Sgt. Stubby: An American Hero

Oh...

Oh...

Come on, come on, go, go, go, go!

- Come on, we're coming through. - Go, go. Come on. - You'll be okay.

You'll be alright. You're gonna be fine.

Thank you, Stubby.

- Well done, boy. - Good boy.

He saved him again.

That's a good dog.

Get out of here, you stinkin' mutt!

Go rifle through someone else's trash.

Go!

Ah! Watch it, mutt.

- Hey! - Come on!

Whose dog is that?!

: Take care! : We're proud of you!

: When my brother put on the uniform of the United States Army,

I was so very proud.

In 1917, our country went to war with Germany.

All across the nation,

thousands of young men answered the call to fight.

They were just boys.

Well, they were called Doughboys,

and my brother Robert was one of them.

By the time we joined the war in April 1917,

the French and British had already been fighting the mighty German Army

for three long years.

Their spirits were low.

But they were happy to know that we were coming to help.

This is the true story of a special friendship

my brother made while training for the war.

Oh, no, you don't.

Scram, mutt!

Scram!

Left! Left! Left, right, left!

Platoon... halt!

Left... face!

At ease!

No time for lip spittle, boys.

We have four short weeks left to turn you into soldiers.

You've worked hard on drill, learned teamwork,

discipline. But...

next is the crump-hole.

That's why you and I are here.

Wha...?! How did this dog get in here?!

Get out! Get out of here!

Hey!!

Ah!

Hey, shhh, shhh.

Get off of me. Come on, go. I don't have any more food. Go away. Shoo.

Come on, you're gonna get me in trouble. Get off.

- Now General Pershing's gonna change all that. - Go.

Shoo. Shoo.

Go. Get away.

When we get there,

we're gonna take the fight to the enemy.

At least he's ready.

This pooch belong to any of you men?

I see you eyeballing him, Private Conroy.

Better fetch that dog a bone.

Looks like he could use it.

Platoon, atten...tion!

Dismissed.

Alright. Come on, boy, you heard the sergeant. Let's go.

: And that's how Robert met his new little buddy.

Come on, move along. This is not a picnic.

Oh, it's that mutt again.

- Sergeant says get him fed. - Uh, I don't cook for dogs.

Hey, Biscuit, he might be the only one that likes your cooking.

Better be nice to him.

You really know how to make friends, don't you, Olsen?

Sure do. Always.

You, uh, find a new buddy, Conroy?

No, actually, he kinda found me.

Isn't that right, boy?

Can't believe the sergeant let the dog stay.

- He must feel sorry for us. - Alright, alright.

The sergeant gave him a pass, but the colonel never will.

Maybe the sergeant wanted a mascot,

to give the unit a different look.

Ugh. A different smell, too. Hey, no, wait!

What the...? No! Bad dog! Bad dog!

I hate dogs.

No, no, no, no, no, no. Hey, hey, listen.

Listen. Stay.

No. St...

Stay.

Good.

You sleep there, on the floor, not in my bed.

Good.

Good night, boy.

That's enough shuteye! On your feet! Out of the sack!

Left! Left! Left, right, left!

Column left... march!

Left! Left! Left, right, left! Left! Left! Left, right, left!

Left! Left!

Go! Go! Go!

Over the wall, Clayborn, not through it!

I got it.

Oh!

Whose target is that?

Hey, boy, go fetch it.

He's quite a dog you got there, Conroy.

Not even afraid of the sound of gunfire.

Well done, soldier.

- Thank you, Sergeant. - Not you.

You missed the target completely.

I was talking to the dog.

Pick up your feet, Olsen! One after the other!

Ow. Oh.

Back of the line, Conroy. Do it again.

Put your glasses on, Schroeder! The enemy's that way!

: I loved hearing how his little dog

trained right alongside Robert and his buddies.

Platoon... halt!

Robert's letters were full of his exploits.

It made me happy to know how much joy the dog brought to my kid brother.

At ease.

Look at him.

He has been training alongside you guys

and he drills better than most of you.

You could all learn something from him.

I hope you'll be able to keep him, Conroy.

This is the army, Schroeder. If they don't issue it, you don't need it.

That includes pets.

All the same, I'm keeping him.

In fact, I thought of a name for him: Stubby.

It's a perfect name for a perfect little tail.

Ain't that right? Yeah, right, Stubby?

Whoa. One thing's for certain.

When the colonel catches him, it's bye-bye, doggie.

Hmm.

Maybe not.

Alright, bud.

Listen to me, listen. Alright, stay calm.

Stay... No, listen. Sit. Sit.

Stubby, come on.

We're gonna stay here all night until we get this right.

Hold it... hold it.

Hold... it.

That's you, men. You're the Yankee Division.

That includes you too, Stubby.

- What in Sam Hill is that dog doing here?

Platoon, attention!

This is an army base, not a petting zoo! Whose dog is this?!

Yes, he's my dog, Colonel, sir.

What in tarnation?

Did you train this dog, soldier?

Yes, sir. Wasn't that hard, sir.

Next thing you know, he'll be barking out general orders.

Uh, sir, what would you have us do with the dog?

Well, as long as that dog soldiers like that,

he's as welcome as any man in this army. Carry on, men.

You're something else, Stubby.

Remove your gas masks. Do it!

Do it now!

Outside! Now!

This is teargas, men,

not the mustard or poisonous gas you will be facing.

Keep your masks handy at all times.

Get used to them, learn to live in them.

(soldiers groaning and coughing)

Alright, Stubs, here we go.

Whew! Oh!

Oh! Okay, Stubby, you're too quick for me, boy.

Left! Left!