I can't murder anybody.
We don't murder; we kill.
It's the same thing.
The hell it is, Griff. You don't murder animals; you kill 'em.
I can't murder anybody.
We don't murder; we kill.
It's the same thing.
The hell it is, Griff. You don't murder animals; you kill 'em.
How do you say "push" in French?
Poussez.
Pussy! Pussy! Pussy!
Did I kill the guy that killed me?
Yes.
Killing insane people is not good for public relations.
Killing sane people is okay?
That's right.
What do you think?
What the hell is it?
It's a "one". First Infantry Division. The Red One; think General Pershing will like it?
Oh, sure.
I got the idea from the cap of a Hun I killed.
When?
About an hour ago
Did he yell out anything?
Oh, the same old Kaiser stuff, you know, "the war's over," all that junk.
Finish it.
Sir?
Finish it. The Armistice was signed, at eleven o'clock this morning. The war's been over for four hours. You didn't know it was over.
...He did.
A quarter of a century later that piece of cloth from a dead Hun's hat had become famous all over the world. It was the insignia of the First Infantry Division. The Fightin' First. The Big Red One.
Would you look at how fast they put the names of all our guys who got killed?
That's a World War One memorial.
But the name's are the same.
They always are.
I can understand you being horny and all, Fritz... but you have bad breath.
By now we'd come to look at all replacements as dead men who temporarily had the use of the arms and legs. The came and went so fast and so regularly that sometimes we didn't even learn their names. Truth is, after a while, we sort of avoided gettin' to know them.
Saving that Kraut was the final joke of the whole goddamned war. I mean we had more in common with him than all our replacements who got killed whose names we never even knew. We'd all made it through we were alive. I'm gonna dedicate my book to those who shot but didn't get shot, because it's about survivors. And surviving is the only glory in war, if you know what I mean.
The Bangalore Torpedo was 50' long and packed with 85 pounds of TNT and you assembled it along the way. By hand. I'd love to meet the asshole who invented it.
Those Sicilian women cooked us a terrific meal. I'ts too bad they were all over fifty. We were more horny than we were hungry.
You know how you smoke out a sniper? You send a guy out in the open and you see if he gets shot. They thought that one up at West Point.
You're going to live, even if I have to blow your brains out.