"a division of time warner  entertainment company, I. p." "standing in the door  I could see... the lights  on the drop zone, and I had to assume  that was our drop zone, way in the... ahead of us." "and so that  we had the red light," "I had everybody standing up  ready to jump, so, when the plane  started to get hit, and suddenly the pilot  gives me the green light," "I'm out the door,   immediately." "we got such a opening blast  from the opening shot, from the prop-blast  that it broke this chin strap that we had on  this helmet of mine, and that's when I lost  this famous leg-bag, that everybody  talks about," "just from the shock  of the opening." "it just flew  right off my foot." "we came from the sky." "we hit, and in any  direction you went there would be enemy,   you knew it." "and that was all part  of what you accepted." "how do you prepare  yourself, mentally?" "each man must  do that himself." "each man must prepare  himself mentally, to make that jump." "at the back of your mind you,   you know, you wonder what's gonna happen  and all that." "you know you've been trained  and trained and trained and what your job  is gonna be, and what you're  supposed to do and... oh, that's what you  gotta think about, you know?" "and we lost a lot  of people that night, but you try to put it  all out of your mind." "give me a light." "lip, did evans make it?" "yes, sir." "he's in lieutenant  meehan's stick, sir." "lieutenant meehan!" "lieutenant meehan." "will could  use some help." "will." "will, hey." "will, I need  your help here." "get ready!" "stand up!" "hook up!" "equipment check!" "sound off for  equipment check!" "ten okay!" "nine okay!" "eight okay!" "seven okay!" "six okay!" "five okay!" "four okay!" "three okay!" "two okay!" "one okay!" "jesus christ!" "let's go, let's go!" "does that light  look green to you?" "no, let's go!" "I'm hit!" "ahh!" "jesus, tell meehan  to get them out of there!" "ahh...!" "2:00!" "oh, jesus christ!" "go!" "I wanna jump, sir!" "now, listen to me  stay on the plane, you're not jumping!" "he's okay." "no sir, no!" "alright, sonofabitch." "where's the  goddamn d. z.?" "maybe it's three  more minutes  on this bearing!" "we get any lower, we ain't gonna need  any friggin' parachutes!" "slow down!" "we gotta get  some altitude!" "they can't jump  at this speed!" "we there?" "oh god!" "oh, no!" "oh!" "let's go!" "flash!" "shit!" "I don't think  that's the correct  reply, trooper." "I say "flash",   you say "thunder"." "yes, sir,   thunder, sir." "musette bag." "coach?" "sir, it's hall, sir." "I was on the  basketball team." "leg-bag?" "prop blast got it, sir, and my radio and  batteries with it." "mine, too." "mine are somewhere  behind those trees." "okay." "follow me." "to hell with that!" "wait until they reload." "go." "aren't you  "d" company?" "able, sir." "guess that means  one of us is in the  wrong drop zone, sir?" "yeah, or both of us." "do you have  a weapon, sir?" "just my knife." "do you have any idea  where we are, sir?" "some." "so, you're  a radio man?" "yes, sir." "well, I was until  I lost my radio  on the jump." "I'm sure I'll get  chewed out for that." "well, if you were  in my platoon," "I'd tell you you  were a rifleman first  and a radio man second." "well, maybe you  could tell that to  my platoon leader when we find him." "if we find him." "it's a deal." "first, I need  your help." "we'll locate some  landmarks to get  our bearings." "keep your eyes peeled  for buildings, farmhouses, bridges, roads, trees." "I wonder if the  rest of them are  as lost as we are." "we're not  lost, private." "we're in  normandy." "who's that?" "lieutenant winters,   is that you?" "get in here,   sit down." "any weapon?" "no, sir." "as soon as I  hit that prop blast,   so long leg-bag." "all I got is this  knife and some tnt." "these 82nd boys  got their m-1 s, though." "oh, man,   82nd, where the  hell are we?" "sir, I saw a sign  back thataways, said,"sainte  mere-eglise"." "flashlight." "raincoat?" "you got a raincoat?" "yeah." "we're about seven  kilometers away from  our objective." "and four hours  away from when we need  to have it secured." "so, we got a lot  of walking ahead of us." "you men will stick with us  until we find your unit." "let's go." "hey, sarge,   where are we going?" "causeway number two,   utah beach." "the germans flooded  the fields inland." "we don't clear those routes,   our boys ain't going nowhere." "five of us ain't  gonna secure a road." "that louie don't even  have a weapon." "I don't remember hearing  about any railroads  near our objective." "I'm telling you, this is the spur  line that runs  parallel to the river." "we should be  coming up to a road  and bridge ahead." "yeah, how would  you know?" "because I studied  sandtails, alright?" "probably a  friggin' train or-- shh." "flash." "thunder." "lieutenant,   is that you?" "malarkey?" "sir." "sir." "glad to see you, sir." "good to see you." "nice to see you guys." "guarnere." "sir." "you and hall up front." "who the hell is hall?" "lipton." "go." "guarnere." "wait for my command." "that's enough,   guarnere!" "everyone okay?" "yes, sir." "next time I say  wait for my command, you wait for my  command, sergeant." "yes, sir." "here you go,   lieutenant." "kraut weapon." "fine, quaker." "what's that  guy's problem?" "gonorrhea." "really?" "his name,   dummy, guarnere,   gonorrhea, get it?" "so besides  having a shitty name,   what's his problem?" "none of your fucking  business, cowboy." "alright,   let's move out." "sir." "quietly." "did you see him?" "he just sat there." "he didn't  have a weapon." "what's he gonna do,   shout at 'em?" "shouts at me  for killing krauts." "he just wanted  you to wait  for his command." "joe, he don't  even drink." "lipton, wynn" "anybody need supplies  or ammo, now's the  time to get it." "mcdowell, you okay?" "yes, sergeant." "then let's go." "hey, I promised  my kid brother I'd  fetch him back a luger." "so I got  first dibs, okay?" "check that one." "it's the navy." "the landings have  started, let's go." "let's move it out." "right on time." "yeah, tell that  to him, cowboy." "my name's hall." "that so?" "let's move out." "you just gotta  learn to return  his fire is all." "you gotta realize  it ain't about you." "he just heard  his brother-- malarkey,   shut your yap." "his brother got  it at cassino." "found out  before we jumped." "morning, sir." "battalion sure will be happy  to see you guys." "where?" "at the farm, sir." "top of the morning  to you fellas." "enjoying the war?" "where are  you from, son?" "eugene, oregon." "eugene?" "you gotta be  kidding me." "popeye, did  you hear this?" "I'm from astoria." "you don't say." "yeah, orange street." "what gives?" "what, what are you doing  in a kraut uniform?" "volksdeutsche." "come again?" "my family  answered the call." "all true aryans should  return to the fatherland." "joined up in '41." "you're shitting  me, right?" "hey, malarkey, stop  fraternizing with the enemy." "get over here!" "what got you to eugene?" "I was born in eugene." "really?" "popeye." "hey, popeye." "hey, harry." "carry on." "oh,"easy company"." "welcome." "good to see you." "good to see you." "and this here's  hall, able company." "known as cowboy." "you from texas?" "manhattan." "hey boss,   how ya doin'?" "what's goin' on?" "what's the hold up?" "not sure." "five'll get you 10,   it's got something  to do with that." "yeah." "it's good to  see you, dick." "yeah, you  too, buck." "what's the situation?" "ah, not good." "90 percent of the  men are still  unaccounted for." "lieutenant meehan?" "no, no one's seen him,   or anyone from his plane." "you know,   if he is missing, wouldn't that put  you in line to be the  next commander of "easy"?" "hey, lieutenant speirs." "how many men  have dog company  got assembled?" "a handful,   maybe 20." "you the only  officer that  made it?" "so far." "still waiting  for orders." "you got  some cigarettes?" "here." "hey, keep the pack." "yeah, so I was  in the plant in '39." "that's when I was  at monarch tooling  propeller shafts." "no kiddin'." "what are the chances  of that, huh?" "you and me 100 miles  from each other, working at practically  the same job, geez." "hey, malark,   we're waiting on you." "yeah, I'm coming." "well, I gotta run,   I'll see you around." "yeah, see you around." "zigaretten?" "here you go." "danke." "danke." "thank you." "shit." ""easy company"?" ""easy"?" "hey, any of you guys know  where "easy company" is?" "you seen  lieutenant meehan?" "no, not yet." "well, major strayer  wants "easy company's"  c. o. up front." "well, I guess that  means you, dick." "c'mon." "sonofabitch." "hey, malark, where's  the best chow?" "in berlin." "round them up." "and the mgs?" "I'd say right  around here, sir." "I can't be sure." "there's some  kraut 88s up ahead." "up ahead and to the right  about what,300 yards?" "up through  those gardens." "now, they're right  between us and  causeway number two." "firing on to the boys  landing at utah." "think "easy"  can handle it?" "yes, sir." "'cause my guess  is they're doing some  terrible damage there." "the 88s we've  been hearing, have been spotted  in a field, down  the road aways." "major strayer  wants us to  take 'em out." "there are two guns  that we know of,   firing on utah beach, and plan on a third  and a fourth," "here and here." "the germans  are in the trenches, with access to  the entire battery, and with machine-gun  cover in the rear." "we'll establish  a base of fire and move under it  hard and fast with  two squads of three." "how many krauts they  think we're facing?" "no idea." "no idea?" "we'll take some  tnt along with us,   to spke the guns." "lipton, your  responsibility." "yes, sir." "liebgott, you'll take  the first machine-gun with petty,   a gunner." "plesha, hendrix,   you take the other." "who does  that leave?" "compton, malarkey,   toye, guarnere." "okay." "we'll be making  the main assault." "understood?" "yes, sir." "alright, let's  pack it up, boys." "shouldn't you be  outside with the other  able company guys?" "see you  around, hall." "lipton, when you see  we've captured the first gun," "I want you and your tnt  as fast as possible." "yes, sir." "okay, just weapons and ammo,   drop everything else." "got any spare ammo  in a pack or a musette bag, bring it along." "lieutenant, sir?" "I was wondering, sir,   you need an extra hand?" "ain't you sink's  jeep driver?" "so?" "oh, shit." "what's your name,   trooper?" "lorraine, sir." "you're with me,   lorraine." "compton, second squad." "yes, sir." "alright, you heard the word,   let's move, let's move." "three cannons." "petty, we've  got fire." "right, let's go." "stay down." "mg-42s." "I'll draw their  fire to the right  from the truck." "take two men  and hit 'em  from the left." "okay, go." "right." "take ranney,   envelop right,   give covering fire." "lorraine,   on the machine-gun." "don't give away  your position  until you have to." "and I want that tnt as soon as you  see we've captured  the first gun." "go." "yes, sir." "go." "I can't see nothing." "c'mon, buck." "oh, shit!" "let's go!" "let's go!" "follow me!" "oh, fuck!" "it just got my ass!" "sorry, sir." "jesus christ!" "fucking jeep jockey." "shit, I'm sorry, sir." "I screwed up." "grenade!" "joe, joe,   roll on, roll on!" "god!" "shit." "you are one  lucky bastard, joe." "guarnere, malarkey,   lorraine, secure  that gun!" "compton,   covering fire." "yes, sir!" "where are  you hit, pop?" "I can't believe  I fucked up." "my ass, sir." "your ass?" "oh, shit." "hey, popeye,   how bad is it?" "I'm sorry, sir,   I didn't mean to fuck up." "I don't think  it's too bad." "you think you  can make it  back yourself?" "I think so, sir." "let's move out." "right,   here we go." "drop your  weapon, pop,   drop your weapon." "yeah." "c'mon!" "one, two, three!" "get down, dick,   get down!" "pop!" "popeye, get down!" "winters,   1:00!" "grenade!" "toye!" "let's go!" "get out of there!" "get out of there!" "toye!" "joe!" "jesus christ." "fucking twice." "jesus christ!" "lorraine, through, go!" "malark!" "ranney, let's move!" "they've got  the first gun." "there's the second gun." "grenades first." "then keep going, go!" "right." "okay." "nicht schieben!" "nicht schieben!" "bitte, nicht schieben." "no make dead!" "shut up." "nicht schieben!" "nicht schieben!" "shut the fuck up!" "no make dead." "stay down, stay down!" "compton!" "alright, cover for me." "we must be doing  something right." "look, we got 'em  so confused they're  firing on their third gun." "we better blow  this thing before  they figure out what the hell's  happening." "I'm gonna go and see  what's keeping lipton." "alright." "toye,   cover lieutenant!" "I think one of those  dead krauts has a luger." "so what?" "keep your head low, petty." "c'mon, move it!" "have a little suppressing  fire, why don't you?" "jesus christ!" "malarkey!" "now you stop firing?" "beautiful." "shit." "christ, they must  think he's a medic  or something." "he's gonna need  a goddamn medic." "okay, okay, okay." "malarkey!" "get low!" "what the hell  are you doin', c'mon!" "forgot your  friggin' luger?" "you want I should go get it  for you, you stupid mick?" "where's lipton  with that tnt?" "don't know, sir." "you'll be alright,   popeye." "I'm sorry,   I messed up." "don't be sorry." "hey, sarge?" "you think this is  a ticket home?" "maybe." "shit, I  just got here." "hiya, cowboy." "shut your fucking  guinea trap, gonorrhea." "he's alright,   that kid." "jesus, you got a whole  kraut platoon out there." "probably more,   captain." "you need help?" "I need ammo, sir,   lots of it!" "and tnt!" "I've got tnt, sir." "good job,   private." "hall, ready!" "sir, I don't  have any way to  set it off, sir." "fire in the hole!" "plesha,   covering fire." "third gun, here!" "lorraine, grab some more  of those potato mashers  and follow me." "malarkey, hall,   you two, go" "running a little low  on ammo, sir." "how about you,   malarkey?" "okay." "think you got enough  to take the third gun?" "we'll soon  find out, dick." "malarkey, let's go!" "toye, cover!" "okay, hall,   keep your head down." "hall!" "leave your tnt!" "fire in the hole!" "malarkey,   cover the front!" "go to the cannon, go." "hey, sarge." "I'm looking for  battalion headquarters." "are you kidding?" "it's back that away." "you mean over-- fire in the hole!" "tnt!" "tnt!" "don't need it." "what?" "don't need it!" "hall!" "hall?" "where'd he come from?" "winters, hester said  you needed ammo!" "malarkey!" "as much as you  can, everyone!" "you mind if "d"  company takes a shot  at the next gun?" "all yours." "let's go,   dog company!" "up and at 'em,   "d" company." "compton!" "who is that, speirs?" "what's he doing  out of the trench?" "oh, what the hell's  he doing?" "oh, jesus." "sir, had a little trouble getting through  that first field." "oh, christ." "we're gonna need it  at the next gun." "once it's blown,   tell 'em to pull out." "go!" "yes, sir." "compton, police them  both, then pull out!" "lorraine, toye,   move out!" "move out!" "move out!" "move it out!" "mgs first." "fall back to your  original positions." "everyone else,   maintain your base of fire." "okay, back  to battalion!" "go, go!" "they were 105s,   not 88s, sir." "we disabled them  and pulled out." "I figure there's  maybe 40 or so krauts still manning three  mg-42s to the rear." "hey, popeye." "40?" "yes, sir." "we killed  maybe around 20, so, yeah, probably  there's 40 left." "I think we  need artillery, or maybe mortars  might do the job." "going my way?" "sure." "sir." "careful, don't  hurt yourself." "nice ride you  got here, nix." "straight  from utah beach." "we should put 'em to work  before they're missed." "by nightfall, 2nd battalion had secured  sainte marie-du-mont, and elements  of the 4th division were beginning to move  men and material inland." "most of the 101 st airborne,   including "easy company", were still scattered  all over normandy, and the success of the  invasion was far from certain." "we had an hour to rest and scrounge  whatever food we could before we had  to move south and secure the town  of coup de ville." "I don't wanna die in the back  of this damn truck, is what." "c'mon, you're  stepping on my legs." "jesus, let me out of here." "light, light discipline." "guarnere,   close that flap." "let the krauts cook  their own goddamn food." "how are we  doing, malark?" "we're doing good." "doing good?" "yeah." "what the hell do  you know about  cooking, you're irish." "sir, if you have  a reservation  someplace else-- just start  dishing it." "thank you." "shit." "jesus christ,   give me some air." "evening." "hello, sir." "did something  die in here?" "yeah,   malarkey's ass." "any word  on lieutenant  meehan yet, sir?" "no, not yet." "don't that make you  our commanding  officer, sir?" "yeah, it does." "sir?" "joe, the lieutenant  don't drink." "it's been  a day of firsts." "don't you think,   guarnere?" "yes, sir." "carry on." "goodnight, sir." "oh, sergeant?" "sir?" "I'm not a quaker." "if he's from  lancaster county, he's  probably a mennonite." "what's a mennonite?" "hey dick,   wait up!" "what?" "you know that  map you found?" "it had every  kraut gun in  normandy on it." "oh, yeah?" "yeah." "here." "don't ever  get a cat." "what's on  your mind?" "I lost a man today." "oh." "hall." "thanks." "a john hall,   new yorker." "got killed today  at brecourt." "I never knew him." "yeah, you did." "radio-op,   506th basketball  team, able company." "he was a good man." "man... not even old enough  to buy a beer." "not hungry." "hey, dick." "I sent that map  up to division." "I think it's gonna  do some good." "that night I took  time to thank god for seeing me through  that day of days, and prayed I would make it  through "d plus one"." "and if, somehow,   I managed to get home again," "I promised god,   and myself, that I would find a  quiet piece of land someplace and spend the rest  of my life in peace." "captions copyright 2001  home box office a division of time warner  entertainment company, I. p." "captioned by  hbo communications center"