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Richard D. Winters
: Oh, if uh... they do run into any trouble, will you let me know? Cpt. Nixon
: Yeah. You run into any bacon sandwich, do the same, all right?
: Finish your novel yet? That's a lot of homework. 1st Lt. Frederick T. 'Moose' Heyliger
: And I thought executive officer was supposed to be a fun job. Cpt. Nixon
: Who are you? John S. Zielinski Jr.
: Zielinski, Sir. Cpt. Nixon
: Who is he? Richard D. Winters
: Zielinski's my orderly. 1st Lt. Frederick T. 'Moose' Heyliger
: Well, rank does have its privileges. Cpt. Nixon
: Orderly, huh? I suppose you do stuff like get coffee. John S. Zielinski Jr.
: Can do, Sir. Cpt. Nixon
: Black, no sugar... and a bacon sandwich.
] Cpt. Nixon
: What, you want something? 1st Lt. Frederick T. 'Moose' Heyliger
: Bacon sandwich!
: Hitler's dead. Joseph Liebgott
: Holy shit. Cpt. Nixon
: Shot himself in Berlin. Sgt. Denver 'Bull' Randleman
: Is the war over, sir? Cpt. Nixon
: No. We have orders to Berghtesgaden. We're gonna move out in one hour. David Webster
: Why? The man's not home. Should've killed himself three years ago, saved us a lot of trouble. Cpt. Nixon
: Yeah, he should've. But he didn't.
: [speaking with a prisoner
] He said the guards left this morning, sir. Langsamer, bitte, langsamer.
["Slow down, please"
] Joseph Liebgott
: They burned some of the huts first... with the prisoners still in them, sir... alive. Cpt. Nixon
: Jesus Christ. Joseph Liebgott
: Some of the prisoners tried to stop them... some were killed... they didn't have enough ammo for all the prisoners, so... they killed as many as they could... before they left the camp. They locked the gates behind them and headed south. Cpt. Nixon
: Someone in town must have told them we were coming. Joseph Liebgott
: Yeah, I think so. Cpt. Nixon
: Will you ask him, uh... will you ask him what kind of camp this is? What, uh... why are they here? Joseph Liebgott
: Was ist das hier? Camp prisoner
: Das, das, das, das hier? Das, das ist ein arbeitslager fur, fur, fur, fur Unerwuenschter. Joseph Liebgott
: He says it's a work camp for..."Unerwuenschter." I'm not sure what the word means, sir. Uh, "unwanted," "disliked," maybe? Cpt. Nixon
: "Criminals?" Joseph Liebgott
: I don't think "criminals," sir. Verbrecher? Camp prisoner
: Verbrecher? Nein, nein. Joseph Liebgott
: No. Camp prisoner
: Ärzte, Musiker, Beamter, Bauern... Joseph Liebgott
: Doctors, musicians... Camp prisoner
: Schreiber, Schneider, Intellektuelle... Joseph Liebgott
: Tailors, clerks, farmers, intellectuals. I mean, normal people. Camp prisoner
: Juden. Juden. Juden. Joseph Liebgott
] They're Jews. Camp prisoner
: Pole, Ziegeuner. Joseph Liebgott
: Poles and Gypsies.
: Well hello Second Armored!
: Harry... what exactly are you doing with your reserve chute? You've been hauling that thing around ever since we jumped. Harry Welsh
: Gonna send it back to Kitty when we get back to England. Silk. Figure it'll make a good wedding dress, you know. What with the rationing and all. Nixon
] Jeez, Harry, I never would have guessed. Harry Welsh
: What? That I'm so sentimental? Nixon
: No, that you think we're gonna make it back to England.
: They're bombing Eindhoven. Cpt. Nixon
: Yea. Richard Winters
: Come on Nix, I'm takin' you in for the night. Cpt. Nixon
: They won't be wavin' so many orange flags at us tomorrow.