"Shhhh." "Late as usual, Braddock." "I lost my watch." "You sold your watch, to me." "Then give it back." "I won't be late again." "Braddock." "I lost my watch, Sir." "It's not that." "Checkmate King." "Get me Kevin Harper." "Yes Sir." "You got Capt. Harper yet?" "The radio don't work, Sir." "Why doesn't it work?" "Well, the uh," "The batteries seem to be dead sir." "The batteries were dead yesterday." "Didn't you get some new ones from supply like I told you to?" "Yes Sir." "I picked up some new ones but, it seems to be that..." "Well then why doesn't the..." "What do you want, Bialos?" "Yeah, what do you want Bialos?" "Nothing, Sir, nothing." "Nothing." "Nothing." "Hey, aren't you.." "Aren't you Lieut." "Booker's runner?" "Yes, Sir, first platoon." "Then why don't you start running." "Can't you see the Lieutenant's very busy." "Do you have a message from Lieut." "Booker?" "No, no, Sir." "No, no, no message." "Then what are you." "Then what are you doing out of your platoon area?" "What are you doing out of your platoon area?" "I asked you a question soldier." "I came over to see Braddock, Sir." "How do you like that Lieut." "Right in the middle of the war, he came to pay a social call." "Go on." "Beat it." "Beat it." "Not till I get my rations back." "Rations?" "What are you talking about?" "What rations?" "I traded you nine good boxes of K-rations for these crummy batteries." "Where are the rations?" "They're in my foxhole, Sir." "Go get em on the double Bialos and get your tail back to your platoon area." "Yes Sir." "And make sure that's all you take, otherwise you're not gonna bump pay." "Braddock!" "Yes Sir." "So you traded some good batteries for some K-rations, huh." "Oh no, Sir." "No, Sir." "What are these?" "These are dead batteries, Sir." "I tried em, but I'd never trade good batteries, Sir." "You mean you conned him out of K-rations for some dead batteries." "Well, it's like they say Sir." "You can't cheat an honest man." "That's what they say." "I don't know whether you ever heard them say that Sir, but I" "I think you are very clever." "Heh, he." "Thank you Sir." "Thinking all the time, aren't you." "Well, I, I try, Sir." "Do you like being my runner, or would you rather go back in the line with your squad." "Well, I'd like to be where I'm most valuable to the platoon Sir." "Where you think that is, Braddock?" "Well, that's for the Lieut. to decide." "No, I want you to decide this one." "I don't understand, Sir." "Very simple." "You think you ought to be here as my runner, or do you think you ought to be back in the line with your squad." "Where do you think you'll be of the most value." "Well, I'd like to be a runner Sir." "Good." "Ahh, Yes Sir." "Now, here's our situation." "We're stuck here." "We can't go forward, and we can't go back." "I have to advise company." "We can't use the telephone because the line isn't in yet." "And we can't use the radio because the batteries are dead." "The batteries are dead on the radio, Sir." "That only leaves me one thing to do, and that is..." "Send a runner." "Oh, I kinda see what you mean Sir." "You mean, send a runner." "You're very smart Brad." "You're gonna go far." "You mean I'm gonna go far in the Army, Sir." "Or do you mean I'm gonna go far through that rough area back to company." "Well, which ever way you do it, you're gonna find an easy way." "Now you've got 10 minutes to get ready to get out of here." "I'll draw an overlay of our position." "Listen." "If the Lieut. would prefer, Sir, I go back to my squad, it will help you out Sir." "I mean..." "You've got 10 minutes, Braddock." "Me and my big mouth." "You and your big mouth who?" "Me and my big mouth, Sir." "Me and my big mouth." "(A shell rips overhead.)" "(A distant explosion)" "You okay?" "Ptew, ptew." "A mouthful of mud." "How is it out there?" "Not a prayer." "They dug in deep." "Lieut." "They had four years to dig." "Armor won't help." "Tanks won't have a chance." "We can't get any AIR until the soup clears." "I heard we captured a kraut colonel." "Is that true Lieut." "Yeah." "Col. Hoffman." "Well maybe S2, can get something out of him." "They haven't yet." "Why don't we pull back." "Last word from company was No and I hope it stays that way." "Krauts can't get any height with their 88's except to harass us." "We pull back any further, they slaughter us." "(artillery shell rips close by)" "Blam!" "Now they lob the anti-aircraft shells straight up." "Cheats, huh." "Halt." "Who's there." "Braddock, 2nd platoon." "With a message for Capt. Harper." "Approach and give the password." "Approach and give the password." "Queens knight." "How long have you been in combat kid." "Ever since yesterday." "Ever since yesterday." "You know you stand guard like that, and you won't live to see tomorrow." "You gotta dig a hole." "Or climb a tree." "And you gotta make sure that you spot them before they spot you." "Versteche?" "Yes Sir." "Is Capt. Harper inside?" "Yes Sir." "Go right in Sir." "Thanks." "Yes Sir." "I don't know how to tell you this, but I'm not a Sir." "Been in combat one day, huh." "Captain Sir." "Private Braddock." "2nd Platoon." "Braddock." "Will wonders never cease." "At ease." "Thank you Sir." "How did you ever manage to get yourself saddled with the dirty detail." "I volunteered Sir." "Naw." "Don't hand me that." "The only thing you ever volunteered for was a 3-day pass." "Yes Sir." "Okay." "What have you got." "How's the platoon?" "We got plenty of trouble Sir." "They're lobbing anti aircraft shells on us." "Here's an overlay of our position." "We can't go forward." "We can't go back." "We gotta dig in." "(Phone is ringing)" "Lieut." "Hanley wants you to know,we're right about,right about here Sir." "We need help." "Checkmate King." "Lieut." "Geroux." "Yes Sir." "Yes Sir." "Yes Sir." "...what you heard." "Yes Sir." "That'll be all." "That was Battalion, Sir, We have to send over a driver for Colonel Clyde." "This company is not in the business of supplying Col. Clyde with drivers." "Uh." "Shall I tell them to tie a knot Sir." "No." "The Col. wants to inspect our positions personally." "He wants a man from our lines who knows the positions exactly." "Just for a day or so." "I don't have anybody I can send him." "The whole company is up on the line." "I've only got a skeleton crew here." "I used to drive a cab in Chicago, Sir." "You get back to your platoon Braddock." "As soon as possible." "I know all the company positions too Sir." "How?" "Well, I'm Lieut." "Hanley's runner." "I been to them all." "The idea of driving Col. Clyde around appeal to you?" "No Sir." "It sounds quite dangerous." "Then why you bidding for this detail." "Well I want to be where I can be of the most value to the company, Sir." "Well, how about it, Capt." "Alright." "You're in, send him." "I'll notify Hanley we preempted his boy." "Come on." "Braddock." "Yes Sir?" "Someday when we both have more time, I'd like you to explain something to me." "I'd like that Sir." "I'd like to explain something Sir." "I'd like to spend some time with you Sir." "I'd like to know how you always manage to get dumped into a trough full of sheep dip, and come up smelling like Napoleon brandy." "Yes Sir." "Sergeant." "I'm Braddock." "K company." "Captain Harper told me to report to Colonel Clyde on the double." "I'm his new driver." "Where you been Braddock." "The Colonel's been screaming." "I had to stop at supply and get some stuff." "Well the Col. will be ready to go in about 30 minutes." "You better get cleaned up and maybe you better get a new uniform." "Corporal." "Show Braddock here where the shower point is, see he gets a new issue, and see that he gets back here in 30 minutes." "(Loud shouting)" "Did you hear me calling you Sgt?" "Yes Sir." "When I call you I expect you to respond then." "Not a week later." "Yes Sir." "Sgt. When they moved my field desk n there, there were 36 cigars in the lower left hand drawer, right?" "Yes Sir." "There are only 35 cigars in the lower left hand drawer now." "Yes Sir." "HOW DO YOU ACCOUNT FOR IT!" "Did you count the one you're smoking, Sir." "Thank you Sgt." "What is that?" "That's your new driver, Sir." "We're losing the war." "I don't care what GHQ says, we're losing the war." "What's your name, soldier." "Soldier B, Brad, Sir,Braddock Sir." "Sir Braddock." "What are you, some kind of a knight or something?" "No Sir, private. private, private Braddock." "I'm a private." "What'd you got on your legs." "Those are pants Sir." "Camouflage." "WHO YOU HIDING FROM, US?" "We're losing the war." "I don't care what they say." "Sgt. What happened to Col. Clyde's other driver?" "Forget I asked." "I don't even want to know." "(Braddock is singing in the shower.)" "Sgt. Wilson." "What's everybody standing around sucking on a prune pit for." "Where's the driver?" "I'm ready." "He's almost ready Sir." "I forgot my cigars." "I'll get em." "I'll get them, Sir." "You don't know where they are." "I moved them." "I'll get them." "And that driver better be here when I get back or you'll be driving me." "Yes Sir." "Braddock!" "What's the matter with you Braddock." "You trying to get us both in jail." "I'm ready, I'm ready Sgt. Hustle." "Hustle." "What's the matter with you?" "What's his hurry?" "Hustle." "Hustle." "I'm going." "What's the matter with you?" "Hey." "I gotta go back." "I forgot my stuff." "What stuff?" "What stuff?" "My dog tags, my wallet." "Everything's in there." "Stay right here Braddock." "I'll get it." "You stay right here." "You got it." "I got it." "You'll get it." "You'll get it." "I got it." "I feel like I had it." "That's better Braddock." "You look a little more like a soldier now." "Thank you, Sir." "Well come on." "You gonna stand around sucking on a prune pit all day." "Let's go." "Yes Sir." "Move over." "I'll drive." "Huh?" "What did you say soldier." "Huh Sir." "I said move over." "I'll drive." "Yes Sir." "I said move over." "I'll drive." "Yes Sir." "Yeah, I just love to drive" "Used to race a little before the war." "Mostly Midgets." "You ever drive a Midget." "They wouldn't drive with me, Sir." "Sorry, Sir." "(Tires squeal)" "Gimme those glasses." "Braddock." "Yes Sir." "Come here." "That K company down there?" "Yes Sir." "What company you with." "K company, Sir." "Would you like to be down there." "Well, Sir." "I like to be where I'm most valuable to..." "Yes Sir." "I'd like to be back with K company, Sir." "Well, Let's move out." "Achoo." "Achoo...achoo." "What's the matter." "Braddock." "I'm sneezing, Sir." "I know you're sneezing." "I want to know why." "I think it's a draft, Sir." "Take my coat." "No, no, no." "I said take my coat." "Yes Sir." "Achoo." "(speaking German)" "I'm okay Col." "What the... (German)" "(German)" "Okay Fritz, you got me." "I'm not gonna argue." "(German)" "You guys sure are formalot." "What's the scoop." "What's next?" "(German)" "Listen." "I'm all alone." "There's nobody else here with me." "Why don't we get out of here before it gets dark." "I'm alone." "Comprends venous." "(German)" "Listen." "I don't have any beads or salt, but would you guys like a stogie." "(German)" "Say, you know something." "I got you guys all wrong." "You got wonderful manners." "Say, if you treat me this good, what would you do for an off..." "Oh no." "You guys got the wrong idea." "I'm a private." "I'm no officer." "I'm a buck private." "Private Braddock." "Serial number 31326933" "You got the wrong idea." "There's a terrible mistake." "Now listen." "I'm a private." "I'm a goldbrick." "I'm a dog face." "I don't even like officers." "Look it you guys." "Serial no. 31326933 Listen to me." "I'm a private." "(Braddock continues protesting)" "(German)" "Look." "Doesn't somebody around here speak English." "I'm a private." "You guys are gonna get me court-martialed for impersonating an officer." "(German)" "I'm Capt. Gemmerman, Col. May I have your name." "Yes Sir." "I'm glad somebody speaks English around here.." "There's has been a terrible mistake." "I'm a private." "I'm no Col." "I do not understand." "You see, I borrowed this coat." "The Col. loaned it to me when I was sneezing." "And I must have picked up his helmet by mistake when we turned over trying to miss that cow on the road." "(German)" "Sir, you will be treated with all respect due to your rank under the conditions of the Geneva Convention." "And I must have your name." "Braddock." "Buck private Braddock." "Serial number 31326933 I'm a buck private." "Braddock." "ha ha ha" "What's so funny." "What are you laughing at?" "You Americans have quite a sense of humor." "We have captured many enlisted men, who claim to be officers hoping for better treatment." "But you're the first officer who claims to be an enlisted man." "I am." "Private Braddock." "I was Col. Clyde's driver." "(German)" "Yeah, yeah." "Okay Charlie. yeah." "Would you like to have a seat Col." "Oh yeah." "(German)" "Hey." "Would you like a cigar." "They're the Colonel's." "They're pretty good too." "Thank you, Sir, but I do not smoke." "Do you sit." "Would you sit down." "You're making me nervous." "Yes Sir." "Will you knock off that Sir stuff." "You know, every time you call me that, I think Col. Clyde is standing behind me." "You still don't believe me, do you." "It makes no difference if I believe you." "You may be a private." "You may be a Colonel." "Others will decide." "As long as you're in my charge, I shall treat you as a Col." "Would you like to have something to eat Colonel?" "Some food?" "Well, I might as well give in." "Nobody believes me here." "Yeah, I'd like some food." "And listen, while you're at it," "I'd like some of that cog nack." "I understand that you guys cornered the market on the stuff." "It is cognac." "Yes Sir." "Conyak?" "I always thought it was cog nack." "Is Col. Clyde back in?" "Not yet." "Why does that man continually have to run around in the front lines in that hopped up Jeep." "I think he likes it Sir." "Don't tell me he likes it Sgt." "I've known Flabby Clyde for 15 years." "If it's fast, he likes it." "Yes Sir." "I know that." "But he's still the best fighting soldier you'll ever see." "Yes Sir." "Right." "When was he due back." "Two hours ago, Sir." "You know something." "This being an officer isn't half bad." "Neither is this food." "I'd like to capture your cook." "(Talking German on phone)" "(giving info in German)" "What was that all about?" "We're going to take you, and the other prisoners back to Regiment." "Other prisoners." "How come I had nothing to do with them." "Why you keeping me separated." "The others are enlisted men Col." "So am I. I keep on telling you that." "All right, Col. We must go now." "You may have the cognac." "You may take it with you if you like." "Yeah, I'd like." "(German)" "At ease, men." "Hey Colonel." "How about getting these guys a beer." "Tell your boy to knock it off, Captain." "(German)" "You mean you haven't been fed today." "Not today." "Only once yesterday." "A box of K-rations would seem like a feast right now." "How about that." "They fed me pretty well." "You are an officer." "A field grade officer at that." "These men are enlisted men." "Don't you feed your enlisted men." "Of course." "But according to the Geneva..." "Don't stand around sucking on a prune pit." "I want these men fed and I want them fed right now." "Do you understand." "They were supposed to be fed." "Right now, otherwise I don't move." "Well?" "(exchange in German language)" "We're prisoners of war." "Of course we don't have to let them mistreat us, do we." "Thank you very much." "Thank you." "Thank you, Capt." "Men." "How long has it been since you tasted real cognack." "(German)" "Is there a problem Capt." "It is not customary to serve cognac to prisoners." "Colonel." "You served it to me." "We breaking the customs today Capt." "Ha ha ha." "Here's to the Col." "What is your name Sir." "Col. Clyde." "Well, here's to Col. Clyde." "Col. Clyde." "Well don't stand around sucking on a prune pit." "If we're gonna move, let's move." "(German)" "Hold it." "Wait a minute." "Stop the car." "You mean those men are walking while I'm gonna ride." "There's not enough room for them in the car." "Well, make room otherwise I walk too." "I can not allow that, Sir." "Captain." "I'm not riding unless my men ride." "Checkmate." "This is Checkmate King." "Capt. Harper speaking." "Ask Colonel Nash if he has a minute." "It's very important." "Yes Sir." "He's in Col. Clyde's office." "I'll get him." "You're dead sure it was a Col." "Yes Sir." "I seen him myself with the glasses." "He was a Col. all right." "Col. Clyde." "Could it have been Col. Clyde." "All I know is it was a Col. Sir." "Col. Nash." "Capt. Harper, K company, wants you on the field phone." "Thank you Sergeant." "This is Col. Nash." "Uh." "Capt. Roberts." "K company Sir." "Yes Capt. Go ahead." "One of our patrols just came in Sir." "They reported spotting a German patrol with a prisoner." "They think it was a Col. Now is that possible?" "I knew it." "I knew it." "Sooner or later he was bound to drive right into their lap." "I beg your pardon Sir." "Oh yeah." "I'm sorry." "Listen." "Are they sure it was a full Colonel." "Are you sure it was a full Colonel." "Yes Sir." "I saw him through the glasses." "We would have tried to take him.." "They say they're sure Sir." "Now could it have been.." "Yes it could have been and undoubtedly was." "Col. Clyde." "What can we do Sir?" "Nothing." "There's nothing we can do." "Send your patrol leader over to S2 for interrogation." "Yes Sir." "Now don't spread this around, you hear." "I don't want any rumors out until we're absolutely sure." "Roger." "We won't say a thing." "Out." "Well he did it Sgt." "He finally did it." "Get out men." "Thanks for the lift Sir." "Don't worry men." "You'll be well taken care of." "I'll see to it." "Thank you Sir." "We will go upstairs, Col." "Lead on." "This way Col." "I'll say one thing for you Capt. You got a nice looking army." "And a lot of them." "Ah, the Col. who wants to be a private." "Come in." "Come in." "Welcome." "Listen, Col. There's a thing or two I want to tell you about the Capt. and the way he treats prisoners." "There's plenty of time for that." "Allow me to introduce myself." "I'm Col. Metz." "M-E-T-Z." "And you are?" "Col. Clyde." "C-L-Y-D-E" "Ha ha, no longer private Braddock." "Nah, I tried to put something over on the Capt. here but he was too smart for me." "I see." "Heh heh." "Well." "Sit down Col." "Thank you." "(German)" "Cigarette, Col. No thanks." "I have a cigar here." "Oh I forgot." "We have heard of the notorious Flabby Clyde." "He's quite a cigar smoker." "You heard about me huh." "We know quite a bit about Col. Clyde." "Tell me." "Where do you get such fine cigars over here." "I brought 'em over myself." "Cases of them." "Do you know I got a Sgt. that does nothing but look after my cigars." "Major Rochestadt." "This is Col. Clyde." "Major Rochestadt is our intelligence officer." "Say, you guys run your army the same way we run ours." "A little more efficiently, I trust." "Do you have any identification on you." "Just my cigar." "Identification tags." "May I see them, please." "I left them in the shower." "What was your mother's maiden name." "My mother's still alive." "What is your Mother's maiden name." "Look Col." "If this junior officer is gonna give me the third degree you tell him to call me Sir." "Major Rochestadt." "What is your mother's maiden name, Sir." "I don't want to bring my mother into this." "You want to ask me questions, ask them about me." "And I don't have to answer anything but my name, rank and serial number." "I'm afraid he's right." "Will you excuse us for a moment." "Go ahead." "I got no place to go." "(talking together in German)" "Well Col. We are convinced that you are, who you say you are." "Okay now, how about some food." "And see that my men are fed." "In a moment." "We understand that your Regiment is holding our Col. Hoffman and his aide prisoner." "I uh, I heard something about it." "You heard something about it." "You mean you were not personally concerned with the capture of such a high-ranking German officer." "What's one Col. more or less." "And besides, this war's to be won by the foot soldiers." "You think your army feels that way about you." "They can get along without me." "I was thinking perhaps we could try to make an exchange." "You for Col. Hoffman." "They wouldn't go for it." "They don't need me that much." "No, they don't need you that much." "But they need Colonel Clyde that much." "Don't they." "Private Braddock." "Okay, okay." "But the only reason why I was acting Like the Col. is because I thought I'd get better treatment for the other men." "I'm glad you did." "You've given us an idea." "Perhaps we can use you to get Col. Hoffman back." "Listen." "They won't trade me for C6 centre." "Col. you don't know it but you're looking at the original goldbrick." "Major Rochstadt." "Do you think it's possible." "If Capt. Gennerman's assumption is correct, I think it's worth a gamble." "Gamble with me." "Listen, I know my rights." "I'm no Colonel." "Well." "Shut up." "Yes Sir." "Capt. Gennerman." "When the patrol found him, he was alone." "His car had been wrecked in the river." "I believe Col. Clyde was thrown in the river and killed." "I was alone." "I stole the Jeep and I stole the Colonel's clothes." "That's when I threw my dog tags away." "I was going over the hill." "Private Braddock." "Yes Sir." "Do not talk." "Yes Sir." "Major." "If that's true, the Americans may believe we have Col. Clyde." "The other prisoners believe it." "We should send one of them back with the terms of the exchange." "Major Rochstadt." "Have them send you one of the American prisoners." "And see that the Col. here is extended all the courtesies due to his rank." "You mean I was promoted again." "Temporarily." "Braddock got through." "He can't get back." "And the Company can't get back to help us." "Can we pull back, Lieut." "Eventually they'll get the range on us and that will be it." "They got the only retreat area covered with artillery." "We'd be lucky if one out of ten of us made it." "So?" "So we dig in deep." "and wait." "Lieutenant." "What is it, Caje." "This soldier here," "Came right through the hole." "I picked him up at my guard post." "Behind the German lines." "That's right." "What's your outfit soldier." "G company." "But I been a prisoner over there for about four days now." "How'd you get away." "Oh, it was the Germans." "They escorted me up here." "They gave me a message to give to Regiment,Sir." "Look, it's pretty important." "Could you show me how to get there." "Alright, what's your message." "I'm only supposed to tell Regiment, Sir." "What Regiment." "361st Code name?" "Checkmate." "Where were you inducted soldier?" "Fort Leavenworth." "Fort Leavenworth where?" "Kansas." "Where'd you go on pass?" "What do you mean, pass." "Pass, pass." "Where'd you go on your weekends?" "Oh, uh huh." "Usually Kansas City." "Kansas City where?" "Missouri" "Alright Saunders." "Have one of your men escort him back to checkmate." "Alright Lieut." "Okay soldier..this way." "Are you sure it's Col. Clyde they've got." "From everything I ever heard of Col. Clyde, Sir, this was him." "What'd he look like?" "Like a colonel." "And he sure told those krauts off." "I'll tell you that." "And he always went around with a cigar stuck in his face." "That's him." "Alright." "Let's have it again." "What exactly do they want us to do." "They'll trade Col. Clyde and the other prisoners they have, which is two G.I.'s, for Col. Hoffman and his aide, Sir." "That's ridiculous." "It's out of the question." "Have to go through Division, it'll take..." "Sgt. Wilson get my cigars." "Colonel?" "Don't just stand there sucking on a prune pit." "Get my cigars." "Where are they?" "I don't know where they are." "You moved them, remember." "That's right." "Sgt. Eh." "What's the big pow-wow?" "What's everybody staring at me for?" "Uh well, Flabby." "We thought you were a prisoner." "What's the matter with you, Sam." "I haven't got time to be a prisoner." "I got a war to fight." "I lost my Jeep too." "We got to get another one souped up right away." "Yes Sir." "This, this is Col. Clyde." "This is Col. Clyde." "Alright." "Spit it out." "Well, this soldier was being held prisoner by the Germans." "They also had a Col." "One of our patrols reported seeing the Germans leading a Colonel over their lines, and since you were missing we assumed it was you." "You assumed wrong, Sam." "Well, they got some Colonel Sir." "Well where did they get him." "They think Colonels grow on trees." "Any colonel been reported missing." "Only you Sir." "Hey, the driver I had, Braddock." "He show up yet." "No Sir." "Not yet." "Ha ha ha ha ha um, hee hee humph." "I don't get the joke Col." "Of course you don't Sam, cause you got no imagination." "They got Braddock." "He had on my coat." "He had a cold." "This uh, this colonel." "Did he look kinda puffy, have a long jaw, have a dumb look about him." "He looked like a colonel, to me." "You mean yes, don't you son." "Yes Sir." "How did he get loose." "They sent him back with a message." "They want to exchange you for Col. Hoffman." "Ha ha." "Braddock must have really convinced them he was you." "He couldn't convince them he was a Sgt." "Thank you, Sir." "Now their a little hardheaded. but they're not stupid, They're really trying to pull a fast one." "Get a Col. back for a private." "What have the arrangements been so far." "Well, uh." "We agreed to the exchange Sir." "We're to send up three flares at 0400, and we need to call a cease-fire at dawn." "And then they were going to send you over." "Or whoever it is over there." "And the other two prisoners back to us, and then we were to send Col. Hoffman and his aide back." "Sam, notify K company to pull back a half a mile to the left flank at dawn when the cease-fire is in on." "You're not gonna go through with this Col." "Yes I'm gonna go through with it Colonel." "Company K will be able to cut them off when they advance tomorrow." "How do you know they're going to make an advance tomorrow." "Because they're gonna be madder than a fat man with a broken tooth at an ice cream social." "Get me Col. Hoffman." "Call it off." "You're not actually gonna exchange a Col. for a private." "Sam, I'm not gonna trade a Col. for a private." "I want you to get Col. Hoffman's uniform and his aide's uniform." "Tell them they gotta be cleaned or something." "And get me a couple of kraut privates." "Yes Sir." "This is going to be the most ridiculous battlefield exchange of prisoners since the Civil War." "(Col. laughs." "They all laugh)" "See anything yet Col." "Not yet." "(German prisoners talking)" "Knock it off soldier." "(Flare gun is fired)" "There it is Col." "Answer back." "(Bad German) Krauts." "Krauts." "Git a su mutra." "Ja, Ja." "Gi it sum mutra." "You don't have to understand it." "Come on, move." "Your free ticket home." "Move over there." "Come on." "Okay." "Come on." "Let's move." "Come on." "Move." "Come on." "Come on." "Keep moving." "Keep Moving." "Come on Braddock." "Move." "Let's go." "Hold Col. Clyde." "Well don't just stand there sucking on a prune pit." "Let's go." "Come on." "Come on." "BLAM." "BLAM." "BLAM." "BLAM." "BLAM." "BLAM." "You sure were right Col. They're plumb mad. ha ha ha." "Well." "You alright Braddock." "Fine Sir." "Am I gonna get court martialed Sir." "For what?" "For impersonating an officer." "You Sir." "Well, I don't know." "It's according to how well you did." "Huh." "What did you say soldier." "Huh Sir." "Show me." "Show you." "Show you Sir?" "That's right." "Show me." "Right now." "Right here." "Right here." "Sgt. Wilson." "Get these 2 men back to the field kitchen." "Get them something to eat, on the double." "They haven't had a decent K-ration in 2 weeks." "Yes Sir." "Don't stand around sucking on prune pits, Col." "There's a war to be won." "I wanna tell you something." "I'm sorry Sir." "It'd never stand up in court, Braddock." "Thank you Sir." "Alright." "Now let's get a move on." "You're still my driver." "Let's get back to S2." "Sir, I don't feel up to it, Sir." "They didn't treat us too well back there." "Sir." "Could you please get somebody else." "You mean you don't feel very well." "No Sir." "I don't feel well." "Oh, in that case I'll drive." "Who do you think you're saluting soldier." "Both of them Sir." "Subtitles by Jack T"