:01:04
Forward.
:01:14
Poor bastards. They didn't stand a chance.
:01:47
My dear Gilda...
:01:49
yesterday, in an ambush
behind the enemy lines...
:01:53
I killed a young Nationalist soldier.
:01:56
How inadequate those words seem.
:02:00
He was clutching a locket when he died...
:02:02
with a photograph of a young woman.
:02:06
I suppose, as I write this,
she's waiting for news of him...
:02:11
hoping against hope he is safe.
:02:14
Dearest Gilda...
:02:16
still no word from you,
which breaks my heart.
:02:20
I know that to you all wars are useless...
:02:23
and for us to risk our lives is a betrayal...
:02:27
of ourselves and of you.
:02:30
But my country's a part of me.
:02:33
And if I was not here,
I would be betraying myself...
:02:36
and even more, my brother.
:02:39
Believe me...
:02:40
my being here does not mean
I love you any less.
:02:45
Forgive me if you can...
:02:47
and know that I think of you all the time.
:02:51
I wonder if you are writing to either of us.
:02:54
But I do beg you, at least, to write to Guy.
:02:58
His unit is at Teruel...