The first 114 lines.
All this time.
We won't have moved.
You got away from the British?
- How many of you? - Just me.
- Leave them. - What?
- Get off! - You'll get us both killed!
How do we know it will end?
It will. It has to.
Maybe when there's no one left to fight any more.
Push. Please.
Please. You're nearly there.
Shh, shh.
I'm sorry, that's all I've got.
I've got more kids to feed than you have.
Get off, get off me!
Tommy!
It's a boy! They called him Thomas!
It's a boy!
Move back, dig in. Move back, dig in.
We've done nothing but go backwards for a month.
All I'm saying is, why don't we keep just going back,
all the way home? Just throw down our guns and go.
Do you think I want to be here?
Do you think any of us want to be here?
But we are!
I haven't spent four years of my
life watching people that I love
die all around me just to drop my rifle and go home!
Sorry, sorry.
I've watched my friends die, too.
I'm sick of it.
I suppose I can smell the end of it.
I'm just as frightened by that as I am of fighting.
We keep moving forward,
but how come we haven't seen any Germans?
We will.
I can't think what else we're doing here.
Pushing them back, that's all.
They're saying that the Germans might have had enough
now the Americans have joined us.
A bloke from the Irish Guards said that he heard that
some of them are giving up and heading back home.
Don't tell me,
- "This'll all be over by Christmas."
- That's what they're saying!
Yeah. And they said that in 1914, 1915
and '16 and '17.
All right but,
what if they're right what they're saying this time
and we can go home?
I'll kiss everyone I see from here to Blighty.
Well, maybe not everyone.
It's got to be over soon.
I don't know if I can do much more.
We'll be all right.
No, I mean it, Tommy.
I think I'll go mad.
Just stick with me, all right? We'll go home together.
There's an article about Poland.
"As revolution grows across Europe
"and the armistice gets closer,
"it is thought there could be a
new Peoples Republic of Poland
"within weeks."
Can I keep it to show my father?
Right, they're dug in 200 yards ahead,
and we'll wire down
till Artillery's gonna let them know we're here.
Coming, sir.
Move yourselves!
Move! Move! Move!
Come on!
Move yourself!
We've got injured, come on!
Move!
"With Hungary and now Austria out of the war,
"the Germans are becoming isolated
"and the armistice grows nearer by the day."
Joanna Braun. Joanna?
"It is thought that German terms
"will soon be presented to the
allied and associated governments
"and finally...
"the war will be over."
At last!
Her dad's been killed.
I'm not sure if we'll get any more leaves, son.
Not when top brass thinks we've got them on the run
and all we're hearin' is "push forward".
I've got a baby, Sergeant.
Yeah? Well, if this armistice happens,
we'll all be home for good soon.
Do you really think so?
It'll happen. Just don't ask me when.
Hopefully before that nipper of yours starts school.
I'll ask, all right?
Sergeant,
is there any chance of moving
Derek back to the supply trenches?
He's not right.
Go out there and find me a man who is.
I wasn't much use today, was I?
You've marched miles in the past few weeks.
You're just tired, that's all.
We all are.
But you're doing brilliantly.
"Head down, push on till the job's done," remember?
I try, Tommy.
But every time a shell goes off I jump out of my skin.
My hands are always shaking.
My nerves are shot.
I don't want to die.
Stay close to me, you'll be all right.
Do you think I'm a coward?
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