Sabah

There's a war.

We have to fight.

Do you think we'll come back?

Does it matter I don't speak French?

You see life disappear in front of you.

And as it goes, you realise just how precious it was.

He seems so much older.

I don't have the ring that I promised you,

but will you just marry me anyway?

That is the third letter

you've written to her this week.

Katie...

Miss you.

Give her a kiss from me.

And me!

And me!

Must be coming up to your first anniversary.

Soon.

See that's the secret to a good marriage,

just spend a week at home once a year.

My feet are aching in these boots.

I think I might join the cavalry.

I don't know where we're going,

but they don't normally move this

many people without good reason.

Well, let's hope we're not reinforcements.

Why?

Well, think about it,

why do they need reinforcements

in the first place?

Because the ones that were there first are dead.

Next time somebody tells me

something's gonna be over by Christmas,

I'm gonna check which Christmas.

Home on Christmas morning. Imagine.

Don't make him any more miserable than he already is.

There's something going on.

Have you seen how many big guns are moving forward?

Yeah, well, the more the merrier

as long as they're on our side.

On your feet, boys.

We just volunteered.

What for?

Stretcher detail. A couple of blokes need patching up,

medics are over by those old barns.

They're miles away, haven't they got any carts?

All being used, that's why I volunteered.

Wing Nut! Two miles carrying a stretcher, you gone mad?

I hope so, then they might send me home.

Come on!

Hang on, if this is his idea,

how come he's not doing any of the carrying?

- I'm carrying the map. - We don't need a map!

Look, this is my mission, I give the orders.

You'll be needing your own stretcher in a minute.

It's okay, we're nearly there.

Exactly.

Besides, it's not the journey that's important,

it's what's at the other end.

Dig deep! Everything away!

What's going on?

The British must be planning something.

Here you are, boys. They're all yours.

Thanks, mate. Okay, let's pick him up. That's it.

I know he's up to something.

Come on then, what's here?

A canteen? Hot grub?

A roast dinner...

- Better than that. - What?

Little birdy told me they had a visitor.

Reckoned it was worth a two mile hike

to put a smile on that miserable gob of yours.

Excuse me, Nurse!

Can you come and see my mate,

please? He's in a really bad way.

I'm not really a nurse, I'll get someone...

No, no, no. It's urgent. I think he's broke something!

It's his heart we think.

Love sick he is, it's the worst case I have ever seen!

Why didn't you tell me?

I thought you were fifty miles away!

You'll have to excuse his manners, he hasn't got any.

Joanna, these are the boys I wrote about.

This is Wing Nut,

Kev, AJ and Jonesy.

I'm very pleased to meet you.

Thank you for looking after him.

It's nothing to do with us, we

keep chucking him over the top,

but he keeps finding his way back.

Like a flamin' homing pigeon he is.

Can't get rid of him.

All right, you can get lost now, boys.

Got any friends as pretty as you, nursey?

Go!

Make the most of it, we've got an hour.

Your friends are funny.

They think they are.

They care about you.

I can tell.

We look out for each other, that's all.

So, you're close by?

Couple of miles.

You wouldn't believe how much stuff they're sending in.

It's the biggest push yet.

It feels like we're near the end.

I hope so.

You all right?

You look sad.

Aren't you pleased to see me?

Of course.

My brother has been killed.

I'm sorry.

He was fighting at Verdun with the French.

I heard it's pretty bad up there.

Is your dad all right?

I think his heart is broken.

But he said he will stay on and fight.

He won't go home until Poland's free again.

And when it is, you can take me there to meet him.

I think I want that more than anything else.

Every time...

they bring wounded in, I feel sick,

thinking it could be you.

You told me to keep my head down, remember?

Boys never do as they're told.

I have to go.

Come back.

Come on, mate. Let's get you away.

The British and French

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

We will dig in deep, and wait.

When the bombardment is over and they think we're all dead

they will come.

And we will be ready for them.

There will be a final mail collection in two hours.

Hello.

Are they getting younger or are we getting older?

Where you lot from?

I'm Harry. From Southport, Lancashire.

All of us are from Lancashire.

How long have you been out here?

We landed last week.

You seen any Germans yet?

- Not yet. - You will.

You itching?

Haven't stopped since we got here.

It's the lice.

Everyone's crawling with 'em.

I remember my first few days, couldn't sleep for scratching.

There's a bit of paraffin in here,

rub it on your skin, it keeps 'em off.

Just careful when you spark up.

Thanks.

I'm Derek.

Tommy.

How old are you?

I'm sixteen.

I had to try three recruitment offices before I got in.

Your mum and dad know you're here?

I left them a note.

You stick close to me, all right?

When you're out there, keep your head down.

And write home.

Your family'll wake up every morning and think you're dead.

Letters are the only way of telling them you're not.

My little brother told me that.

How about a friendly game of cards, boys?

Oh boys, come and have a look at this!

You must be joking!

It was in that old bombed-out house we passed.