"On the other side of the world... in Europe the Allied forces are pounding the Germans... with relentless force." "We do not expect to have a winter lull in Europe." "We expect to keep striking... to keep the enemy on the move... and hit him again and again." "1944, December." "I was miles from the front... and a stranger to war." "Troops, fuel dumps... enemy units... they were pins on a map to me." "Champagne?" "Are you trying to score a few points?" "Just trying to aid the war effort, Hart." "Tom." "Sir." "The captain needs a lift back to the 106th." "Can you find him a driver?" "I can take him, sir." "Funny." "I had a feeling you'd say that." "Well, there hasn't been much movement today, sir." "So I see." "Captain." "Oh, don't forget, sir." "You wanted to send some of that champagne along as well." "Yes." "Yes, thank you for reminding me, Tom." "The general should get a kick out of that." "Colonel." "Troops are now fighting... along a battle line of 300 miles in Poland..." "France, and Germany." "Within 10 weeks after the first landings in France last June, the Allies have landed nearly 2 million men." "You know what this army could use, sir?" "Snowplow services." "What we could use... is half a million gallons of gasoline... and a road that wasn't paved... with Bouncing Betties." "German S-mines." "Yes, sir." "You really ought to spend a night... on the line sometime, Lieutenant." "I know that, sir." "Of course, it's not too likely, is it?" "Sir?" "The Colonel says your father is a senator." "So I guess you won't spend too many nights... in a foxhole, will you?" "It's nothing to be ashamed of, son." "That's a hell of a father to have." " Where to, sir?" " St. Vith." "I'm afraid you've gone the wrong way, sir." "St. Vith is due west." "I'm pretty sure St. Vith is due east." "Sergeant, it's straight ahead." "Can I see that, sir?" "I drove this route yesterday, Sergeant." "Mm-hmm." "Get your hands up." "Out!" "Halt!" "Are you in great pain?" "First Lieutenant..." "Thomas Hart." "Serial number... 1841287." "Would you care for a Zigarette?" "Your train is an 8 kilometer march from here." "Of course, with some shoes on... you might be all right." "First Lieutenant..." "Thomas Hart." "Serial number 1841287." "Thank you, Lieutenant." "But we both know... there is much more to you than that." "Show me locations of the fuel dumps." "Just point... and we can end all this." "I'll have your clothes returned to you immediately." "When you are dressed, we'll have another chat." "Our last one, I hope." "Smile, Joe." "For you the war is over." "Lieutenant." "This will help against the cold." "No thanks, soldier." "I'll be all right." "No, you won't." "Come on." "Take it." "Just till you warm up." "Take it, sir." "Hey, Captain... does somebody tell our folks about us being captured?" "Germans give a list to the military... and the military notifies the family." "Is that voluntary, sir?" "How do you mean, Lieutenant?" "Uh, I mean... can you ask them not to?" "I don't think so." "Have to put some straw in there." "Straw in your shoes... for frostbite." "Another slave detail, sir." "Hey, ladies... next batch of shells you turn out... nothing but duds this time, all right?" "Mortars no boom boom, ja?" "Fire!" "Captain, P-51 incoming." " Incoming!" " Ours?" "Get down, everybody!" "Get down!" "Everybody stay down!" "Keep low!" "Captain, what's happening?" "Why are they shooting at us?" "They can't read the roof." "All right, get the doors!" "Everybody get the doors!" "Come on, now!" "Get down!" "Get down!" "Down!" "Hart, help out!" " Come on!" " Go!" "Go!" "Go!" "Go on, now!" "Let's go!" "Moving out!" "Get the other cars!" "Get the other cars!" "Let's go!" "Now!" "We're spelling out!" "Round up your men now!" "We're spelling out our position!" "We're spelling out!" "Hart, get that man clear of here." "Let's get in line!" "Assemble on me!" " Assemble!" " Move it!" "Move it!" "All right, men!" "Let's get back in line!" "Move it!" "It's not helping." "Come on, men!" "Oh, Christ." "Keep looking at me." "Look at me." "Look at me." "Oh, shit." "Shit." "All right." "Are you all right?" "They're telling us to march." "Probably ought to take his boots, Lieutenant." "Lieutenant!" "Take his boots." "'Cause either you or some Jerry's gonna get 'em." "Take 'em, sir... while you still got feet to put 'em on." "His socks, too." "Ain't gonna help him any." "Stay together." "All right." "Once again..." "I'm forced to remind you escape is not a sport." "Think of it this way." "Now these Russians have a chance... at a happy new year." "Those are dogs you're saluting, Colonel." "Animals." "My country doesn't make those kinds of distinctions, Colonel." "They're our allies, Colonel." "Oh, yes." "You and your allies." "Let me tell you about you and your allies." "The Ministry of War has just released the figures... from our offensive in the Ardennes." "Two hundred thousand Allies killed or captured." "Your Third Army" "Patton- in full retreat." "And the Wehrmacht has captured enough abandoned fuel... to retake Paris- perhaps even drive your troops back to the sea." "Might be a bit crowded around here this winter." "Turn around, Joes." "Yes." "Turn around." "Ross." "Hart." "Ross and Hart." "I'm Captain Ross." "Major Clary." "Lieutenant Hart." "Lieutenant." "Debriefing, gentleman." "Officer's hut." "On the double." "The German counterattack on the American Third Army front... is still going on." "The entire front... stretching about 30 miles south of Monschau... is in motion." "On our side, countermeasures are being taken." "On the enemy's side, more strafes are being flown in." "This is a major German effort." "Some of the best units in the German army... were involved in this penetration." "At ease, soldier." "Sit down." "Thank you, sir." "So tell me, Lieutenant..." "How come you're not dead?" "Sir?" "First you survive crashing that jeep... then Hans and Fritz take your boots." "You got a rabbit's foot in your pocket, son?" "Two horseshoes and a 4-leaf clover, sir." "Atta boy." "By the way... you might want to take it easy on that bread." "You haven't had anything solid for a while." "Wouldn't want you to wind up in the infirmary." "I don't know, sir." "After the march I just made... and infirmary might look like the Waldorf to me." "A stomach can shrink quite a bit in 17 days." "That's the number, isn't it?" "Seventeen days?" "Six days on the train... another 6 days of marching." "What was it, Joe?" "Five days of interrogation?" "No, sir." "Three days." "Well, anyway..." "easy does it." "Yes, sir." "Thank you." "So this interrogator they threw at you... his name wasn't Schumann, was it?" "No, sir." "Lutz." "Schumann was a real prick." "Almost broke me in two." "Not much for small talk, I guess." "You come to appreciate that." "Smoke, Lieutenant?" "Would you care for a Zigarette?" "Again, Lieutenant, I need to ask you... the fuel dumps..." "Thank you." "This Captain Lutz... he know much about your operations at the chateau?" "He knew everything, sir." "Fuel dump locations?" "Troop movements?" "Sir, he knew what I'd had for breakfast... the morning of my capture." "Point, and we can end all this." "Just name, rank, and serial number." "Good enough." "You're excused, Lieutenant." "Unfortunately, we won't be able... to quarter you here." "We're full up." "We're gonna have to put you in Barracks 27." "Isn't barracks 27 for enlisted men, sir?" "Yes, it is... but as you can see... the Germans are doing a rather brisk business these days." "You'll be comfortable there." "268"