Sabah

The British and French

are about to throw everything they've got at us.

Do you think this is it?

That whatever happens here...

It'll be the end of it?

You seen any Germans yet?

- Not yet. - You will.

Everyone will remember that this is where we won the war!

Here, at the Somme!

Cyril!

I can see him.

Every night before I sleep.

If I sleep.

And again every morning.

Sometimes, I'll forget.

Lost in a task.

Then I'll remember.

And it's like watching him go for

the first time all over again.

- We've lost him. - 'Course we haven't.

Yes, we have.

Even if he comes back, he won't

be the same boy who left, will he?

Our little boy.

How could he be?

You have to stop thinking like this, Annie.

Then tell me he will.

Lie to me.

It's coming up to three years.

We're fighting over a patch of ground 10 miles from here.

We're bringing troops back from the east.

So, we get more troops and the

Americans will join the British.

Whatever happens...

We're going round in circles.

The whole world's going nowhere.

We're fighting over the same field.

We can still win.

Win what?

Watch out! Get down from there!

Sentry, get back down!

Raid! They're coming!

There's more coming!

Here, Sergeant!

They're moving us back up to where we started.

Started the war?

All this time.

We might have moved.

What if it never stops?

What if no one wins and no one gives up?

I mean, what if this is all there is?

All there's ever gonna be?

They tell us we're moving forward,

or north or east or back where we started,

but half the time we've no idea where we are.

We fire at these figures in the distance,

but we don't really know who we're shooting at.

This isn't the war like I read about in school.

Like I thought it was gonna be.

We're not conquering anything.

Marching into towns with flags.

What if...

- What if it never ends? - Wars end.

Yeah, but there's never been a war like this, has there?

If there's never been a war like this, how do we know

it will end?

It will. It has to.

Maybe when there's no one left to fight any more.

There's no more leave before we go, Edwards, I'm sorry.

It's just...

I haven't seen her for a month.

Orders.

We have to move out this morning.

Been a rough ride?

In the thick of it.

Same for everyone.

I'm just...

I know.

Look. We ran some raids this morning.

There's a BWI prisoner detail leaving in half an hour,

they could use another man.

The camp's half a mile from where she'll be.

Now, I daresay they'd let you stop off there

if something terrible happened, like

you sprained your ankle on the way.

Yes, Sergeant.

Thank you, Sergeant.

But I don't want to go without you.

You'll be fine.

Just stick with the other lads.

I'll meet you there.

Save me a decent bunk, all right?

The Sergeant said you needed a hand.

Mission of mercy, I was told.

- Girlfriend? - That's right.

All right, get them up!

- Up, up! - Come on! Come on! Everybody.

They don't seem so different to us.

I bet if we'd met before the war, in a bar,

we'd have talked, laughed together.

Maybe.

Well, anyway.

At least the war's over.

What?

We fought hard, and now we're prisoners. What...

What else can we do?

We can escape.

Get back to our lines.

What's going on?

Deserter.

Time to move out.

Be quiet.

I'm watching you.

We'll rest up here.

Gentlemen, all in a line. Now.

Line up! Line up!

You have an hour.

A minute longer, you'll be a deserter.

Sit down! And don't move.

Do not move.

I haven't got much time.

They're moving us on again and I had to see you.

- Can you get a break? - Wait.

Are you all right?

Yeah. I am now.

All those sweet boys...

What's wrong?

I'm pregnant.

You hate me?

No!

No! No! I love you.

I'm just shocked.

Good. Me too.

But you're happy?

Yeah!

We'll have to get married.

- You don't have to. - No.

No, I want to.

I don't know how it all works and that, but I can find out.

What?

I just thought...

I want to marry you.

Then, what's wrong?

I always dreamed the day I'd get married.

I'd be on my father's arm.

I don't know where he is.

I don't even know if he's still alive.

He's alive.

All right?

And we'll wait for him.

- You don't mind? - No.

We'll have to think of a name.

Two names!

Two?

One for a boy, one for a girl.

Right. Yeah.

Maybe we don't need to do it right now.

Yeah.

But, you know, when it comes...

I mean, you can't stay here.

I could go home, but I don't have one.

I can't go back to Cracow.

One of the medics said there

is a convent not far from here.

No.

No. I'll write to my parents, you can stay there.

I don't even know them.

They will love you,