1:30:00
Right, you two, outside. Slit trench eight
yards from this wall. Move yourselves.
1:30:05
Do sit down.
1:30:14
Now, this is the job on which
the soldier's life and the battle depends.
1:30:19
As soon as the infantryman
reaches a new position,
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he starts to dig in with pick and spade.
1:30:27
To begin with,
cover is a hole in the ground,
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but as the enemy are rolled back
by succeeding waves of troops,
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the men immediately behind
start serious digging.
1:30:38
The infantryman's home in battle
is his slit trench.
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In a narrow five-foot hole,
he lives, sleeps, eats, and rests.
1:30:48
If the men are lucky, rations, great coats
and mail are brought to them after dark.
1:30:56
It's the missus again, of course.
1:30:59
She's having it away with a Yank now.
1:31:02
Hands across the sea,
straight up her woollies.
1:31:12
- Stop it!
- What are you laughing at?
1:31:21
I can't say it. I can say nothing.
1:31:25
I'd like to say what I feel,
but I can only tell you what I see.
1:31:30
The weather's not bad
and I still write to you.
1:31:35
The words look so young on paper
and we are grown people.
1:31:40
But I'll tell you. I do miss you.
"Moonlight Cocktail" is now all the rage.
1:31:47
...with an American soldier.
They're all over here now.
1:31:53
He thrust his great American hand
into my dress
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and I felt the utility material
of which it was made, parachute silk,