Bunker

God damned chats.

Damn it Walker, I was enjoying the tune.

-Ah, he sings like a wee girl. -Sorry.

Lay off the kid.

At least he's not covered in nits.

Tribulation is communal in war, Gray.

You should know that.

Ah, you bloody scobberlotcher.

Lewis, hand me your nose rag.

Gray, would you mind taking watch tonight?

Ah sorry, chap. Terribly busy.

-Doing what? -Not having watch.

Here.

Oh, just a little bit will take the edge off, huh?

Just trying to help.

- Fuck.

It gets easier.

Fuck off.

Men.

If I see you've left your post to groom

that damn mustache again, I'll shave it myself.

Wouldn't be the first time

my looks fetched me a reprimand.

Isn't one of you on watch?

Just finished, sir.

Can't imagine the view

from down here does us any good.

-Off you go. -Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.

Lieutenant Turner.

At ease, Captain Hall.

What business do you have here?

I brought you a new medic.

Compliments of Major General Allen.

-Lieutenant. Welcome, Private.

Segura. sir.

Try and take care of this one, will you?

We're running low on spare.

Well thank you, Captain.

I'll have one of my men show you off.

Actually, the Major General would very much appreciate

a briefing on your situation over here.

-The Major General? Sir.

Of course.

If you'd follow me Captain, I'll bring you up to speed.

Stay put.

Play nice.

Oi, boy scout. Come here.

-How old are you? -Eighteen.

Christ, we are fucked.

They're down to sending us Buster Brown.

Aye, don't he look like Buster Brown?

You want a drink?

Oh...

Oh, what's the matter, need to ask your mum?

Now.

Ah, it's all right, mate.

I've been told it gets easier.

Oye, Gloomy Gus, you want a drink?

Oy, what's with him? He know English?

I don't drink. Dulls the intellect.

Eh, quite high and mighty for a greaser.

Don't mind him, he keeps to himself.

Don't wet yourself just yet, mate.

Shells are more common than rain these days.

It's nothing to fret about, till they're...

...right above you.

Right.

But I'll tell you what ought to give you a fright...

the ghouls of no man's land.

The what?

Countless trenches and tunnels been abandoned around here.

Perfect homes for gutless deserters

and poor bastards left for dead.

Livin' in the dark, becomin' less human by the day.

They dig deep and far in the dirt,

like ants in the earth.

Why, they could be under your very feet right now.

And they've lived there for years,

only coming out on nights like this

to scavenge among the rotten remains

of no man's land.

If you listen close...

you can hear their wretched cries

as they feast on the flesh of the dead.

Tearing through maggot-filled meat

like rabid dogs.

Bit of advice.

Sleep with one eye open.

They're not afraid to spread into the trenches,

looking to fill their bellies with the tastiest meat of all...

boys fresh off the boat.

Hey.

Our stalemate has lasted some time now.

Both of our numbers and resources

are strained to say the least.

At this point, we're just waiting

for the other to starve.

From the looks of it that might not be that more.

I would just say the morale vanish.

Is that your inquiry, or of the Major General's?

Lieutenant, you have nothing to worry about.

We just wanted to make sure that

the lines before the fire where they may have been weak.

Thank you for your generosity, Captain.

Give my best to the Major General.

-Lieutenant? Yes?

I believe the Germans have retreated, sir.

What?

They've appeared to have abandoned

their outpost, sir.

It's empty.

By what we can see from here

it appears the krauts have fallen back.

Fortune is smiling upon us with a bout of fog,

providing us an opportunity

to cross no man's land under cover.

This is a window of opportunity we must seize now.

You really think that they haven't fallen back?

I say we hit 'em.

We hit 'em with more artillery,

just to be sure.

If the outpost truly is unoccupied

it would be in our best interest

not to blow it all to hell before we claim it.

Imagine that, an entire outpost

taken single-handedly with no casualties.

I reckon we'd all be recompensed handsomely.

Thank you for your visit, Captain.

My men will take it from here.

But you ain't shaking this off now.

Major General would love to hear about this.

On me.

I will lead the path across with Private Gray.

Once we provide the signal, Hall and Lewis will follow.

After their passage,

Baker and Segura will guide Walker

as he lays down the communication wire.

Are we clear?

-Sir. -Yes, sir.

Saddle up.

Hold still. Hold still.

Just stay right behind me.

We'll be on the other side in no time.

Come on!

Quiet him or else he'll get us killed!

Kill him! Kill him!

- -

Silence him.

- -

Move.

What the bloody hell was all that noise?

Were you trying to give away our position?

No, sir.

Fortunately for you it seems there's no one here

to have heard all your bloody racket.

Otherwise, that'd be you howling out there.

Men, let's go.

It's a ghost town.

-Lieutenant? -This can't be right.

Where is their damn dugout?