How I Won the War
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- The man's mad, eh?
- No, he's not, sir.

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Working his ticket.
Put him somewhere, he might cop one.

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- I want to fight.
- Good lad.

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Is that a linear belt? It's very nice.
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Yes, well. Put some clothes on
and we'll see, eh?

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Ah! This damn sand.
When will it ever end?

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You see, the thing about fighting
a desert war is that it is a clean war.

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Without brutality. Clean-limbed, without
dishonourable actions on either side.

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Number 18, concerning the weather.
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What wretched, filthy, glorious,
disappointing weather we are having.

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And there are no civilians in the desert.
Except me. I'm a civilian.

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But what am I then?
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Well, try as I may, I can't see you
queuing for a number eight bus,

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jingling your fourpence.
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That's because I'm German.
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I think you are a civilian.
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Yes, certainly I am.
Don't be put off by the clothes we wear.

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We only wear these for fighting in.
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I expect I've grown out
of my Harris tweeds by now.

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Putting it that way, I think we all are.
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Yes, I think underneath
we are all blameless.

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- Hey, Franz, you are a civilian.
- A civilian?

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"Thank Christ for that" he said,
laying down his rifle and going home,

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so helping to perpetuate the dangerous
myth that soldiers don't like war.

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Which they do.

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