Devil's Men (2023)

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Dear Ma,

don't worry.

I'm okay.

They won't let me tell you

where we are.

The First Special Service Force

had our first major battle.

We had to climb a mountain

just to get to where we could

fight.

No other unit believed it could

be done.

And it was cold...

The first time I looked down my

r*fle sights aimed at a man...

was difficult.

Just target a German.

Don't sh**t 'til you have the

order.

I really don't want to k*ll

anybody.

I keep telling myself I am here

because it is my duty.

And dad expects me to fight.

Mon

ami,

he's not a man,

just a grey uniform.

Just a gray uniform.

I didn't have time to even

think about what I had done.

There was so much sh**ting

going on--

It was k*ll--

or be k*lled.

k*ll...

or my friends would die.

I hate it.

Get yourself down there.

This right here--

is the g*n that my daddy gave to

me.

One day this is going to be

your g*n.

Alright?

Always point your g*n in a safe

direction, Sam.

What's a safe direction?

Don't know.

It's where you won't hurt

somebody.

Always keep your g*n pointed

away from people.

I don't ever want to sh**t

nobody.

Well, that's good.

You keep your g*n pointed away

from people

and you won't.

Now this right here,

that's the rear sight--

and that is the front sight.

Always focus on the front sight

and you make sure your

target is dead center.

Okay?

Alright, now...

Never pull the trigger with the

crook of your finger.

Instead use the tip--

and you'll be way more accurate.

Okay? Go and try that out.

Now you notice how that

g*n tends to...

bounce around and not hold

still?

Yeah, I can't keep it on the

can.

Alright, what you do is

you let out all your air...

When you reach that point where

the air's all gone,

that's when you aim-

and squeeze off the shot

with the tip of your finger.

Go on now...

I did it! I did it!

Alright now, don't get

c*ck on me.

Sorry.

Listen, remember what I

told you...

focus,

breathe,

squeeze.

Now I want you to hit the rest

of them cans as fast as you can.

How's that?

Nice shootin' Sam.

You're going to be a fine, sharp

sh**ter one day.

Maybe you'll get a chance to do

what I could never do in the

Great w*r.

What did you do?

Well...

I was assigned to take care of

the horses

the entire w*r.

I never got a chance to

actually fight.

Some day you'll get a chance to

fight the next w*r.

Well...

you'll think differently when

they're shootin' at you and your

buddies.

I just wish you didn't

have to go.

Well, my number came up.

It's my duty to go.

I'll serve just like Dad--

in the Great w*r.

We're so proud of you, Sam...

right Ma?

You're going to be a fine

soldier.

Don't worry, Ma.

I'll be just fine.

This w*r will be over

and I'll be home before you can

say Jack Robinson.

Write to me everyone.

I'll write ya every

day!

- Bye, son.

- Bye.

Mail just got here.

From Sam!

Oh, Okay!

Alright...

'Dear Family,

This is just to let you know I

finished basic training

and got recruited to be part of

a new unit called

the First Special Service Force.

I'm being sent for training as a

paratrooper

and whatever else they need me

to do.

The camp is all the way over in

Helena, Montana.

If other units say it can't

be done,

that's when they'll send

for us.

So Dad, I think

I'll for sure not be taking care

of horses.

I'll let you know more about

it once I get there,

but for now that's all I

know.'

It's okay. It's okay...

Ma, you left out this part--

'Oh, I get paid an extra

50 bucks to be in this

paratrooper unit.'

Wow, an extra 50 bucks!

That's what I want to do when

I go.

- Same!

Sam's gonna be okay.

50 bucks!

This is good.

Name, soldier?

Private Samuel Byrne, Sir.

Private Byrne,

you will address me as Master

Sergeant Sanders

and never as "Sir."

That's a whole different kind of

animal.

Yes, Master Sergeant Sanders.

Byrne, you are in

Second Regiment, Second Company,

Hut 385.

Name?

Ernest Chipchase,

Canadian.

You a--

got something there on your lip.

I'm Jean Paul Sabourin,

as you can tell

I am French Canadian,

from Montreal, Quebec.

I just arrived today also.

Well, that's quite a mouthful.

I think I'll just call you

Frenchy.

C'est la vie.

I'm Sam Byrne,

from Wyoming.

Am I in the wrong hut?

I'm not Canadian.

Here's another proud

Canadian,

Private Jack Knight.

Nice to meet you.

What is that smell?

You a cowboy?

I'm a rancher.

But yeah,

I hang around cattle

and ride a horse.

Whatever you say, cowboy.

You got a long way to go to

catch up with us Canadians.

They told us to fall-in in five

minutes,

about five minute ago.

Pack your gear and

let's go.

This... is Captain Pat O'Neill.

He's our greatest resource

on hand-to-hand combat.

Listen closely.

It will save your life.

Right lads,

the enemy intends to k*ll ya.

So,

that means, if you want to

survive,

you must

take his weapon out of

commission.

You've got to incapacitate him

first.

And fast!

What's your name, young fella?

Byrnes, sir.

A good Irish name.

Come here to me.

I like to know the names of the

people I beat up.

Don't worry,

I won't bite ya,

unless I have to.

Right...

take this fake g*n in your

hand...

and come at me,

ready to k*ll.

Come on,

cowboy. Come on.

Don't worry, lads.

He'll come around soon.

Remember this,

and be aware.

If you use this,

or any other technique I teach

ya,

your enemy,

if he survives,

will come at ya,

fightin'

and ready to k*ll.

Are you all right there, young

Byrne?

Are you breathing okay?

Can you talk?

Yes, sir.

Looks like I was right.

One of those fighting Irish.

This soldier has moxie!

Grace, you really should

come.

You'll have fun.

Dance,

laugh,

have a good time.

Robin, going to that bar

is not what I call fun.

Drunk soldiers, loggers, miners,

all thinking they can have

their way with all the girls...

Not my idea of fun.

Well, I know you like to

dance

and there's plenty of that.

It'll be fun!

Gentlemen!

We must accomplish what we came

here for.

Let's go find some dames!

If you take too long to

ask,

someone else will beat you to

it.

And I'd really rather dance

with you

than one of those loggers or

miners over there.

I'm not such a good dancer,

but you can teach me, if you

like.

I learn quick.

I'm Grace Ford,

what's your name?

I'm Sam.

Sam Byrne from Wyoming.

I've never danced like this

before.

Well, hi Sam Byrne from

Wyoming.

This is the Swing.

Watch my feet...

Back,

step,

one, two, three.

Then do it to the other side.

That's pretty easy.

Try!

Here goes nothing!

Okay...

Well, look at that.

You do learn quick.

Let's have some fun.

Then he says,

then he says

"but Grace...

you can teach me,

I learn

very quick."

No, I.

Everyone, fall in!

Grab your empty rucksacks

and head outside.

Are you deaf? Let's go!

Let's go!

Just because it is night,

does not mean your day is over!

Double time, let's go, men,

let's go! Come on!

Fill your packs with these

rocks.

C'est fou!

I hope he doesn't

think we're

gonna carry these on our backs.

Your gear

hasn't arrived yet,

so we're using these rocks

until it does.

Come on, more rocks,

more rocks!

Let's go! Let's go!

Come on, men!

Let's go, this ain't no Sunday

walk through the woods!

Let's go!

My eighty-year-old grandmother

runs faster than you,

come on!

Come on, let's go,

come on!

Hey come on, get up.

Come on--

come on.

Leave him!

These dropouts will be sent

back where they came from.

Where do we dump the rocks,

Master Sergeant?

Those are your rocks,

Byrne.

Take good care of them.

They live with you, now.

They even sleep with you.

Go shower.

Be at breakfast in 15 minutes

and do not be late!

Hey.

Hey, Jones.

You guys know where

they'll be sending us?

No idea.

What about you, Knight?

I think we're the secret

suicide squad

meant to take out Hitler.

Where'd you hear that, Knight?

It's just word going around.

The suicide squad...

Where do you hear these

words going around?

Pivot, step, jump!

Pivot, step, jump!

Let's go, let's go!

Pivot, step, go!

Let's go, let's go!

Pivot, step, go!

Pivot, step, go!

Pivot, step,

and, go!

Not bad for your first try.

We're going to do this over,

and over,

until it becomes second nature.

Go to lunch.

Enjoy it!

It will be your last hot meal

for a while.

Last nights hike--

was just a warm up.

After lunch--

we go on another--

beautiful hike

in the mountains.

Master Sergeant,

we haven't slept.

The enemy won't let you

sleep, Knight,

and neither will I.

You think this is tough?

Just wait 'til you're laying in

mud.

Haven't eaten or slept in

days,

b*ll*ts buzzing by your head,

mortars exploding all over,

while all you can hear

are the screams of fallen

soldiers.

So you will not complain, do you

understand me?

- Yes, Master Sergeant

- I said do you understand me?

Yes, Master Sergeant.

Good.

Remember,

I... hiked with you.

And I am hiking with you again,

and I have had just as much

sleep as you--

which is none!

Move out!

Sunrise, and we have a long way

to go!

Unless you get moving, we're

going to miss breakfast.

Come on, let's go!

What? Are you not hungry?

Let's go, let's go! Come on!

Woo!

Alright.

'So say, I got a letter from Ma

just now,

and it seems I have a new

sister, Carol.

It seems hard to believe.

I sure hope I get to come home

and see her.'

Okay, well he'd better come

home!

'We went on a hike and come

back

after all night and a day of

hiking.

And-- we men got way ahead of

the rest,

and we went into a farm house

and called for a taxi.

And had him come and pick us up.

We knew if we didn't do

something

we'd miss chow.

We beat the rest back into camp,

and we ate real good.'

Sure sounds like Sam's

havin' nothin' but fun

and good food.

I don't know why everyone's so

worried about me signing up.

Well, let's see. Wait, there's

more, um.

'I was thinkin' we'd get

caught

from our prank and I'd get lucky

and get sent back to my original

unit,

and Master Sergeant never said

nothing.'

Lucky? To get sent

back?

What's lucky about that?

Hey, I think our hut

is the only one

that has all twelve

original bunkmates.

No washouts here!

Not yet.

Uh oh,

we're in trouble- I think we're

caught!

No washouts yet,

but we'll see what happens

tomorrow morning,

when you make your two jumps.

Then we'll know who has the

right stuff.

Mail call.

Knight.

Chipchase.

Sab-ow--

Sab-or--

Frenchy!

- Oui.

Jones.

And Byrne.

And that is it for today.

Tomorrow morning--

be ready.

Sam,

looks like we were not caught.

Tomorrow

is the day you've been looking

forward to...

Fifty bucks!

I still don't get why you

Americans

get an extra 50 bucks when we

don't.

Stupid bureaucrats.

Oh la la.

I am excited

that you were selected for

Special Force.

Being a paratrooper is

something to be proud of.

Be the best paratrooper they

have.

Your dad.

Six minutes!

Six minutes!

Get ready!

Get ready!

Stand up!

Stand up!

Hook up!

Hook up!

Stand at the door!

Go!

Go! Go!

Go!

Go! Go!

Go!

This was much easier than I

thought.

I did what you said, Chipchase.

I didn't look.

I just jumped.

Yeah, with a little help from a

friend.

Jump-master was just about to

pull you out of line.

If I hadn't pushed you out,

you'd be with the washouts

right now.

As I was comin' down,

I got thinkin' about being

shot...

While you're just up in the

air hangin' there,

you're an easy target!

I was thinking the same thing.

Look at those men up there.

They're sitting

ducks.

Germans could just

pick them right out of the sky.

Nowhere to hide.

Maybe we should have chickened

out like those others.

Gone back to our regular units.

This--

is a suicide squad.

Mon Dieu!

Not me!

I could never tell my dad that I

chickened out.

Dead or alive, I'm stayin'

in the Force.

He wrote to me.

I can't disappoint him now.

Come on, we gotta get to our

second jump.

She's not going to dance with

you, man.

You don't have to be

such a hoser, you know.

That boy sure is doll dizzy.

We got pinned today.

I'm officially a paratrooper.

I'm proud of you.

But I sure hope you don't get

sent to the w*r any time soon.

The latest scuttlebutt is

that it won't be long.

Come on.

Dis knife,

was specifically created for

this unit.

It's designed to k*ll-

quick

and quiet.

Corporal Byrne?

- Yes, sir?

- Stand here.

Good man.

The best way to use your knife

is to slit throats.

Dis will k*ll your man

before he can call out.

Just pull the head to the side,

stab

all the way through.

Pull it forward,

cuttin' through da throat.

Or another way,

is to stab right through

the skull.

This knife,

will go right through his ribs

straight to the heart.

And ya see this?

This is called a skull crusher.

Yeah.

You know what to do with that.

Keep yer knife sharp!

Okay, pair up.

Practice.

Hey, where's

Matthews?

Hey, mate!

Our showers are packed.

Do you mind?

It's empty. Have at

it.

Grace,

you look gorgeous.

Thanks!

You look swell yourself.

Thanks.

Um...

Do you know "Hold

Me"?

Okay.

Hold me.

Remember words we've spoken.

Promises I whisper softly

in your ear.

To keep our love

and hold it, dear.

Hold me in your heart

when you can't--

Well, look at that.

The man's a crooner.

C'est incroyable.

When you're dreaming...

Hold me.

Forever, darling

hold me.

While I sleep

I'll dream

- a dream of loving you.

- Down, up, down

'Til I come home

- Up, down

and it comes true.

Until the day I see your

face.

I pray I'm kept

by heaven's grace.

Hold me close and keep

my heart

with lock and key.

With this pen and paper.

Cross the land and over

skies and

stormy seas.

I'll be sending my love.

My love...

To you, love

And to the heart that's

holding

me...

Gentlemen!

Today, is your last day of

training.

Tomorrow,

we go to w*r.

Where are we headed, Master

Sergeant?

We are headed to w*r.

We're going to a place where

others have tried,

and failed.

And so they sent for us.

As you were.

Sam!

Sam!

What a great surprise to see

you, Grace.

But I hate to say goodbye.

Me too.

But I had to tell you how much

I'll miss you.

Put this in your pocket

and read it after you're gone.

All aboard!

I have to go,

the train is leaving.

Dearest Sam,

I never thought I'd meet

someone like you.

You are kind,

a true gentlemen.

Yet strong when you need to be.

And you have become such a good

dancer!

I will write to you often.

Please write back so that I

know that you are okay.

Our objective,

is to clear the Germans

out of the Mount La Difensa

area,

so we can travel the road to

Rome

safely.

How can we get to them?

They're on top of that

mountain

and the only way up is that

cliff.

Every unit that tried failed.

With all due respect to those

men,

they have no experience

mountain climbing.

We do.

We can do that.

We are to climb this

cliffside

in the dead of night.

The Germans have left the area

completely undefended.

They're confident no one can

climb the mountainside.

I guess they don't know

about the Force.

If you encounter Germans

before we commence the attack,

use hand-to-hand combat

and stay quiet.

We must take them by surprise.

Van Ausdale, Fenton.

We're counting on you two to

climb to the top,

anchor ropes, and help get

Force-men up there

without the Krauts knowing we're

coming.

This won't take long.

Two ropes come down,

you men can start your climb...

without us having to call out,

that way we can stay quiet.

Questions?

Godspeed, men.

Move out!

Let's go

surprise some Krauts.

Stay quiet.

Target them but don't sh**t

until I signal.

Use your knife if you have to.

Just target a

German.

Mon ami,

he is not a man,

just a gray uniform.

Just a gray uniform.

Don't sh**t till you have the

order.

I thought we got 'em

all!

They're coming from

that ridge over there!

- Cover!

- Get down! Get down!

Fire mortars on the saddle

leading to Remetanea.

But we're gettin' hit by

mortars and machine g*ns

from the ridge toward Camino.

No, we're getting hit by both.

Our orders are to fire at

Remetanea with

everything we've got.

Remetanea it is.

We need to give the British more

time to take out Camino.

If they can't,

we can.

How bout that,

no blood!

I was saved

by the hard as a rock sugar

cubes

I've been saving in my pocket.

You--

you are a blessed man, mon ami.

Angels

are watching over you.

You okay?

Never better.

I'm headed down to get the

resupply started.

Good, cause we're

going to need it.

Remember your training.

Use German g*ns.

Giddyap, cowboy.

Sam,

you saved my life.

You did what you had to do.

You had to do it.

Look at his face...

He's just a kid!

I k*lled a kid!

- No, no, Sam.

He was going to k*ll me!

I can't believe I k*lled a kid!

- Hey, hey, hey!

It's not your fault the Germans

use kids.

I k*lled him!

Come on, we've got to go,

we've got to go.

Go, go, go!

I might not wake up for a few

days.

I might not wake up

until the next w*r.

I'm going to stay tucked

inside this

fart sack for a long time.

'Dearest Sam,

How I miss you so.

I hope you are safe and well.

Remember your promise to me

to come home safe.

Wherever you go,

whatever you have to do,

know that I long for your return

when we can go dancing again,

and walking in the moonlight.

Well, I hope you

boys are feeling festive.

It looks like we're going to be

spending Christmas

in the b*ttlefield.

Wouldn't you know.

Joyeux Noel!

We are supply packers

and litter carriers

until First takes the objective,

Hill 720.

Just don't die on

Christmas.

If you do,

your family will hate Christmas

every year forever.

I can't die on Christmas.

If I did,

my mother would k*ll me.

Nobody dies on

Christmas, alright?

Now, go get your stretchers

and supply packs from the

Quarter Master.

Cover!

Move, Move.

Medic!

Medic!

Medic!

Move.

Move.

Sam!

Sam!

Sam!

Sam?

How about that!

It happened again!

No blood!

Angels,

mon ami!

Angels.

Uh, okay...

Get down! Get down!

Take cover! Come on!

Master Sergeant!

Don't worry, Master

Sergeant.

Ahhh!

- We'll get a medic to you.

They'll take good care of you

down there!

You saved us!

You can't die.

Hang on! We'll get you to the

medic!

I'm not going to make it.

I want you two to make it.

Survive.

The people of Italy need you.

Hang in there Master

Sergeant.

You have to make it.

Clear this road to Rome.

Kiss an Italian girl, for me.

No,

no, no!

You can't die- no!

We have to stay strong,

fight,

and survive.

Unless we do,

he dies for nothing.

Stay strong, mon ami,

stay strong.

We can't leave him here.

We need to bring him down.

Medic!

Medic!

My friend is down.

Over here.

I don't have to ask

what's wrong, I can see it.

Open your shirt so I can see

your skin.

I can't--

I can't get it.

You feeling sick?

Yeah.

Sick to my stomach.

Weak.

Am I dyin'?

Is your pee looking a weird

color?

Really dark.

I heard when your pee turns

black,

it means you're gonna die.

Nah, it just means your

pecker's gonna dry up

and fall off.

No way.

Really?

Jeep's here, let's get you on

it.

You're going to the hospital

with

advanced yella' jaundice.

- Is that bad?

- Well it ain't good.

that's why you're going to the

hospital.

You shoulda' said something

sooner.

Now let's hope it's not too

late.

Let's hope there are

pretty nurses at the hospital,

and not just ugly medics like

this guy.

Stay alive, mon ami.

What's your problem?

Nothing.

I'm just here for my friend, I'm

fine.

He's very sick. He'll

be in the hospital a while.

If he gets better they'll

send him back to your unit.

If he gets better?

How bad is this?

Guys usually survive.

But he should've said something

sooner

to have a better chance.

Sorry.

Hey Ma, letter from

Sam.

Oh.

Okay.

He's in the hospital.

What?

You better read it, Robert.

Alright, um...

'Dear family,

They sent me to the hospital.

I have been there three weeks

and I have yellow jaundice.

They say I almost died

when I came in.

But I should be out to my unit

in a day or two.

I sure will be glad

when this w*r is over

and the k*lling stops.

You know, I have been in a long

as dad

was in the last World w*r.'

Hey, it is good to see

you back from the hospital.

Yellow turns to black, no?

Yeah it's good to be back.

Orders are to sneak in,

slit their throats,

and be gone before they know

what hit them.

Bon?

Okay, let's go.

I surrender, I surrender!

Don't k*ll me!

Hands up! Hands up!

Alright,

come on, come on.

He must have

surrendered cause he saw

what we did to his buddies.

Yeah,

well, if I saw a German do that

to you and Chipchase,

I'd be shootin', not

surrenderin'.

Well, who knows,

he's young and scared.

Jean's right.

Maybe, but keep a close

eye.

I don't trust any German.

Woah, woah!

I-- I don't want to k*ll

you.

I hope you don't want to k*ll

me.

I think he is so scared, he

pissed his trousers.

I can smell it from here.

You have a chance to live.

I don't want to k*ll you,

unless I haf'ta.

Don't make me haf'ta.

I am the same as you.

I-- I don't want to die.

I don't want to k*ll.

I just want to go home,

and make love to

beautiful women.

Hey Hans,

you're okay.

We're a lot alike, you and me.

We have to turn you in,

but I hear they treat you guys

pretty good.

How do you know my name?

Hans?

Really?

Well, actually, that's what I

call all you Germans.

How do you know English?

My father

was a professor,

at Harvard,

you know,

in Boston? Go Red Sox.

Come on...

They will interrogate you.

Just tell them everything you

know

and they'll treat you swell.

I hate this w*r.

I don't hate anyone enough to

k*ll them.

I just... I hate this w*r.

Yeah,

well, blame the w*r on that

as*h*le, Hitler.

If it weren't for him

we'd all be home makin' love to

beautiful women

instead of killin' each other.

'Dear Grace,

I am well and staying safe

like you asked.

It sounds like this w*r is

coming to an end soon.

I sure hope so.

Frenchy says we should all get

together after the w*r.

I sure wish I was with you,

in your arms,

dancing and having fun.

I don't deserve you.

I'm so glad you gave me your

picture.

I keep it with me all the time.

All my love to you,

Sam.'

Thanks, Chaps.

I'm General

Frederick's translator.

Are you the men who captured

the German with the diary last

night?

Yeah, that's us.

The General asked me

to tell you

what we found in the diary.

Something about beautiful women?

This is the last entry he made

in the diary.

"The men in the baggy pants

attacked at night

and were everywhere all at once.

We can never tell where those

Schwarze Teufel-- Black Devils--

will be."

I guess we're not the only

ones scared as hell.

That's comforting.

This prisoner was very

scared of us.

That's why he surrendered.

He thought we would.

Hey translator,

teach me how to say

"surrender and live"

in German.

"Gib dich hin und lebe".

Gib dich hin und lebe?

Gib dich hin und lebe.

I think I get what you're

planning.

There will be a knife at

their throat when I say it.

- The'll say: "Ich gebe auf" if

they do surrender.

"Ich gebe auf."

Good luck.

That one we brought in,

Hans,

he was just a kid.

Like my kid brother.

I don't want to k*ll kids.

Taking prisoners

is better than k*lling kids.

Baggy pants?

I always thought they were

rather stylish.

It has been a long time

since there have been no clouds.

Look at those stars.

Makes me think about God a bit.

Sometimes,

I wonder whose side God is on.

I don't know much.

I'm just a cowboy from Wyoming

who never sees the inside of a

church.

But I know God takes no sides

in w*r.

This killin' is wrong, on

both sides.

He's pissed as hell at all of

us.

If there is a God,

he's not happy.

Sam,

I have a serious question to

ask of you.

You're gonna talk about

dyin' aren't ya?

I wrote a letter to my family.

You should do the same.

If I die

all you have to do is mail it.

I will do the same for you.

It's here,

- in my pocket.

- You ain't dying.

so put it out of your mind.

Okay? That letter will never

get read.

Please,

mon ami,

this is serious.

Promise me.

I promise.

But you better not die.

Remember?

We got angels watchin' over

us.

No.

Those are your angels, mon ami.

I just have to stay close

enough that

maybe they will help me too.

'Ma, You said in your letter

I would probably like to see Ras

over here.

No, I wouldn't.

Anybody but him,

or anyone else out of the

family.'

That's not fair. He can go,

but I can't?

Just keep reading.

'Just a few lines to let

you know

I am feelin' fine,

and I received your letter and

sagebrush okay.

I know how Dad felt when he got

his sagebrush overseas.

It makes you feel closer to

home in a far off way.

It's hard to write this on

the stock of my g*n,

but it is the only thing I can

find that...

is flat to write on.

Well Ras, just between you and

me and this foxhole I'm in,

I don't see how I came out

alive

from some of them tight scrapes.

I got hit

and should have died three

different times.

But Frenchy says angels are

protecting me.

I think I've aged twenty years.

There are only two chaplains

here

and they are Catholic and

Protestant.

So I go to the Protestant one

twice a week.'

Wow, never would've guessed

that.

w*r has a way of makin' a man

turn to God.

Cause he knows at any minute

he can meet his maker.

We have been ordered to

use these.

When you k*ll a German,

place it on his helmet,

uniform,

somewhere where it is sure to be

found.

What the hell does it mean?

"The worst is yet to come."

Colonel-- I mean, General

Frederick

says it is intended to

demoralize them.

It has our symbol,

the "Black Devils".

It's what that prisoner Hans

called us.

Who's more scared,

us or them?

This card makes me feel a lot

better.

Gib dich hin und

lebe.

Ich gebe auf. Ich gebe

auf.

You never said how many

prisoners you wanted to take.

Tonight no one dies.

Every German we find,

we capture.

Let's go find more!

Tonight,

we make German mothers happy.

Gib dich hin und lebe.

Schwarze Teufel. Ich

gebe auf.

Ich gebe auf.

Time to get these prisoners

to HQ.

Get them on their feet. Let's

go.

Vormarsch!

What?

I know a little German,

I learned it in school.

You heard the man.

Vormarsch!

Lets go!

German prisoners for you.

That's quite a few.

Well, they surrendered.

Nice job, men.

Looks like your plan worked,

Byrne.

They surrendered without any

resistance,

thanks to your lesson.

Well, given the choice

between surrender or die,

what would you do?

Sergeant Byrne, General

Frederick asked me to tell you

he needs to meet with you about

a mission.

I'll head there now.

General Frederick wants us

to take out House 14.

There are sn*pers k*lling

anyone that comes near.

What's the situation?

There are a couple sn*pers

embedded in

or around House 14.

No one can find them to take

them out.

It's wide open all around,

no cover,

so they can see you coming.

That's suicide.

No, no, it's not.

We just need to get close

enough

that sharpsh**ter Sam here

can get those sn*pers.

We move in tonight.

Let's go get some chow.

They are really well

concealed.

I'm not seein' a muzzle flash

anywhere.

There! Top window.

Way inside.

Next flash,

we all fire.

One of us should be able to get

him.

No!

Sam, Sam...

Thank you for being my friend.

No. No. No, no, no!

Hey, you're not gonna die.

Just hang on, you're going to

be okay.

I am sorry, mon ami.

I feel the life leaving me.

You--

You must live.

Go to Rome.

Kiss--

a beautiful Italian woman for

me.

Mail--

my letter.

No, Frenchy! Hey, Frenchy.

Frenchy!

He didn't sh**t back.

I think we k*lled him.

It's time to head back.

I see him, get down!

You asked for it!

It's you, or me!

He's mine!

Cease fire.

He's mine!

I think he's

dead.

I'm going to make certain.

No more of our men are gonna

die.

He goes to hell,

right now!

I hope Frenchy and Chipchase

saw that.

I'm gonna carry Frenchy.

You men need to take Chipchase.

Sergeant

Byrne,

Jean was a good man.

I know you two were buddies.

These are Frenchy's things.

Would you see that they get to

his family?

Of course.

He made me promise to send this

to his family

if anything happened.

But that German ruined it.

I don't think his family should

see this.

I think you're right.

I made some hot chocolate.

I have real chocolate, real

milk.

Come,

join me.

Come on.

Sorry,

I don't have any sugar.

I've been savin' my lucky

sugar cubes.

They uh...

they saved my life.

Thanks.

So how do you feel?

Frenchy was my best friend.

Chipchase was next in line.

The good book says:

'Greater love hath no man

than this,

that a man

gives his life for his friends.'

How do you feel about what you

had to do?

Well that's the thing,

Chaps.

I uh,

I thought I couldn't k*ll

anyone.

But then I did,

a bunch of times.

And now I just k*lled that

sn*per

who got my friends.

D'you know what?

It felt good.

I'm a k*ller--

and I'll be out there doin'

it again, and again.

Until this w*r ends,

or, uh, until I die.

You saved lives.

You stopped him from k*lling

more of our men.

You have to try to put this out

of your head.

Just don't dwell on it.

It's not that easy, Chaps.

It's all around me every day.

I k*ll, and others k*ll and get

k*lled.

It's not something you can put

out of your head.

Maybe some day.

But not today.

Thanks,

this was good.

Hi--

'Dearest Grace,

I wish I could say the w*r will

be over soon.

But it doesn't look that way.

Men are dying all around me

every day.

But I survive.

I don't know what makes me

so special.

Your letters bring me happiness.

I read them over and over again.

But I'm not the same person you

danced with.

I don't know if I will ever be

that guy

ever again.

This w*r--

has made me into a k*ller.

You deserve better.

I hope you will meet someone

who makes you happy.

I hope--

I will come to know

why all this happens.

I hope.'