Ghosts of War

Get down!

Get back! Get back!

It's not working!

Medic! Medic!

What's your name?

Gunfire everywhere!

Incoming!

What do you want?

Hey, Butchie.

You got an extra pair of them socks?

These dogs is itching me like crazy.

Should've packed two pair.

I did.

Put holes in the first pair after three days.

Damn it.

I wish I was born flat foot.

My cousin's kid brother got flat feet,

he found out he couldn't get into the army.

He hung himself in my uncle's barn.

You're so full of shit, Kirk.

Your cousin's kid brother's still your cousin, ain't he?

Why would you call him anything else?

No kidding, he's my cousin.

Who would lie about that?

Do you even know why you lie?

Who you crackin' wise at?

The outpost is 30 miles over those hills.

Let's move out.

Feel a jeep comin'.

How many M7s we got?

Maybe we should've spared that jeep.

Still have a long way to walk.

Yeah, 'cause it worked out so well for them.

Nazis ain't so tough now, are ya?

You ain't gonna be needing this. Nope.

Hey, Butchie, keep your eyes outfor any maps, coded messages,

anything we can use against these guys.

What do you think I'm doing?

Hey, Butchie, we got a live one.

You want I should reel him in?

Or throw him back?

He's a major. That'll do.

Let's go, Jerry, put up your dukes.

Huh?

Huh?

Shut up, Eugene.

Scruff fuck knows exactly what I'm saying. Huh?

Huh?

All right.

-Huh? All right. -Yeah.

Hey, look at Rocky Graziano.

Mother Mary, this guy is good.

Nearest crossing now is two miles over that hill.

Go get him, Butchie.

Yep.

Come on, you're swinging like a ding-a-ling.

Sorry, guys, we're way behind. Think I made a wrong turn.

Pack up.

I won't hurt you.

It's okay.

Take it.

Feels like my feet are gonna fall off.

Once we get there, it'll be cake.

You guys can sleep for days.

Who we babysitting this time?

Not a "who."

A mansion or a castle.

It's supposed to be a big deal

when the 82nd Airborne came through

and pushed out the Nazi High Command.

We're to hold it till our relief comes.

-How long is that? -As long as it takes.

Yowza, yowza, yowza. Clean sheets and toilet paper.

No wonder the Nazis commandeered it.

Yeah. What's not to love?

Maybe he's just sleeping.

Yeah, not enough rooms.

Easy, little, your relief is here.

You fall asleep star gazing or something?

Get your gear. Our relief is here.

I think I died and gone to heaven, boys.

Man, you kidding me?

Look at this.

This place is as big as Roseland.

It's bigger than my whole neighborhood in Queens.

Okay, gear up and fall in. We're out in two minutes.

-Wow. -What's the hurry?

There's no hurry.

Why aren't you all sleeping in the beds?

It don't have bedbugs or something?

Yeah, bedbugs.

We put most of the mattresses in the basement.

What's the story, morning glory?

Any news on that thing?

No.

Uh, it doesn't pick up much out here.

Must be broken.

Broken, huh? Maybe you should leave it with us.

Eugene there is a regular Marconian with a screwdriver.

Yeah.

Yeah.

-Can I go now? Not yet.

Where's the grub?

This place was a crowd base for operations,

they stacked the pantry full of sausage, cheeses,

wine and all the brandy that you can drink.

Supply truck comes through to re-up in a week.

They'll have fresh bread and K-rations.

So what's wrong with the joint?

I mean, if this place is like Coney Island,

what's the rush?

You're a day late.

We're behind schedule. And some of us would like

to make furlough, okay, asshole?

Let's go.

One of them left their rucksack behind.

What do you mean you never had fondue?

Were you raised in a brothel?

Give him pots and pans and his Little Lord Fauntleroy.

Hey, how far's the nearest cat house anyway?

Heard the French girls are cut sideways.

It's the Jap girls that are cut sideways, ya ding-a-ling.

I don't see why we should be on lockdown.

We could be here all week.

I'm gonna take a look around the house.

How about a fondue?

Eugene!

The cheese!

Boo.

This is the life, boys.

What?

Is that any good?

Oh, yeah, it's about a machine

that's supposed to be a mental portal

between dimensions, but it turns out,

it's also a portal between times.

You could've just said no.

Break's over.

What the hell is that?

Geez, what the fuck?

Three, two, one.

What the hell was that?

You saw it, too?

Not sure what I saw.

Earl Grey?

It's true.

My cousin's letter says, "They're treating SPOW as well.

"The food ain't so bad.

"And we get to play baseball all day.

"I love you.

"And I can't wait to see you after the war."

And then at the bottom in the letter, he writes,

"P.S., save this stamp for Uncle Harold."

Except there is no Uncle Harold in the family.

So we analyzed steams off the stamp.

All curious, you know.

And underneath,

written in small letters, five words...

"They've cut out my tongue."

God.

What's that?

Ah, I found it in the basement.

Belonged to one of the Nazis who took over the house.

Dieter Werner. 18 years old.

Nazi shithead.

You guys remember Louis from Bravo Company,

the ginger from the pig farm?

How that old whore stole his money roll,

locked herself in the bathroom?

What about her?

He hears glass breaking, she starts screaming bloody murder,

so he starts pounding on the door,

trying to break in, but the door's solid.

And for a couple of minutes, he gets through.

Sees a broken window, the woman's ear in the sink,

and written in the vanity in lipstick,

"Welcome to the wonderful world of the clap."

You're so full of shit, Butchie.

Do you hear that?

I hope it doesn't do that all night.

I might have to sleep outside.

You should if you're gonna read crap.

Well...

I could see why they left it behind.

It says what happened to the family who lived here.

And what he did to them.

Guys, I think I'm going cuckoo.

Is that Morse Code?

I...

H...

A...

V...

E...

N...

O...

Bullshit.

L...

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G...

S.