1:08:02
Come on, come on. Running on the spot.
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Begin! One, two, one, two...
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- Go on, Gripweed.
- I can't, Tranny.
1:08:12
Yes, you can. It's easy.
1:08:15
It gets easier. That's the thing about it.
The thing I hate more than anything else.
1:08:23
I'm not going to be able
to go home, you know.
1:08:26
A lad I know saved a grenade at Dunkirk.
Didn't drop it in the sandbag.
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Saved it, took it home
and put in on his stomach,
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holding it between belly and thigh,
and went to bed.
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Pin out, relaxed and died.
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It gets very easy.
1:08:46
I can look at a man, dead, step over him
ten times a day, going to the cookhouse.
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Not curious enough
to turn him over and see his face.
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Front lying... down!
1:08:59
I do blame them for that.
1:09:03
This way, sir.
1:09:06
I do blame them for that.
1:09:10
I used to be put off my supper should
I see a cat dead in the middle of the road.
1:09:15
Or a bird, leave alone a man, though
we didn't get much of that down our way.
1:09:22
- So you can.
- I won't, though.
1:09:25
- That's different, won't.
- This beats National Socialism, Gripweed!
1:09:31
I am glad I won't.
1:09:33
Don't move, sir, we're all in a minefield.
1:09:40
It's a very simple plan.
All my plans are simple plans.
1:09:45
Look at Dieppe. That was simple.
1:09:48
Wait until Arnhem.
That's going to be simple.
1:09:51
Gather your ammunition.
Leave your packs by the roller.
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- And have them whipped?
- No, Gripweed is coming with us.
1:09:57
I'm simple. Gather round me.
Can you hear me at the back?