[kettle drum in military march rhythm]
Hello there, soldier.
Ready to kill more Germans?
Yes, sir.
What's your name, soldier?
Sir, Private Ferol, Company A.
- Uh-huh. You married, Private? - No, sir.
Well, I'll bet your mother's proud of you.
Yes, sir.
Well, carry on, Private, and good luck to you.
Yes, sir, thank you, Sir.
[kettle drum resumes]
Good morning.
Hello there, soldier.
Ready to kill more Germans?
Yes, sir.
Ha-ha. Working over your rifle, I see.
Well, that's the way. It's a soldier's best friend.
You be good to it, and it'll always be good to you.
Yes, sir.
[explosion]
Well, uh, good luck to you, soldier.
Carry on.
Thank you, sir.
[drumroll continues]
[explosion]
Hello there, soldier.
Ready to kill more Germans?
Is everything all right, soldier?
All right?
Yes, sir, I'm all right.
Gen. Mireau: Uh-huh, good fellow.
Are you married, soldier?
Married?
Me married?
Gen. Mireau: Yes. Have you got a wife?
A wife? Have I got a wife?
Sir, he's been shell-shocked.
I beg your pardon, Sergeant,
there is no such thing as shell shock.
Have you got a wife, soldier?
My wife?
My wife. Yes, I have a wife.
I'm never gonna see her again.
I'm gonna be ki— - Get a grip on yourself!
You're acting like a coward! - I am a coward, sir—
Snap out of it, soldier!
Sergeant, I want you to arrange for the immediate transfer
of this baby out of my regiment!
I won't have other brave men contaminated by him!
Yes, sir.
Carry on, Sergeant.
You were right, sir.
This sort of thing can spread if it isn't checked.