Sahara

The latest tanks, planes and artillery are loaded on board transports...

to be shipped to the Libyan desert.

Where they will disembark at the coastal fortress of Tobruk.

Tobruk...

the respectable stronghold of allied resistance in North Africa

from which allied troops...

throw down their comforts, to submerge track effort decor.

And now our boys are over there...

with teams of combat experience in desert conditions.

Side by side, with their British comrades,

against a Nazi war machine.

And they're looking forward to...

wiping the smile off, General Rommels face.

Waco! Let's go! Let's go!

Come on!

This is U.S. Tactical Tank to Unit 5. Repeat message.

U.S. Tactical Tank for Unit 5. Repeat. Over to you. Over.

Sarge!

Get up! Come on! Stand up!

Come on!

I don't understand. Do we go south?

Come on! Get in here!

Down!

Come on.

Okay, okay, but what's the order?

..... Get the hell out of there!

Why didn't you say so in the first place?

"As a walk in the sun" Get in this thing and ...

see how this baby works in the sand, and that's what they said.

Hey, Sarge. We're in trouble. - Yeah?

What, is that a wild guess?

General retreat order. Points to the west and north are under enemy control.

We're boxed in.

We're still going south then, hey Jimmy?

Get down, and give us a hand.

What are we going to do, if we can't get the cement-mixer rolling?

Hey, what did I tell you about that cement-mixer stuff?

Lay off that.

She's sensitive.

Give me a screwdriver.

What's in that stuff, a Pináta?

What stuff?

Nothing.

It can't be just nothing.

Rocks, sand, nothing.

He does his own god damn shopping.

Well, if they keep that up, they're liable to hit us.

She going to get us out of here, Joe?

Uh, she's a lady now.

Now, you gotta treat her like a lady.

Alright, get up there and give it a try.

Cement-mixer. - Yeah, yeah.

I'll tell you.

No woman sounded this sweet,

as this baby is gonna sound, when she gets rolling.

Alright, Jimmy. Give it a try!

God damn it.

Aw, come on Jimmy.

Come on, Jimmy!

He's not feeding her right.

More atriums for the woman after the dinner.

Come on, Waco. Hold on to this. Push on the contacts, while I give it a try.

Hey!

You said go.

I said, get out of there. Get out of there!

Come on, LuLu Belle. Come on.

Come on. Get us out of here.

Come on, keep going.

Come on, LuLu Belle. Come on, sweetheart. You can do it.

LuLu Belle, come on. Don't let me down now.

LuLu Belle.. ! Come on! Here we go!

Ahh!

Waco! Come on. Let's go!

Waco! Come on in here!

He's hurt, Joe!

You gonna make it?

Yeah, I'll be all right.

What happened?

She bit me, Joe!

Well, some women are like that, kid.

Ask Abby.

Let's see, what this is about?

Go.

Jimmy, stay on that radio. - Sure.

Sgt. Gunn, U.S. Army Tactical Tank.

Capt. Halliday, Royal Army Medical Corp.

Where's uh ...the rest of your unit, Sergeant?

Well, you're looking at it.

My gunner got hurt.

Anyone around here help him out?

Yes, of course, I can. Come here, private.

Thank you, sir.

Well, looks like, we're not the only one's, who took a beating.

I had 42 wounded.

By the time the Stuttgart stopped bombing, I had 42 dead.

I guess that Red Cross, doesn't mean anything, anymore, huh?

That's a nasty cut.

How did it happen?

LuLu Belle bit me, sir.

LuLu Belle?

That's the Tank, sir.

What's your problem?

Problem?

Cigarette?

Here. Help yourself.

Merci.

Oh, American ci, I don't see for a long time.

Pass them around.

I'm afraid that's the best I can do, private.

How you doin', Waco?

I'll be alright, Sarge.

You know, we can use all the water you can spare?

Well ...

I'm afraid you are out of luck, sergeant. Our entire supply was destroyed.

All we have left, is what's in our canteens.

These men under your command, sir?

Stragglers, like yourself. Trying to rejoin their outfit.

It's too late for that.

There's been a General Retreat Ordered. Haven't you got a radio?

Had one, sergeant.

That gunfire doesn't sound like a Retreat to me.

Those are German guns, mopping up.

Look, we're cutting south.

We figure, we can link up with another outfit until we can turn and make a stand.

South?

South is the guitar of the prescence, sergeant. It's the worse piece of desert in Libya.

How far do think you will get in a tin can?

That's my Tank, private.

She's a good Tank.

And right now, she's the only ticket you got out of here.

No one had considered Retreat, sergeant.

You're new to the desert. We've been here for awhile

Much better to dig in and wait for re-inforcements.

Re-inforcements?

What are you crazy?

We just got our ass kicked.

I'm sorry sir, but you have been cut off. And south, is the only way out.

Instead of south, I'm for digging in, sir. Better then running scared in a tin coffin.

Good luck.

First, we ain't runnin'. We're obeying orders.

Second, she's not made out of tin. Third she's no ones coffin.

She's an M3 air-cooled Lee.

She can cross 200 miles of desert as easy as you can take a stroll in Picadilly circus.

It would be good for before the war, Sgt.

And uh, .. Picadilly is in London. I'm from Sundargarh.

That will do, gentlemen.

Look, you can either ride with me or see Berlin from the inside of a prison camp.

Me? I'm going into Berlin right on the top of LuLu Belle, there.

Now, south is the only way out and that's the way we're going.

Head south, until we can turn and make a stand.

Good luck, Captain. Come on Waco.

Sargente!

I go with you.

Why?

I like your cigarettes.

It's transporte. We don't have any.

Alright, mount on top.

Merci.

Alright men, we can go with the Americans.

Get your gear. Hurry it up.

Jimmy, wind her up!

Is he any good, this Sergeant?

Is you're Sergeant, any good?

The best.

Joe's a smart guy. Just don't say nothing bad about the Tank.

Sounds alot like a tractor my father used to have.

Don't call it a tractor.

That's my girl. Kathy.

She got a sister?

The last thing she said to me was, "Stay out of trouble, mate."

Did Sgt. Gunn say, out of trouble or into trouble, Jimmy?

Yeah.

Come on, come on baby.

What's the problem?

I think I cut the mixture a little thin. Tried to save on gas.

Alright.

Waco! Tell them they can stretch their legs.

Jimmy! Get down here on the radio.

If I was you all, you can come down now.

Frenchy !

Go for that slope over there and keep a look-out.

Alright, we're only going to be here for a few minutes.

Better eat something.

Drink a third of a cup of water apiece.

Be sure to measure that water in a cup.

Waco. Get my mess kit.

Aw .... babe.

Starving you to death, ain't I?

Well, I know you need gas.

Not as bad as we need water.

Tobruk. That's where I'd head for.

Dais sever. This sand, it's a death trap.

Except, we're not headed for Tobruk.

This Tank has saved us alot of days.

More than you and I've done anyways, in a minute.

Listen to it. The voice of playing the game.

Sgt. Gunn, he knows what he is doing.

Yeah, well, I grew up in the Outbacks son. And the sergeant's a new-born in the desert.

Jimmy!

- Yeah. Get anything on the radio yet?