, alright! Goodnight, boys. Tonight I dream in
technicolor. Hey, how
much further we got to go? - About 20 miles. - How far? - 20 miles, then you get
out and walk another 10. You know, to get the
stiffness out of you. - Where we going, China? - Hey, that's ours, 105's! - Theirs, 88's! - I thought you said 20 miles. - That's what I said, 20 miles. Plane! - I didn't even see him. - Hey, what did I tell you
guys about the air corps? - They stink! - Look at them scram! - Ah, the yellow bellies! - Alright men, in the truck. Come on, make it snappy, the
medic will take care of him. Come on, come on, on the double. First death's always the worst. - I suppose so. On the
double, men, let's get in. - I guess he won't
ever get a letter from that Betty Gordon dame now. - That makes them even. She won't get no more
from him neither. - What's Cookie's last name? - Henderson. Alright, follow
this way, come on there. - Well, Mr. Pyle, this
is the end of the line. We're liable to run into
trouble from here on. A couple of jeeps going back. - You mind if I go all the way? - Well, it's your funeral. Alright, follow me, men. Is this
trip necessary? I could
be in Tulsa now. Yeah, we're
gettin' amphibious. Alright, men, fall out! Fall out! - Hey, where's the little guy? - Pop? - What do you mean, Pop? Ernie. - Ernie's a little way back. - He's over 38, he
don't need to be here. - Be here? He could even go home. Fall in! - Hey, how do I get
my name in the paper? Harry Fletcher, Ashtabula, Ohio. - What'll I say? Oh, anything
just so the folks back home see my
name in the paper. Hey, Ernie! Tell Cleveland, Joe
McCloskey's winning the war! Single-handed! Winning the war single-handed, Joe McCloskey, who mixed sodas in
the corner drug store. And Harry Fletcher who just
hung out his law shingle. Danny Goodman who
checked your oil in the summer and studied
medicine in the fall. And here they are with
guns in their hands facing a deadly enemy in a
strange and faraway land. This was their baptism of fire. It was chaos, indefinable. Going up the brink
of possible death in the night time;
puzzlement, frail. Each boy facing the worst
moment of his life, alone. It was a battle without letup
and it was going against us. - The only thing between
us and them is Borgesgain. - That's not many men. - Yeah, it's a lucky thing
the krauts don't argue. - Stroebel to Walker, over. Can't seem to reach Walker. 1st Battalion. Yes, sir. I see. No sir, Colonel Hunt isn't
back from reconnaissance yet. - Who is it, Ralph? - Captain Harkin, sir. Reporting four of his
mortars knocked out, he's pretty badly shot up. - Tell him to pull back
to hill 148 and dig in. Right, sir. D Company, hello? Hello? D Company, hello, hello? They don't answer. - Keep trying. Right, sir. Correspondent. - Pyle. Hello, hello? - They're pouring more and
more strength through the pass. Yeah, and despite all the
fairy stories one good green man can't beat a
seasoned and crafty veteran. Especially when the
veteran's got more and better guns,
tanks and planes. One thing we can do is
roll in Benson's tank. - Benson's through. They knocked him out when
they came through the pass. - Well, there it is. All we got in front of us is
Roberts and Walker's outfits. Little more than a company. - There's some hot coffee
and beans on the fire, sir. - No, thanks. - I think I could use some. - Me, too. - D Company. Hello, hello? They don't answer, Colonel. - Okay. - Soon they're going
to split the plate. - How's it going, Walker? - Well, we're holding
out okay, sir. Our phone went dead. Captain Roberts sent me
up to see if there was, well, if there was any
change in plans, or what. - No, no change yet. Better stick around for a while. - Hello, Bill. - Hello, Ernie. - Coffee? - Thanks. D to
Hunt, D to Hunt, over. Hunt to
D, come in, over. Withdrawing
tanks, withdrawing tanks. Position Zebra 87. Zebra 87. Over and out. - Fleers? Put those papers
in the fireplace. - Burn 'em, sir? - Not yet. - Lieutenant Walker,
Lieutenant Walker! - What is it, Sergeant? - Lieutenant Walker, I
got to see the Lieutenant! - Here, here I am, Warnicki. - Never saw anything
like it in my life. Never saw anything like
it in my life, sir! Sir, I never saw anything-- Take it
easy, take it easy, boy. - Their heavy tanks
overran our position. Point blank, point blank, sir. I had to get out. Got some of the men
behind the hill. Did the best I could, sir. Did the best I could. - Fleers, burn the papers. This is the first
time I ever had to pull any outfit
out of anywhere! Wonder when we're going
to start winning this war? Stroebel, notify the
companies we're pulling out. Save what we can
for another day. Alright,
men, on your feet. Alright, men, on your feet! Hey, fella. Come on, he's dead. Scram,
scram, over and out. Stroebel to Jones,
Stroebel to Jones. Come in, over. Scram, scram, over
and out, scram. American
boys beaten, beaten badly. One of the few times
in our history. It was a bitter and
humiliating experience. And Joe McCloskey was
wondering what the folks back home in Cleveland
were thinking of him now. As we look back on
that first defeat and the bloody victories
which followed, we realized that only
battle experience could make a combat soldier. Killing is a rough business. Men live rough and talk rough. Timmy O'Brien,
1918 State Street. Hi Ernie, thanks for
putting my name in the paper. I dreamed I got a commission. - Selling what?
- He is my buddy. G-A-L-B-R-A-I-G-H-T. I was a shoe
clerk way across Georgia. Best outfit
in the whole Army. On a dull day you can always get a fight
in the Army by arguing which is
the best outfit. In a year I'd been
to a lot of places, learned to love a lot of men, but I always reserved
one special place in my heart for the boys
that I'd started with. Everybody else had a company
and I felt I had one, too. Company C, 18th Infantry. I hadn't seen them
in a long time and now I set out
to find them again. They'd been through
a lot by now; the conquest of Sicily,
murderous landings, Salerno. Now they were part of
the force hammering down the long,
hard road to Rome. - Hey Dondaro, what
town did we take today? - San Raviollio. Didn't we
take that yesterday? - Nah, that was San
Something Else-io. And I was wondering about Wingless Murphy,
Sergeant Warnick, Lieutenant Bill Walker and a
funny little mutt named Arab. - Alright, men, fall out! Chow! - You know, when this
war's over I'm going to find me a map and find
out where I've been. - Mail call! - Hugh! Yay! - Lopez! Yeah! Warnicki? - Dondaro! Hayes! - Whoo, I'm a father! Warnicki? Warnicki! - That's me! - Anything for Captain Walker?
- Come on, Sarge! - Sergeant! Anything there for
Captain Walker? - Sorry, Captain,
nothing for you. Well,
let's get the rest of this stuff going, I'm
expecting a letter. - Ain't she pretty? - Hey, what's this? - Your insurance form. What's the matter with you? You forgot to put in
a beneficiary's name. - What's that? - Anybody whose
name you put down there gets the
$10,000 samolians. - You mean anybody's name
who I put down there gets it? - Yeah, and you better
put it down before the next shindig, bub, or
there won't be no dough. Stick your old lady's
name down and you're okay. - I ain't got no old lady. - Well, your old man, then. Ain't you got no relatives? Well, stick anybody's name down. You don't want all that wough
go to daste, day go to woste. - What? - I said you don't want to let
all that dough go to waste! - Hey, Sarge! What do you know? Yesterday I ain't worth
a flat nickel and today I can throw $10,000 bucks
away just like that! Hey, what do you got in the
package, something to eat? - I don't know. - Well, open it! How you going to find
out if you don't open it? - That's an idea. It's from the old lady! Look what she's done! She had the kid's
voice put on a record! Junior's voice. He couldn't even say
'mama' when I left home. - Gee, whiz, let's listen to it! - Aww, who's got a
phonograph around here? - Maybe they got one
in the next town. - Yeah, well what
are waiting for? Let's get going! Why don't you look
where you're going? Get out of that jeep and
I'll beat your brains out! - Who you mad at? How are you, Warnicki? - Why, it's Ernie! Hey fellas, it's the little guy! How ya been, Ern?
- Seen any dames? - Yeah, I brought you a couple. - Oh, good thinking! Glad
you're back, Ernie. - I wanted to, on the way. Time has gone
by, what's been keeping you? - Oh, I've been-- - We've been saving
sugar for you, Ernie. Thank you, Bobby! - At last I met Ernie Pyle. Now I can write the old
man and he can relax. - Well, here we go again, Ernie. You know, every time you
show up there's a big battle? The last time it was Tunisia. You better check your
dog tags, fellas. - Yeah, it's me, I go
around starting wars. Got to make a living somehow, got to have something
to write about. You
know something else? - What? - My old man says
I look like you. - Good to see you, boys. Alright
men, we're moving on! - Hey Ernie, how about borrowing
your fingernail clippers? Hiya, Bill! - Hello, Ernie. - I see you're going
up in the world. - Oh, these? - Congratulations. - Thanks. It's because I survived longer than the other louie's, I guess. Alright, Sergeant, let's
get the men out of here! - Alright, men, follow me! Hiya, Wingless! - Hi, Ernie!
- How's the air corps? - Afraid the buddy
system's got me. - Me, too. Well, you got an outfit now? - You bet your life
we got an outfit. - Looks pretty tough. - They are tough,
they're killers. Better be. - Foolin' around
with the infantry's no way to reach a ripe old age. - I'm going to build me a
highway to Berlin over those. - Okay, cover me you guys. I'll get 'em. - Where's your platoon? - Up the street! - Looks like this one's on us! - Okay, I'll cover you. - The promised land. Hiya, babe. Listen rainbow,
even if I was dumb I'd still speak your language. There's that war again! Sounds like they're paging me. Honest, rainbow, this hurts
me more than it does you. I'll be back, don't worry. Okay, okay? - Okay. - Let's go to church, Warnicki. - Okay, just a minute. You wait there junior,
pop will be right back. - Lousy, kraut swine! Lousy, kraut swine! Lousy, kraut swine! Lousy, kraut swine! - This is a funny place to
be killing men in, isn't it? - Cigarettes are no
good for children. Get away, get away! - Oh, you're G.I. Joe, huh? - G.I. Joe! - Cigarettes no
buono for kids, here. - If this war don't kill
me first my feet will. - Me, I feel like I'm 45. - I feel like I was,
too, and I darn near am. How
old are you, Ernie? - 43. - I'm 26, if I knew
I'd live to be 43, I wouldn't have a
worry in the world. - Oh, yes, you would. You'd be just like me, worrying about whether
you'd get to be 44. Hey, guys,
we got to get our rest! Where's
that whiz bang going? - I know I'm going
to get some sleep. - Hey, Murph! Hey, Murph! That redheaded nurse
of yours is in town. You know, your fiance. - Is she? - What a lucky guy you are. Meeting the gal
you're engaged to in the States way over here. - Hey, did you hear that? My
ever lovin's coming to town! - Okay, men, your
three minutes are up! Now move on out and let
these other guys in! Come on, get out of there! Snap it up, boys! Two minutes to lather
and one to rinse! We ain't got all day! - Hey, Sarge, what's all that? - This? - Yeah. - Well, the yellow one
is for National Defense. The red and white is
for very good conduct. The real pretty one over
here with all the colors is for being in this
theater of operations. - No kidding? - Yeah. - You know any good
war stories, Sarge? Yeah, as a matter of
fact-- Alright, come on, your
three minutes are up! Come on, move on, let's go! - Hey, look at Murph, he's
falling asleep on his feet! Hey Murphy, Murphy, come on! This is your big
day, or your day big! You got to get ready, Murph! Come on, wake up! - Hey, okay, okay fellas! A bit much to go
through, but I'm game! - Hey, hey! Anybody know where I
can find a phonograph? A phonograph, a Victrola? A music box, see? Hey, what's the
matter, don't any of you guys understand
plain English? Look, a phonograph. A Victrola, a music box, see? Oh, she's got one, Arab. We're going to hear junior yet. Yeah, sure, that's right. No, no, no. Look, please. Ah, jazz! - Brother, the whole town must
have shaved with this thing. - Everything's all set, Spence. - Oh swell, get Ernie, he's
going to give the bride away. - Yeah, we'll even get
the wedding in the papers. - Get the Captain,
too, he's an okay Joe. - Hurry up, fellas. - It works. What'd I tell ya? It works! No needle. - Ernie! Wake up, we need ya! Red wants you to give her away. - What do I want to give
her away for? I like Red. - Come on, don't
go back to sleep. - Leave me alone. The only way you'll get me out
of here is to carry me out. We figured on
that, too. Come on, you guys, hustle it up. - Come on, let's go,
wake up, wake up! - You're holding
up the whole show! Come on fellas, let's go. - Here goes, Arab. Junior's going to
talk to his pappy. Backwards, I must-- ♪ Oh, what a wedding ♪ And no honeymoon - Hey, Warnicki! ♪ Oh, what a wedding ♪ But no honeymoon - Come on, Murph's
gettin' married! ♪ Oh, what a wedding ♪ But no honeymoon Come on. - Dearly beloved, we are
gathered here in the sight of God and this company
to join together this man and this woman
in holy matrimony. Who giveth this woman to
be married to this man? Who giveth this woman to
be married to this man? - I do. Repeat after me. I Robert, take thee, Elizabeth,
to be my wedded wife. - I Robert, take thee,
Elizabeth, to be my wedded wife. To have and to
hold from this day forward. To have and to
hold from this day forward. For
better, for worse. For better, for worse. For
richer, for poorer. For
richer, for poorer. In
sickness and in health. In sickness
and in health. To love and to
cherish till death us do part. - To love and to cherish
until death us do part. Those whom God hath joined
together, let no man put
asunder, hit the dirt! - It'll take a better man
than that to put us asunder. - Position halt! Okay, kids, it's all yours. - Boys, honestly, thanks. - Alright, you guys,
what are you looking at? Let's get going. - Where you been,
goofing off, huh? - Hey, Dondaro. - Uh, oh. - Tell me, Dondaro, what's
your power over women? - What's the matter
with you guys? You all look tired. Good morning, dear. - I don't like it,
it's too quiet. - Maybe they've pulled
back all the way to Rome. - Uh-uh. - At this rate we'll be
in Rome in three days. - Alright men, fall out! Look at that old
monastery up there. So peaceful. You'd never think
there was a war within a thousand miles of it. - Or a thousand years. - Maybe you're right
about the krauts pulling all the
way back to Rome. I don't get it, though. If they wanted to
slug it out here they could make it plenty tough. Get me artillery fire control. Hello, Pete, it's Walker. You know that building up
on top of the mountain? - The monastery? - Well, you can call
it that if you want to, but I call it, in military
terms, an observation post. If you don't want
to get us all killed you better give it the business. - Can't, got an order
about it; religious shrine. - Does that sound
like religion to you? Medic! - Alright, men, let's go! - We lost three. - I suppose this
could be deeper. - Yeah, it kind of
looks like we're going to need a
permanent home here. - Patrol, patrol, patrol! One more patrol
and I'll go nuts! - Personally, I'd
feel a lot healthier if that monastery wasn't
looking down my throat. - Just got back, Captain. Drew a lot of small
arms fire on hill 457. Mortar fire, 793. Terrific artillery,
but couldn't locate it. They got Lieutenant
Josephs, Spencer, Trenton. Michaelson got it in the
arm, but I got him back okay. - Okay, Sergeant, you
better go get some chow. You take over Josephs' platoon. - Gotcha. - Noto, if Lieutenant
Josephs had any personal belongings send
them over, will you? - Oh, my aching back. Somebody ought to phone
a plumber. - You know, it sounds pretty
silly when you say it, but sometimes resting like this I get a kick out
of just breathing. - Hot java, Steve? - No. - There goes that
monastery again. Everyone knows it's being
used for an observation post. Why in the devil
don't they bomb it? - I'm a Catholic
and I say bomb it. Check, brother. - I've got a wife and a kid. Think I want to die
for a piece of stone? - Why wasn't a born a 4F
instead of good lookin'? - Lieutenant Hawkins
reporting, sir. Replacements. - Yeah, I'll be right with you. - The maid will
clean it up later. - Alright Sergeant,
line the men up. Alright
men, fall in! - You first four, first platoon. Sergeant Warnicki will show
you to your hotel suites. The next six, second platoon. The Corporal will
take care of you. The rest of you go with
Lieutenant Hawkins. You take over Lieutenant
Henry's platoon. Right past that mansion
and down the hill, but turn to your left. Alright, that's all. - Any of you dog faces know
anything about a phonograph? The cream of the
crop I always get. Dirt! - Gee, a guy could get
killed around here. - Alright, let's
synchronize our watches. You stick with Sergeant
Warnicki, Lieutenant. He knows the terrain. Okay, move 'em out. - Alright, let's go. - So long, Arab. - Good luck. - Oh, my poor aching back. - Bad cold. Our hero! Our hero! Our hero! - What's the gag? - Your mail, Mr. Pyle. - Thanks. I see you already opened it. - Why not? It was marked personal. - What's in it? - Oh, nothing much, you just won the Pulitzer Prize, that's all. - Well, I'll be darned. - I regret to inform
you, Mr. Pyle, you are no longer
a newspaper man. You are now a
distinguished journalist. - Poor devil, going
to be famous now. - Well, well, well. It will be a comfort for you to know that your sons, wherever they are,
at sea or in the sky, or in their foxholes,
yes, sir your boys are celebrating, too,
with the finest turkey, cranberry sauce and
all the fixings. - Tough skin on this bird. - I always like to eat
the stuffing first. - Cranberry sauce, mmm, mmm. - Poor folks back home,
sure got it rugged. - Told you you should
have brought a phonograph. - You had turkey,
the other outfits had turkey, the
general had turkey. My men are going to have turkey. - But, we tried to, sir.
- Trying ain't good enough! Either you get those turkeys
or supply is going to have to get themselves
a new Lieutenant! - I'll scrounge around and
see what I can find, sir. - What about cranberries? - Oh now, wait a minute! - Cranberries. - Cranberries. ♪ Sleep in heavenly peace - Believe it or not,
boys, it's turkey. Santa Claus! Gimme a drumstick! - Captain Walker speaking. Oh, I see. Just one prisoner or two? Well naturally, sir, we'll
try to get as many as we can. Replacements? No, they're not here yet. Yes, sir. Another patrol. - I'll go. - Oh no, you've had enough. - Every step forward is a
step closer, sir, to home. - Okay, get me 10 men. - Ernie, did you bring wine? - What's Christmas without wine? Oh! - And after you
finish that little repast we got one cigar apiece. Alright, Sergeant. - Alright men, let's go! Well
that's it, buddy. This is Bob 'Command
Performance' Hope speaking for the Armed
Forces Radio Service and saying Merry Christmas and Happy New Year from
all of us over here. God bless all of you over there. Hey, Ernie. - Hmm? - You've been to Hollywood. Ever know Carole? - I met her. Is it true she? - Well, that's the rumor. Tell me something, are
they really? Are they? - Why, I forgot to ask. Probably. - You've been around a lot. Haven't you, Ernie? New York, Washington,
Hollywood, everywhere. You know, when this shindig is
over I'm going to look you up. - Good. - Might want you
to get me a job. - Yeah. Replacements
came up, sir. - Fine, I'll assign them. We'll need five more. Get 'em down to headquarters. And even if it hurts,
take good care of them. - Anything else, Captain? - No, thanks. - Saved you some turkey, Sarge. - Don't want any. Oh, my poor back. - Sure wish he'd
get to hear junior. - It's not me. Well, fellas, I'm
going to turn in. Goodnight, fellas. - Thanks for the merry
Christmas, Ernie. - Hi, Ernie. - Merry Christmas, Bill. - Merry Christmas, Ernie. A little night cap? - If you don't mind. What's that, a secret weapon? - Grappa. - Grappa? - Italian moonshine. You get a purple heart
with every third drink. - Me, I'd rather have the
good old Albuquerque sunshine. It must
be pretty nice in New Mexico this
time of the year. - It sure is. - I always wanted
to get out West. Well, someday, maybe. - Well, if you do, look us up. My girl and me will
show you how it's done. You married? - Well, yes and no. I wanted one thing,
she wanted another. She walked out. Chapter closed. - Oh, well. - Names, Jesus. I've been pulling old names
out, putting new names in. You know, you're not the
only writer in this outfit. I've been writing, too. Jones, Peterson, McCarthy, Spintovski, Smith. Dear Mrs. Smith, your son
died bravely today on the... And the new kids that come up, that's what gets
you, the new ones. Some of them just got a
little fuzz on their faces. They don't know what it's
all about, scared to death. I know it ain't, I know it ain't my fault
they get killed, but... I get so I feel like a murderer. I hate to look at
'em, the new kids. Here, drink up Ernie. Here's to Frei Pass, Fila
beach head, Salerno, Loire. Oh, I'm tired. - Well, you better
try to get some sleep. - That reminds me of
W.C. Fields' sure cure for insomnia; get
plenty of sleep. Names and addresses. And the hills to be taken. You know, you'd be simply amazed at the number of hills
still to be taken. Ernie, why the devil
don't you go home? - I often ask that myself. - If only we could
create something good out of all this energy
and all these men. They're the best, Ernie. The best. - Yep. Well, it's a world
the other world never know, even the Air Force. Up there they approach
death differently. When they die
they're clean-shaven, well-fed, if that's any comfort. But the G.I., well
he lives so miserably and he dies so miserably it's... - Dondaro! Have a nice time? I always like to see one of
my men get some relaxation. You know, Dondaro,
it would give me a great deal of
personal pleasure to break every
bone in your body! Goofin' off down there was one
thing, up here it's another! Now get of here
before I kick the-- Wait! Report to Sergeant Warnicki. Tell him you're going to
dig latrines for every man in this company
from here to Rome. Nice, deep ones. - You're lucky, Dondaro,
you're learning a trade! - When this war is
over I'm going to write a book exposing this army. - Hey, Dondaro, tell
me, confidentially. Was it worth it? - Hey fellas, look, look! - Yee-haw! - Here they come! - Boy, ain't that pretty? - It won't be long now. - Okay, Steve, let's go! Come on, men! General Eisenhower had made his decision;
bomb the monastery. He said, "If we
must choose between "destroying a famous
building and sacrificing "our own men's
lives, then our own "men's lives count
infinitely more." Here was one of the
grim ironies of war. The very rubble of the
monastery became a fortress for the Nazis and
they stopped us cold. We were right back
where we started from. - Warnicki, ain't he back? - You'd better take
him some coffee. Keep an eye on him, too. - When we going
to hit 'em again? - 1800. Coffee, Captain? - No, thanks. It's hot. - No, thanks, Pete. - Tough time getting back, sir. What kept you? - Shut up! Hello, Steve. Say hello to your
daddy, come junior. Hello, daddy. Hello, daddy. - I'll kill 'em.
- Come on, junior, come on. - I'll kill 'em!
- Hello, daddy. Hello, daddy. - And them. - Hello, daddy.
- Them! Hello, daddy. Hello, daddy. - If it wasn't for them--
- Hello, daddy. - I'd be home with junior.
- Goodbye, Steve. I love you. - I'd be home with
little junior. I'll kill every
mother's son of 'em. I'll kill every one! I'll kill 'em, I'll
kill every one of 'em! - Warnicki! Warnicki! - Hello, daddy. Hello, daddy. Hello, daddy. Hello. - Take him to the medic's. Go
on junior, go on. Say hello to daddy. Hello, daddy. Hello, daddy. Alright, men,
let's do something about that. Machines had done their best and it wasn't enough. Now came the time, as
it comes in every war, the greatest fighting
machine of them all, the infantry solider, had
to go in and slug it out. - Where you from, Joe? - Louisiana. - Louisiana, good. - Cassino looks a lot
better from this side. All the way to Rome! Yeah, I got a
good telephone number there. - Fella, you know where
the 18th Infantry is? - This is it. C Company? - What's left of it. Hi, Ernie. Howdy, Longshot. - Where you been, Ernie? - Oh, spreadin' it around. Hi, Ernie. - Hiya. - Welcome to this side
of Cassino, Ernie. You finally made it, huh? - Guys moving up the road look kind of chipper,
don't they, Ernie? - Sure do. Well, hiya. Hi, Ernie! - We kicked the door open and those guys make
the grand entrance. - Let 'em have their
fun, they're still young. - Got an extra chair here? Oh, yeah, sit down! - Glad to see you, Ernie. - Thanks. Haven't you eaten that dog yet? - Come on, fellas.
- Give me a hand, will ya? - It's Dondaro. - It's the Captain. - I'm sorry, old man. - Sure am sorry, sir. - Alright men, let's go. That is our war and we will carry it
with us as we go from one battleground to another
until it's all over. We will win. I hope we can rejoice
with victory, but humbly. And all together we will try, try out of the
memory of our anguish to reassemble our broken
world into a pattern so firm and so fair that another great war can never
again be possible. And for those beneath
the wooden crosses there's nothing we
can do except perhaps to pause and murmur,
"Thanks, pal, thanks."
