Thousand Yard Stare

Subtitles by explosiveskull

Where are you?

Private Gregory Sullivan, Rangers.

You'll be okay, son, you're goin' home.

Lieutenant Jeffrey Tokariuk, 19th Engineers.

Blind and deaf, mortar shell blew up in his face.

Sergeant Roland Rothach, 26th Infantry.

Combat fatigue.

No internal or external trauma.

Come back to me.

- Morning, Mr. Rothach. - Hey.

- How are you today, sir? - Uh, good.

All right, lemme see what I got for you here.

I got a quart of milk, I got one can of coffee,

I got one carton cigarettes,

I got six cans beans in tomato sauce,

I got six cans beans in maple syrup,

I got six cans beans with lard,

I got six cans beans with maple syrup and lard,

I got 20 tins of tuna, I got

five bottles of whisky there,

I got one jar raspberry jam for ya.

I just gotta get you to sign this here.

Mr. Rothach, sir.

Thank you.

Hold on.

Thank you very much, sir, see ya next Tuesday.

Here, try.

What about it?

- Yeah, that's right. - She's not my lady.

Hey.

Is that your lady?

She ain't wearin' nothing but an apron.

There you go, you kids have fun.

Have her home before dark.

Catch you fellas later.

Draw me one.

Is this second platoon, Dog Company?

Yep, first squad.

Got some mail for ya.

- Fisher. - Over here, Daddy.

Oh, look who it is. Hobbs how's it going?

- Jackson! - Oh.

Johnson.

Yup. Wow, good job.

- Rot-hatch. - Rothach.

Hey, it's from Mr. Goretti.

- Oh, shit, really? - Yeah.

Yeah.

Hey, what would you see tonight,

Casablanca or Cat People?

- Ooh, Cat People. - Austin?

- Sounds like... - Austin. - Sounds like a winner.

Okay, so, it's a modern girl

- cursed by an ancient legend. - Lieutenant Pine?

The legend of the cat people.

Yeah, it sounds pretty sexy.

Definitely.

Bastard.

No, never mind.

- There a problem Inglis? - Lemme see. - Yeah.

I keep sendin' 'em my stories

and they haven't published any of 'em yet.

The Dawn of the Days of Glory.

The Great War, As Fought by Jack Inglis.

Hmm, January 17th, 1943.

It was a cold night on the front lines.

There was a soft breeze in the air,

wafting the scent of the enemy towards us.

Guys...

We could hear the artillery fire

echoing beyond the horizon.

- It rattled our bones. - Dear Roland,

How can words describe how much I love you?

Well, come a little closer.

Let me whisper in your darling ears all these loving words,

because they're meant for you.

You are the world.

You are everything.

But part of me is missing.

- And that part is you. - Sleep is a dream.

Reality,

- a nightmare. - A nightmare.

It's a nightmare, Jack!

No matter what,

no matter how long you're gone for,

whether it's weeks or months or all of forever,

I will always be yours, as you are mine.

From now to the end of time.

I love you, and only you,

for always.

Keep this letter close and dream of me often,

as I dream of you.

Be safe, my love.

- For I am a soldier afterall, Forever yours, Barbara. - An American soldier,

prepared by the best to fight and die for my country.

Aw, come on, what's the big deal?

You know We would have read it

if it got published anyways, right?

I didn't send this one in yet.

I don't like it when people read my stuff

before it's finished.

It's good.

What it was good?

- First squad, listen up. - Atten-hut!

Kraut armor has broken through the lines at Sidi Bouzid.

Battalion's reporting heavy casualties

to the 36th infantry and 1st armor.

The 26th RCT is falling back to Kasserine.

We'll reinforce the line and wait there for further orders.

Okay, everyone, pack up.

Full gear, we're not comin' back here.

Any questions?

Good, 30 minutes at the rally point.

Happy Valentine's Day.

Say goodbye to your father, James.

Be good for your Mother, all right?

Okay.

Okay, well,

we're going then.

I love you.

Johnson, where are we at with the extra ammo?

I gotta check check back at CP, we got nothin'.

Well hurry up.

- Fuck you. - Fuck you.

- I love you too. - Oh, Fuck your mother. - Don't hurt yourself there.

- Kit issues? - No, it's not bad enough

I got to take take a shit every five minutes

from these goddamn rations, but I gotta fuck around

with this junk now.

Come here.

Ah, you're all tangled up.

What the hell's all this shit for anyway?

Since we're not gonna see any action.

- Lookin' good, soldier. - Yeah?

Like the belle of the ball.

Thanks, Sergeant, I'll probably be back.

Goddammit!

Don't move!

Are you alone?

Don't move.

Is there anyone else here with you?

I said don't move!

Halt!

A minute 23 left in the penalty to Bentley.

Montreal crosses center ice and Toe Blake

brings the puck up to the Chicago line.

Can't get it past, Toomer pokes it off his stick.

Puck takes a strange bounce, goes down the left side,

it's picked up by Reg Hamilton,

but he loses control and can't get it up.

Blake does a fine job tying the Chicago defender

- up along the boards. - James, bedtime.

But the game's not over yet.

It's getting late and you have school in the morning.

Say goodnight to your father, and let's go.

And dumps the puck into

the Montreal end after being carried by Bouchard

Sweet dreams.

Time, get set up.

And with a minute left in the penalty,

the Canadians, stick handling neatly, get it over the line.

Bouchard gets a big pass from Blake.

He sends the shot away,

and the puck goes into the corner.

Bouchard pinches in, gets the stick on it,

fires it back down into the corner.

Blake's the first on it.

He stops, looks, and passes to Medea in the slot.

It's intercepted by Colleta but he's

tied up by.

Hamilton tries to help 'em out, Pallas,

but before he can clear Blake keeps it in.

and defense lining up against.

You will take the extra...

Incoming!

Take cover!

Move, move, move!

Rothach, Rothach!

Machine gun squad, 10 o'clock!

I need you and your squad on me.

First Squad, on me!

Get the lead out.

Go, go, go, go.

Stay down, we're gonna get you to safety!

Fire team, get ready to support our movement.

- Go! - Fisher, Painter, up!

Lieutenant!

Open fire!

Shit!

Fall back, everyone, fall back, on me!

Go, go, go, go!

water.

Huh?

Huh?

Suppressing fire!

Almost out!

Sarge, we're almost out, we...

Medic, Medic!

Here they come!