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hwp Its too hot.
When I get back,
Im gonna put it...
Mother?
Mothers the oldest
in our squad.
He just had his th birthday, and
two days later his baby was born dead.
We call him Mother... Wilkins...
because hes always hounding us
for being sloppy, bugging us...
about leaving things around.
Theyre a little bent.
You want me
to turn you in, Vance?
Between the stuff you did
and the stuff I make up...
I could at least get you
to a psychiatrist in some hospital.
Couldnt fool anybody.
Wouldnt let me do
all this shit.
Only you were here.
Doesnt really count.
You sure fooled me, Mother.
Ill tell you that.
You also broke a squad rule.
What rule?
Well, you said "shit."
What would Father say?
Father Mundy invented our squad
no obscenity"rule.
We wanna make it clear
were not actually part of this army.
Yes, we have a squad father too.
Mother Wilkins, Father Mundy.
Father Mundy was gonna be a priest,
but never made it through the seminary.
The next guard was taken by Bud Miller,
our mad mechanical genius...
and resident wit...
and Stan Shutzer,
our avengingJewish angel.
Theyre supposed to be in
Intelligence and Reconnaissance squads.
Ours is down to six.
Mel Avakian,
our best remaining soldier...
became corporal to our squad
at the same time I made sergeant.
It wasnt
for anything we did.
Except stay alive.
He hasnt sewn on
his stripes either.
Our regimental commander
is Major Griffiin.
Griffiin was a mortician
in civilian life.
His main passion now
seems to be generating business...
for his army counterparts.
Its thanks to Griffiin
and his military mortuary skills...
that Ive made my recent
headlong leap to three stripes.
We lost half our squad, attempting one
of his map-inspired, ill-conceived...
recon patrols.
When I say lost,"
I mean killed."
Nobody in the army ever admits
that someone on our side is killed.
Theyre either lost,
like Christopher Robin...
hit, as in a batter
hit by a pitched ball...
or they get it"
like in hide-and-go-seek.
Or maybe they get it
as with an ambiguous joke.
Not one of the six killed
had an army intelligence score...
of less than .
We gained a few miles
of European real estate...
and lost the beginnings to untold
generations of very bright people.
I think the army
considered this a good deal.
So now weve been moved north
into the Ardennes Forest...
to await replacements.
Its become a kind
of frontline halfway house...
for straightening out
our nerves.
Im not sure
I can be straightened out.
Im scared all the time now.
Its mid-December, .
My family name is Knott.
K-N-O-T-T.
My parents named me William.
By the third grade,
I was Will Knott.
Ive learned to live with it.
What I wasnt prepared for
were the guys of the I & Rplatoon...
who decided I was
to be known as Wont."
Lets go, Knott!
Back in Camp Shelby
before we shipped out...
Lieutenant Ware was told that
Intelligence was doing a lousy job.
He figured if he filled the squad
with intelligent soldiers...
hed get better Intelligence.
He searched the regimental records for
the soldiers with the highest scores...
on the intelligence test...
and requisitioned us
as a squad.
Of course, six of us are dead.
So whats intelligence?
Jesus Christ, Knott.
Havent you got them fucking
sergeant stripes sewn on yet?
The supply sergeant says theyre all
out. Theyre waiting on a new shipment.
Well, get some staff sergeant
stripes and cut em down.
Thatd be destruction
of government property, sir.
Well, I just hope to hell that
son of a bitch Griffin doesnt see it.
Its amazing how much profanity
goes on in the army...
when youre tuned to hear it.
Yeah, at ease, gentlemen.
Well done.
And, Corporal, if we could...
Id like the water
a little warmer tomorrow.
Give that razor a fighting chance
up there against the whiskers.
Okay. Lieutenant Ware,
Sergeant Knott.
Gentlemen, Id like you
to disregard...
all the rumors youve been
hearing around camp lately...
because now theres talk
of a imminent all-out enemy offensive.
Of course, the natural route for
any such offensive in this sector...
would obviously be
up these two roads...
and through this path
in the forest.
With that in mind,
three days ago, I sent out a patrol.
Now, that patrol
has not returned...
and, unfortunately,
they have not reported back.
Accordingly, Ive made
the following decisions.
Sergeant Knott...
at this particular clearing
in the forest...
