This man is the man I have my mind on today and I'll tell you who he is: this is my opposite number, General Bogle, commanding the 2nd German Armor Division. Now I look at that face, I can read that character... this guy's a loser. Here I am sitting in his headquarters, I'm drinking his scotch... hell, I even got one of his broads hanging around here somewheres. The guy's a born loser... but you gentleman have not buried him yet. Now you call yourselves leaders of men?
They're putting up strong resistance, General.
Aw, c'mon, Roach, I flew over the battlefield this morning; why, I could march a divisional dress parade with band music right through the middle of their lines!
Well, what about our flanks, sir?
Aw, the hell with your flanks, Roach, how many times have I gotta tell ya forget about your flanks, willya?
Sir, there's still half a panzer division between here and Nancy...
Without gas. Without gas, gentlemen.
Oh, they're getting gas, sir, it's coming up at night.
How?
By truck.
The Air Force has got my orders to blow every bridge in this sector out of existence.
Yes, sir, and they're doing it. And the Germans, they're rebuilding the bridges every night.
Well, we're supposed to be blowing 'em up again in the daytime. Captain, get me those aerial photographs.
Right, sir.
General, last night someone gave orders to redirect our mortar fire against some damn crossroads.
Listen, Roach, I don't want any excuses outta you, ya hear me? All I want is to know why this loser of a general is keeping me the hell out of Nancy.
Sir, we haven't got the supplies - it's just a matter of logistics.
Logistics?
Yes, sir.
We got logistics comin' out of our ears! What we need is fighting spirit. The will to win! Where are those aerial photographs?
[Rummaging around for the photos]
I'm sorry, sir, they don't seem to be here.
They don't what?
[Still looking for the pictures]
I can't locate them, Sir.
Hey. [CPT Jablonski looks at Colt] Did you lose my aerial photographs?
