Band of Brothers - Currahee

Part one - Currahee
June 4, 1944, Upottery, England

Anonymous soldier: "Okay, boys, let's get this gear stowed."

Anonymous soldier (Fox company leader): "Fox Company, we go in five."

Anonymous soldier: "Sergeant Maynard?"

Anonymous soldier: "Nope."

Anonymour soldier (priest): "In the name of the Father and the Son..."

Anonymous soldier: "1st Platoon, draw small arms. It'll be too late when you face the enemy."

Meehan: "Easy Company! Listen up! Gather up around me. Move it up! Come on, gentlemen. Let's go!"

Meehan: "The Channel coast is socked in with rain and fog. High winds on the drop zone. No jump tonight.
The invasion has been postponed. We're on a 24-hour stand-down."

Guarnere: "Son of a bitch..."

Meehan: "Drill sergeants, take charge."


Nixon: "I think it's clearing up."

Nixon: "Think it's clearing up?"

Winters: "Nope."

Nixon: "I think it's clearing up."

Nixon: "How are your men?"

Winters: "They'll be fine."

Nixon: "Five o'clock in New York. Four o'clock in Chicago."

Winters: "Happy hour, huh?"

Nixon: "Yeah, happy hour...A couple of drinks, maybe an early dinner before the theater."

Nixon: "Civilized place for civilized men."

Winters: "Should have been born earlier, Nix."

Nixon: "What, and give up all this?"

Nixon: "We'll go to Chicago. I'll take you there."

Winters: "Yeah... We'll see."

Nixon: "Actually, you know who's from there?"

Winters: "Who? Oh, him."

Nixon: "712 days with that son of a bitch and here we are."


Two years earlier, Camp Toccoa, Georgia

Sobel: "You people are at the position of attention!"

Sobel: "Pvt. Perconte, have you been blousing your trousers over your boots like a paratrooper?"

Perconte: "No, sir."

Sobel: "Then explain the creases at the bottom."

Perconte: "No excuse, sir."

Sobel: "Volunteering for the Parashooting Infantry is one thing, Perconte, but you've got a long way to prove that you belong here."

Sobel: "Your weekend pass is revoked."

Sobel: "Name."

Luz: "Luz, George."

Sobel: "Dirt in the rear sight aperture. Pass revoked."

Sobel: "When did you sew on the chevron, Sgt. Lipton?"

Lipton: "Yesterday, sir."

Sobel: "Long enough to notice this. Revoked."

Lipton: "Sir."

Sobel: "Name."

Malarkey: "Malarkey, Donald G."

Sobel: "Malarkey... 'Malarkey' is slang for 'bullshit', isn't it?"

Malarkey: "Yes, sir."

Sobel: "Rust on the butt plate hinge spring, Pvt. Bullshit. Revoked."

Sobel: "Name."

Liebgott: "Liebgott, Joseph D., sir."

Sobel: "Rusty bayonet, Liebgott. Do you wanna kill germans?"

Liebgott: "Yes, sir."

Sobel: "Not with this."

Sobel: "I wouldn't take this rusty piece of shit to war...and I will not take you to war in your condition."

Sobel: "Now, thanks to these men and their infractions, every man in the company who had a weekend pass has lost it."

Sobel: "Change into your PT gear. We're running Currahee."

Winters: "2nd Platoon, fall out. We have two minutes."


Perconte: "I ain't going up that hill."

Martin: "Hey, Perconte, what are you thinking of, blousing your pants?"

Perconte: "Shut up, alright? He gigged everybody!"

Martin: "Yeah? Well you should know better! Don't give him no excuses."

Perconte: "Excuses? Why don't you come here, look at these trousers, get down and you tell me if there's a crease on them!"

Lipton: "Alright, let's go! On the road, in PT formation. Let's move, move, move!"

Lipton: "Perconte. Let's go, Perconte."

Lipton: "Pvt. White, why are you not in your PT gear?"

Lipton: "I asked you a question, private."

Anonymous soldier: "Ah, Easy Company. Hey while you're running, don't worry, we'll take your dames to the movies for you."

Liebgott: "Yeah, good, they need some female company!"


Sobel: "Where do we run?"

Easy: "Currahee!"

Sobel: "What's Currahee mean?"

Easy: "We stand alone!"

Sobel: "How far up? How far down?"

Easy: "Three miles up, three miles down!"

Sobel: "Now, what company is this?"

Easy: "Easy Company!"

Sobel: "And what do we do?"

Easy: "Stand alone!"

Sobel: "Do not help that man! Do not help that man. You do not stop."

Sobel: "You have 13 minutes to get to the top of this mountain if you wanna serve in the paratroopers!"

Sobel: "Hi-yo, Silver!"

Winters: "Come on, you can make it up there! Come on! Come on, Alley! Let's go! Come on, Guarnere! You got it! Come on!"

Sobel: "I never thought I'd see the day, Pvt. Wynn."

Sobel: "We are coming on 23 minutes. That may be good enough for the rest of the 506, but that is not good enough for Easy Company!"

Winters: "We can do this! Come on!"

Grant: "Come on, Talbert! Come on!"

Guarnere: "Come on! Go!"


Bull: "I'm gonna say something."

Luz: "To who?"

Bull: "Lt. Winters."

Winters: "What is it?"

Bull: "Permission to speak, sir."

Winters: "Permission granted."

Bull: "Sir, we've got nine companies, sir."

Winters: "We do."

Bull: "How come we're the only company marching every Friday night, 12 miles, full-packed uniform, in the pitch dark?"

Winters: "Why do you think, Pvt. Randelman?"

Bull: "Lt. Sobel hates us, sir."

Winters: "Lt. Sobel does not hate Easy Company, Pvt. Randelman. He just hates you."

Bull: "Thank you, sir."

Muck (?): "He hates him back."

Luz(?): "He hates you, too, Muck."

Sobel: "Lt. Winters, I want canteens out of belts with the caps unscrewed."

Winters: "Easy Company, canteens out and open."

Sobel: "On my command they will pour the contents onto the ground."

Winters: "Under CO's order, you will upend your canteen."

Sobel: "Now, lieutenant."

Winters: "Pour them!"

Sobel: "Who is this!?"

Sobel: "Christenson! Why is there no water in your canteen? You drank from your canteen, didn't you?"

Christenson: "Sir, I-"

Sobel: "Lt. Winters!"

Winters: "Yes, sir?"

Sobel: "Was this man ordered to not drink from his canteen during the Friday night march?"

Winters: "He was, sir."

Sobel: "Pvt. Christenson, you have disobeyed a direct order. You will fill your canteen and repeat all 12 miles of the march immediately!"

Christenson: "Yes, sir."

Sobel: "Fall out!!!"

Sobel: "What in the name of God are you doing with my company?"

Sobel: "You're late and you allow troopers to disobey direct orders?"

Winters: "No excuse, sir."

Sobel: "You're making me look bad, lieutenant. This is not Dog Company. This is not Fox Company. This is Easy Company." 

Sobel: "And under my command this will be the first and finest company in this regiment."

Sobel: "I want the names of six men... their infractions and your disciplinary recommendations on my desk by 0130. Is that clear?"

Winters: "What infractions, sir?"

Sobel: "Find some."


Nixon: "So, what did you do?"

Winters: "Picked six men and gave them latrine duty."

Nixon: "The lucky six?"

Winters: "McDonald, Toye, Perconte, Lipton, Muck and Guarnere."

Nixon: "Why them?"

Winters: "It was their turn."

Nixon: "Sobel's a genius. I had a headmaster just like him in prep school; I know the type."

Winters: "Lewis, Michelangelo's a genius, Beethoven's a genius..."

Nixon: "You know a man in this company who wouldn't double-time Currahee with a full pack, just to piss in that guy's morning coffee?"


Sobel: "Let's go! Let's go!"

Anonymous soldier at the door: "Go!"

Anonymous soldier: "1000, 2000, 3000, 4000."

Sobel: "Stand in the door."

Anonymous soldier at the door: "Go!"

Smokey: "1000, 2000, 3000, 4000."

Sobel: "You just broke both your legs, Pvt. Gordon! Are you trying to get yourself killed?"

Smokey: "No, sir!"

Sobel: "Stand in the door."

Guarnere: "Shit!"

Winters: "To the wall! To the wall! Over as a team! Come on! Against the wall!"

Muck: "Jesus! What the hell is this!?"

Bull: "That's pig guts, boy."

Muck: "Goddamn it..."

Sobel: "Why are you here, Pvt. Gordon?"

Smokey: "I wanna be in the Airborne, sir."

Sobel: "I don't believe you. Why are you here, Pvt. Gordon?"

Smokey: "I wanna be in the Airborne, sir!"

Sobel: "You have 50 minutes to the top and back, and I will be watching you. What are you waiting for?"


Col. Sink: "Easy Company has the finest performance record in the entire 2nd Battalion. I believe every bit of that is thanks to you."

Col. Sink: "Congratulations, Capt. Sobel."

Sobel: "Thank you, sir."

Col. Sink: "Isn't that Lt. Winters, leading Easy Company in PT?"

Sobel: "Yes, sir."

Col. Sink: "He's a damn good man. I was planning on giving him a set of these today. Why don't you do it? He'd be proud to get them from you."

Sobel: "Pornography, contraband."

Sobel: "Non-regulation clothing, contraband."

Sobel: "This man had 200 prophylactic kits in his footlocker. How in the name of God was he gonna have the strength to fight the war!?"

Sobel: "How is it Pvt. Tipper has spare time for so much correspondence?"

Winters: "Captain, are personal letters to be considered contraband?"

Sobel: "These men aren't paratroopers yet lieutenant; they have no personal property."

Sobel: "What is this? Anybody."

Nixon: "It's a can of peaches, sir."

Sobel: "Lt. Nixon thinks this is a can of peaches. That is incorrect, Lt. Your weekend pass is cancelled."

Sobel: "This is United States Army property, which was taken without authorization from my mess facility."

Sobel: "And I will not tolerate thievery in my unit. Whose footlocker is this?"

Winters: "Private Parks', sir."

Sobel: "Get rid of him."

Sobel: "All weekend passes are cancelled, officers included. Carry on."

Sobel: "Lt. Winters."

Sobel: "Colonel Sink has seen fit to promote you. As first lieutenant, you'll serve as my executive officer."

Sobel: "Congratulations."

Winters: "Thank you, sir."

Sobel: "And as a test of your organizational skills and command potential, I am designating you mess officer for 14 days."

Sobel: "Report to the mess kitchen at 0515 hours. Company breakfast to be served at 0600."

Winters: "Yes, sir."

Sobel: "And, Dick, there's rain forecast tomorrow, so the company will have a light afternoon of lecture and classroom instruction."

Sobel: "I think a special meal before their afternoon off would be a welcome change of pace. Would you agree?"

Winters: "Yes, sir."

Sobel: "I like spaghetti."


Anonymous soldier (cook): "Hold on, more coming. (to Winters) These guys are packing it away."

Anonymous soldier: "This stuff is orange. Spaghetti ain't supposed to be orange."

Perconte: "This ain't spaghetti. This is Army noodles with ketchup."

Guarnere: "You ain't gotta eat it."

Perconte: "Oh, come on, Gonnorrhea, as a fellow Italian you should know that calling this crap spaghetti is a mortal sin."

Hoobler: "You don't want it? I'll have it."

Perconte: "I'm eating here!"

Guarnere: "Hey! Get outta here."

Sobel: "Orders changed! Get up! Lectures are cancelled; Easy Compay is running up Currahee! Move! Move!"

Sobel: "Three miles up, three miles down! Hi-yo, Silver! Let's go! Let's go!"


Sobel: "You're a washout, Pvt. Hoobler! You should pack up those ears and go home!"

Sobel: "Looks like Gordon's done! Aren't you, Gordon? You finished? You do not deserve to get your wings!"

Sobel: "Pvt. Randelman, you look tired. There's an ambulance waiting for you at the bottom of the hill. It can all be over right now."

Sobel: "No more pain, no more Currahee... No more Capt. Sobel."

Luz: "We pull upon the rises..."

Easy: "...We pull upon the grass, we never land upon our feet, we always hit our ass. Hi-Dee, Hi-Dee, Christ Almighty,
who the hell are we? Zim-Zam, goddamn, we're Airborne Infantry! (repeat)"


Anonymous soldier (jump teacher): "So do we feel like we're ready to be Army Paratroopers?"

Easy: "Yes, sergeant!"

Anonymous soldier (jump teacher): "I hope so. This will be the first of five exits from a C-47 aircraft scheduled for today."

Anonymous soldier (jump teacher): "Get ready! Stand up! Hook up!"

Anonymous soldier (jump teacher) VO: "Upon succesful completion of your fifth and final jump, you'll be certified Army paratroopers."

Anonymous soldier (jump teacher): "Check equipment! Sound off for equipment check!"

Anonymous Easy men: "Nine okay! Eight okay! Seven okay!"

Sobel: "Six okay!"

Anonymous Easy men: "Five okay! Four okay! Three okay!"

Nixon: "Two okay!"

Winters: "One okay!"

Anonymous soldier (jump teacher): "There'll be a lot of men jumping from the sky today, hopefully under deployed canopies."

Anonymous soldier (jump teacher): "Stand in the door! I guarantee you're gonna love it, lieutenant. Go! Go!"

Anonymous soldier (jump teacher): "Jumping from 1000 feet AGL, in sticks of 12 jumpers per aircraft. All you have to do is remember what you were taught.
And I guarantee you, gravity will take care of the rest."

Anonymous soldier (jump teacer): "Go! Go! Go! (repeat for all the guys)"

Anonymous soldier (jump teacher): "And gentlemen, rest assured, any refusals in the aircraft or at the door, and I guarantee you will be out of the Airborne."

Anonymous Easy men: "Four okay! Three okay! Two okay! One okay!

Anonymous soldier (jump teacher): "Stand in the door! Now!"


Easy (to Guarnere): "1000, 2000, 3000, 4000, 5000, 6000, 7000, 8000, 9000!"

Guarnere: "Hi-yo, Silver!"

Perconte: "Now, just think. If you had any class or style like me, someone might mistaken you for somebody."

Martin: "You mean like your fucking sergeant?"

Perconte: "I'm just kidding."

Perconte: "Congratulations, Martin!"

Luz (Sobel imitation): "Cpl. Toye. There will be no leaning in my company. Are those dusty jump wings?
How do you expect to slay the Huns with dust on your jump wings?!"

Toye: "Luz, just give me a drink."

Luz: "Hell of an idea, Joe."

Luz: "There you go. Three miles up, three miles down."

Anonymous soldier: "Ten-hut!" (I'm not sure if this is correct, but that's what it says in the subtitles.)

Col. Sink: "Well, at ease, paratroopers."

Col. Sink: "Good evening, Easy Company!"

Easy: "Evening, sir!"

Col. Sink: "Now, Parachute Infantry is a brand new concept in American military history. But by God, the 506 is gonna forge that brand new concept into victory!"

Easy: "Yes, sir!"

Col. Sink: "I want you to know that I'm damn proud of each and every one of you. Now, you deserve this party."

Col. Sink: "Thank you, Sgt. Grant."

Grant: "Sir."

Col. Sink: "So I want you to have fun, and remember our motto: Currahee!"

Easy: "Currahee!"


June 23, 1943, Camp Mackall, N.C.

Sobel: "Petty! Map! Come on!"

Petty: "Oh, Christ..."

Sobel: "We're in the wrong position."

Sobel: "We're in the wrong position!"

Winters: "We're text book-position for ambush, sir. I think we should sit tight, let the enemy team come into our killing zone."

Sobel: "They're right out there somewhere. Let's just get them!"

Winters: "Sir, we have perfect cover here."

Sobel: "Lieutenant, deploy your troops."

Winters: "2nd Platoon, move out!"

Muck: "What?"

Winters: "Tactical column!"

Anonymous soldier (leader of the drill): "Captain, you've just been killed, along with 95% of your company. Your outfit?"

Sobel: "Easy Company, 2nd Battalion, 506."

Anonymous soldier (leader of the drill): "Leave three wounded men on the ground and report back to the assembly area."

Sobel: "Goddamn it... You, you, you."


Nixon: "What are you gonna do?"

Winters: "Nothing, just keep training the men."

Welsh: "Am I interrupting?"

Winters: "No, no. Lt. Lewis Nixon, Lt. Harry Welsh, just in from the 82nd."

Welsh: "Congratulations on the promotion."

Nixon: "Thanks, if you wanna call it that."

Nixon: "You'll learn him pretty quickly. No flaws, no vices, no sense of humour."

Winters: "Just like your chums up at Battalion staff?"

Winters: "What's up?"

Welsh: "I'm hearing a lot of rumblings."

Nixon: "Sobel? We were just talking about that."

Welsh: "So, he gets a little jumpy in the field?"

Nixon: "He gets jumpy and then you get killed."

Welsh: "That's nice..."

Winters: "Yeah, listen, if we discuss it, I think it should be just amongst ourselves."

Welsh: "Oh, absolutely."

Sobel: "2nd Platoon ready?"

Winters: "Ready, sir."

Sobel: "Then get them in formation. We're moving out."

Winters: "Yes, sir."


Toye: "Shut up, Cobb."

Cobb: "You gotta admit, he's got no chance. Either the Krauts will get him, or one of us."

Liebgott: "Who? Sobel?"

Shifty: "He screwed up one maneuver."

Liebgott: "Ah, you know, I'm always fumbling with grenades... Would be easy if one went off by accident, you know..."

Shifty: "Well, they must have put him in charge for a reason."

Liebgott: "Yeah, 'cause the Army wouldn't make a mistake, right, Shift?"


Nixon: "Going my way?"

Winters: "Where ever the train takes me..."

Nixon: "Where do you suppose that might be?"

Winters: "I haven't got a clue."

Nixon: "Yeah, come on, take a guess. Atlantic? Pacific? Atlantic?"

Winters: "I'm not the intelligence officer."

Nixon: "Well as such, I of course know, but if I told you, I'd have to kill you."

Winters: "So don't tell me."

Nixon: "New York City. Troop Ship. England."

Nixon: "We're invading Europe, my friend. Fortress Europa."

Winters: "Since when do I drink?"

Nixon: "Well, if I thought you'd drink, I wouldn't offer it to you."

Winters: "Nix, what are you gonna do when you get into combat?"

Nixon: "Oh, I have every confidence in my scrounging abilities."

Nixon: "And I have a case of Vat 69 hidden in your footlocker."

Winters: "Really?"

Nixon: "Oh yeah."

Nixon: "Morning."

Welsh: "This could turn into a real nice trip."


September 6, 1943, Brooklyn Naval Shipyard

Sobel VO (a letter): "Dear Sir or Madam: Soon your son will drop from the sky to engage and defeat the enemy. Your frequent letters of love and encouragement will arm
him with a fighting heart. With that, he cannot fail but will win glory for himself, make you proud of him and his country ever grateful for his service in its hour of need.
Signed Herbert M. Sobel, Captain, Commanding."

Muck: "Right now, some lucky bastard's headed for the South Pacific. He's gonna get billeted on some tropical island, sit under a palm tree with six naked native girls,
helping him cut up coconuts, so he can hand-feed them to the flamingos."

Anonymous soldier: "Flamingos are mean; they bite."

Sisk: "So do the naked native girls."

Perconte: "With any luck."

Toye: "Hey, guys, I'm glad I'm going to Europe. Hitler gets one of these right accross the windpipe, Roosevelt changes Thanksgiving to Joe Toye Day and pays me
10 000 $ in a year for the rest of my fucking life."

Smokey: "What if we don't get to Europe? What if they send us to North Africa?"

Guarnere: "My brother's in North Africa; he says it's hot."

Malarkey: "Really? It's hot in Africa?"

Guarnere: "Shut up. Point is, it don't matter where we go. Once we get into combat, the only person you can trust is yourself and the fellow next to you."

Toye: "Hey, long as he's a paratrooper."

Luz: "Oh yeah? What if that paratrooper turns out to be Sobel?"

Christenson: "If I'm next to Sobel in combat, I'm moving on down the line. Hook up with some other officer, like Heyliger or Winters."

Guarnere: "I like Winters, he's a good man. But when the bullets start flying, I don't know if I want a Quaker doing my fighting for me."

Muck: "How do you know he's a Quaker?"

Guarnere: "He ain't Catholic."

Malarkey: "Neither is Sobel."

Guarnere: "That prick's a son of Abraham."

Liebgott: "He's what?"

Guarnere: "He's a Jew."

Liebgott: "Fuck... I'm a Jew."

Guarnere: "Congratulations. Get your nose out of my face."

Anonymous soldier #1: "What's that all about?"

Anonymous soldier #2: "Gonorrhea called Sobel a Jew. Liebgott took offence 'cause he's a Jew too."

Anonymous soldier #1: "Fighting over Sobel. That's smart."


September 18, 1943, Aldbourne, England

Anonymous soldier (leader of the drill): "Attack! No! You wanna kill him!"

Anonymous soldier (leader of the drill): "Parry right! Parry left! Front! Recover."

Welsh: "Yesterday we talked about magnetic declination and left-add, right-subtract rule. Today we're gonna put it into practise."

Lipton: "There are two basic types of fighting positions. The first is a prepared position. The advantages of prepared position are that it gives your cover and concealment."

Col. Sink: "Commence fire!"

Col. Sink: "We will then maneuver right in through these trees. At the same time our 2nd Platoon, in this particular case, moves over here. He's then gonna close with
and kill or capture that German."

Winters: "Sobel's late."

Sobel: "Why is there a fence here? There should be no fence here. Tipper!"

Tipper: "Yes, sir?"

Sobel: "Give me the map."

Sobel: "Perconte. Luz. Get the men... Take cover behind those trees!"

Luz: "All right, let's go. Move it out, fellas."

Sobel: "There should be no... There should be no fence here."

Evans: "Uh, we could go over it, sir."

Sobel: "Really? That's not the point! Where the goddamn--- Where the goddamn hell are we?"

Sisk: "Perconte?"

Perconte: "Yeah?"

Sisk: "Sobel's lost again, isn't he?"

Perconte: "Yeah, he's lost."

Sisk: "Fucking Christ..."

Perconte: "Hey, Luz! Can you do Maj. Horton?"

Luz (Horton imitation): "Does a wild bear crap in the woods, son?"

Perconte: "Maybe the good major can goose this schmuck; get us moving?"

Luz: "No, no way. I'm not gonna---"

Muck: "Oh yeah! Luz, you gotta! Come on."

Luz: "All right, just this once. Shhh!"

Sobel: "356833... Isn't that the intersection? 

Tipper: "No, sir, it's here. You're a full grid off."

Sobel: "Goddamn it."

Luz (Horton imitation): "Is there a problem, Capt. Sobel?"

Sobel: "Who said that?! Who broke silence!?"

Tipper: "I think it's Maj. Horton, sir."

Sobel: "Maj. Horton!? What, is he... Did he join us?"

Tipper: "I think, maybe he's moving between the platoons, sir?"

Luz (Horton imitation): "What is the goddamn hold up, Mr. Sobel!?"

Sobel: "A fence, sir, a --- God! A barbed-wire fence, sir!"

Luz (Horton imitation): "Oh, that dog just ain't gonna hunt!"

Luz: "Shut up!"

Luz (Horton imitation): "Now, you cut that fence and get this goddamn platoon on the move!!!"

Sobel: "Yes, sir!"

Sobel: "Where are my goddamn wire-cutters?"

Winters: "We have to move."

Lipton: "Sir, without Capt. Sobel and 1st Platoon?"

Winters: "It's a T-intersection. We improvise."

Winters: "Double envolvement, lay down a base of fire to cut the road in all directions, hook right with 1st Squad. Tell Guarnere to move left with 2nd, I'll be right in
the middle with third. Go."

Lipton: "Yes, sir."

Old English man: "Dearie me."

Old English man: "Bloody hell."

Old English man: "You've done it now, Yanks. You've captured me."

Sobel: "Hi-yo, Silver!"

Old English man: "Would that be the enemy?"

Winters: "As a matter of fact, yes."

Winters: "Good work, 2nd Platoon. We took the objective."


Strayer: "Who was the idiot who cut that man's fence!?"

Sobel: "I was ordered to, sir."

Strayer: "By who?"

Sobel: "Maj. Horton, sir."

Strayer: "Maj. Horton?"

Sobel: "Yes, sir."

Strayer: "Maj. Horton told you to do that?"

Sobel: "Yes, sir."

Strayer: "Maj. Horton ordered you to cut the fence?"

Sobel: "Yes, he did."

Strayer: "Maj. Horton is on leave. In London."

Strayer: "Get those cows outta here!"


Evans: "Lt. Winters."

Evans: "With Capt. Sobel's compliments, sir. Lieutenant."

Winters: "Oh, for crying out loud..."

Nixon: "Misspelled 'court-martial'."

Winters: "No, sir, I do not understand. Your orders to me were to inspect latrines at 1000 hours."

Winters: "From 0930 to 0955, I was cencoring mail by order of Col. Strayer."

Winters: "At 1000 hours, I followed your orders to the minute."

Sobel: "I changed that time to 0945."

Winters: "No one told me, sir."

Sobel: "I telephoned."

Winters: "I'm quartered with a family that has no telephone."

Sobel: "And sent a runner."

Winters: "No runner found me, captain."

Sobel: "Irregardless. When given a task to perform by a ranking officer, you should have delegated your task of latrine inspection to another officer."

Sobel: "You failed to do so."

Sobel: "Were I let such a failure of duty by my own EXO go unnoticed, what kind of message is that to the men?"

Winters: "I performed my duty as I was ordered, sir."

Sobel: "And I disagree."

Sobel: "So, your options are quite simple, lieutenant."

Sobel: "Punishment for your offences will be denial of a 48-hour pass for 60 days. Stand before me at attention!"

Sobel: "Or you may initiate a letter of appeal and request a trial by court-martial."

Sobel: "You spend your weekends on the base anyway, Dick. Be a man; take the punishment."

Winters: "May I borrow your pen, sir?"

Winters: "My endorsement, sir. I request trial by court-martial."

Ranney : "We lost Winters to the Battalion mess."

Talbert: "You're shitting me!"

Ranney : "No, Strayer did it. While he's trying to figure out the procedures for his court-martial."

Talbert: "Well Nixon better find a loop-hole and get him out!"

Anonymous soldier: "And if he don't? Winters scrambles eggs while the rest of us make the big jump with Sobel!"


Guarnere: "Not me."

Grant: "So we're going through with this, right?"

Ranney : "We gotta do something."

Lipton: "Yeah."

Grant: "Yeah."

Lipton: All right. Good. But we all better be clear of the consequences."

Martin: "I don't care about the consequences."

Lipton: "John, we could be lined up against a wall and shot. Now, I'm ready to face that. And every one of us had better be too."

Guarnere: "I will not follow that man into combat."

Bull: "Me neither."

Lipton: "All right. Then let's do it."

Guarnere: "I longer...wish to a non-commissioned Easy Company."

Lipton: "All right, boys. Good luck."

Col. Sink: "I ought to have you all shot! There's nothing less than an act of mutiny while we prepare for the goddamn invasion of Europe!"

Col. Sink: "Sgt. Harris?"

Harris: "Sir."

Col. Sink: "Turn in your stripes, collect your gear. You are hereby transferred out of my regiment."

Harris: "Sir."

Col. Sink: "Get out!"

Col. Sink: "Sgt. Ranney."

Ranney: "Sir."

Col. Sink: "You consider yourself lucky I'm only busting you to private."

Col. Sink: "All of you NCOs have disgraced the 101st Airborne!"

Col. Sink: "You can consider yourselves lucky that we are on the eve of the largest action in military warfare, which leaves me no choice but to spare your lives."

Col. Sink: "Now get outta my office and get outta my sight. Get."

Anonymous soldier (cook): "Keep them coming. Thattaboy. That's it."


Sobel: "I can only speculate, sir. Most of the men would never do this. But I believe just a few of the sergeants may have felt their loyalty lay more to the
platoon than to the company."

Col. Sink: "And these few sergeants convinced all of the other NCOs in your company to turn in their stripes?"

Sobel: "As staff sergeants, they have a great amount of influence, sir. But as I say, the rest are good men. I know them. I can work with them."

Col. Sink: "Winters' court-martial has been an unpleasant distraction."

Sobel: "In-indeed it has, sir."

Col. Sink: "However, your command of Easy Company has been exemplary."

Sobel: "Th-thank you, sir."

Col. Sink: "In fact, except for the actions of a few of your non-coms, I believe you've fielded one of the finest companies of soldiers I've ever seen."

Sobel: "Yes, sir."

Col. Sink: "Herbert, division has established a parachute training school at Chilton Foliat. The idea is for non-infantry types who are vital to the coming invasion,
such as doctors and chaplains to take jump-training there."

Col. Sink: "Frankly, I can't think of anyone more qualified to command such a school than you are."

Sobel: "Sir?"

Col. Sink: "I'm reassigning you to Chilton Foliat."

Sobel: "I'm losing Easy Company?"

Col. Sink: "The war effort needs you elsewhere."

Sobel: "Permission to speak, sir?"

Col. Sink: "Granted."

Sobel: "Is---? Who will be replacing me?"

Col. Sink: "Lt. Meehan from Baker Company is senior."

Col. Sink: "Good luck at Chilton Foliat, Herbert. Don't let us down, now."

Sobel: "No, sir."

Col. Sink: "Carry on."


May 31, 1944, Upottery, England

Buck: "2nd Platoon, listen up! I want the 1st Squad in A-side tents right there! 3rd Squad, second row..."

Hoobler: "Holy shit!"

(The next soldier speaks in a very english dialect, so it's impossible for me to hear what the hell he's saying, so I'll just copy the subtitles.)

Anonymous soldier (in a Kraut uniform): "That's all right, mate. We're just Tommies, not Boche." 

Hoobler: "Is all this real?"

Anonymous soldier (in a Kraut uniform): "Yeah, yeah...It's for you lads, so you can get your mince pies on some Jerry clobber. If you know what I mean."

Hoobler: "Not really...Hey, you got a Luger?! I'm dying to get my hands on a real Luger."

Anonymous soldier (in a Kraut uniform): Yeah, go on, then. Quick butchers, yeah?"

Hoobler: "Boy, she sure is a doozy."

Anonymous soldier (in a Kraut uniform): "That's pukka, isn't it?"

Hoobler: "What?"

Anonymous soldier (in a Kraut uniform): "Eh?"

Hoobler: "Hey, Petty!"

Anonymous soldier (in a Kraut uniform): "Hey, mate!?"

Anonymous soldier (in a Kraut uniform): "You're having a bath if you think you're half-inching that!"

Hoobler: "Oh, yeah. Sorry. Well, good luck."

Anonymous soldier (in a Kraut uniform): "You, too, mate."

Petty: "What's up, Hoobs?"

Winters: "These men have been through the toughest training the Army has to offer. Under the worst possible circumstances. And they volunteered for it."

Buck: "Christ, Dick, I was just shooting craps with them. It's not like I-"

Winters: "You know why they volunteered?"

Winters: "So when things got really bad, the man in the foxhole next to them would be the best."

Winters: "Not some draftee who's gonna get them killed."

Buck: "Are you ticked because they like me? Because I'm spending time to get to know my soldiers. I mean, come on! You've been with these guys for what?
Two years? I've been here six days."

Winters: "You were gambling, Buck."

Buck: "So what? Soldiers do that. I don't deserve a reprimand for it."

Winters: "What if you'd won?"

Buck: "What?"

Winters: "'d.won?"

Winters: "Never put yourself in a position where you can take from these men."

Winters: "Lt. Meehan?"

Meehan: "Enter."

Winters: "On the last training jump, I had a compass."

Meehan: "Close the flap."

Winters: "Then we turned left."

Meehan: "Yeah."

Winters: "Bearing 0-4-3, 12 minutes."

Meehan: "Then, another left."

Winters: "Yes."

Winters: "Call it 3-5-8, for 10 minutes."

Wintres: "Green light right over Ramsbury."

Meehan: "Ramsbury. Every single time. Linear distance on the grid of about... Okay, Ramsbury. Upottery."

Meehan: "So... It's Normandy."


Nixon: "Sainte-Marie-du-Mont. Causeway number one. Causeway number two. The ultimate field problem."

Nixon: "The estuary of the Douve River divides two beach-heads, code name Utah, here... And Omaha, here."

Nixon: "Seaborne infantry will hit these beaches in force in a date and time to be specified."

Nixon: "H-hour, D-day."

Nixon: "Airborne's objective, gentlemen, is to take the town of Carentan, thus linking Utah and Omaha into a single contionous beach-head."

Meehan: "---Linking Omaha and Utah into one continous beach-head. Each trooper will learn this operation by heart, and know his and every other outfit's mission
to the detail."

Dukeman: "Lt. Meehan?"

Meehan: "Yes, Dukeman?"

Dukeman: "Sir, are we dropping tonight?"

Meehan: "When it is time for you to know, we'll let you know. In the meantime, study these sand tables, maps and recon photos until you can draw
a map of the area by memory."

Meehan: "Now, we will drop behind this Atlantic Wall five hours before the 4th Infantry lands at Utah."

Meehan: "Between our assembly area and the Battalion's objective, there is a German garrison. Right here in this area, Sainte-Marie-du-Mont."

Meehan: "Easy Company will destroy that garrison."


Toye: "Three-day supply of K-rations, chocolate bars, candy, powdered coffee, sugar, matches, compass, bayonet, trenching-tool, ammunition, gas mask,
musette bag with ammo, my webbing, my 45, canteen, two cartons of smokes, Hawkins mine, two grenades, smoke grenade, Gammon grenade, TNT,
this bullshit and a pair of nasty skivvies!"

Perconte: "What's your point?"

Toye: "God! This stuff weighs as much as I do! I still got my chute, my reserve-chute, my Mae West and my M-1!"

Perconte: "Where are you keeping the brass knuckles?"

Toye: "I could use some brass knuckles..."

Vest: "Sgt. Martin!?"

Toye: "Hey, Vest, anything for me?"

Vest: "Nope. Sgt. Martin!?"

Vest: "Talbert!?"

Talbert: "Floyd. Floyd M., here."

Vest: "Heavy. Condoms?"

Talbert: "I don't know. Probably."

Liebgott: "What you got?"

Talbert: "Dear Floyd: Give them hell!"

Talbert: "It's from chief of the Kokomo Police Department... Woah! You gotta love cops."

Lipton: "All right. Listen up! Listen up! If you did not sign your GI life insurance policy, you go on over and see Sgt. Evans at the Headquarters Company tent!"

Lipton: "You boys don't let your families miss out on $ 10, 000."

Lipton: "You hear that, Gerry?"

Martin: "Hey, Lip!"

Lipton: "Yeah, boy?"

Martin: "Has Guarnere said anything to you about his brother?"

Lipton: "No."

Martin: "I got a problem. My wife keeps up with things back home; casualty lists and like that."

Lipton: "Yeah?"

Martin: "Guarnere's brother in Italy..."

Lipton: "Henry?"

Martin: "Killed in Monte Cassino."

Lipton: "Well, I'm sure he doesn't know..."

Martin: "Damn. What do you think I should do?"

Lipton: "If you were me, I'd tell him."

Martin: "A couple hours before we jump? I don't know..."

Malarkey: "Why are they springing these things on us now?"

Luz: "It's just an extra 80 pounds strapped to your leg."

Luz: "Does anybody have any idea how the hell this thing works?"

Vest: "Colonel Sink."

Luz (Sink imitation): "Soldiers of the regiment: Tonight is the night..."

Luz: "...Of nights. Today, as you read this, you are en route to the great adventure for which you've trained for over two years."

Guarnere: "So that's why they gave us ice cream."

Meehan: "Easy Company! Listen up! Channel coast is socked in with rain and fog. No jump tonight! The invasion has been postponed. We're on
a 24-hour stand-down."

Guarnere: "'Dearest Johnny'?"

Guarnere: "I got the wrong goddamn jacket."

Guarnere: "'Your pal, Bill Guarnere's brother...'"


June 5, 1944, Upottery, Airfield

Anonymous soldier: "Good luck, lads."

Hoobler: "See you, Tommy."

Anonymous soldier: "Give Jerry one for me."

Guarnere: "Johnny."

Guarnere: "I got something you might be looking for. I took your jacket by mistake; sorry."

Martin: "You read it?"

Guarnere: "Where the fuck is Monte Cassino?"

Martin: "I don't know. Italy somewhere."

Martin: "Sorry about your brother, Bill."

Guarnere: "I'm sorry for my ma. He was..."

Guarnere: "Let's get this over with."

Martin: "Bill?"

Martin: "I'll meet up with you over there."

Meehan: "Gentlemen, Doc Roe is handing these out for airsickness. Orders are every man takes one now, another 30 minutes in the air."

Meehan: "Lieutenant."

Winters: "2nd Platoon, listen up. Good luck. God bless you. I'll see you in the assembly area."

Nixon: "If the wire cuts are succesful, I think all we should have to deal with is..."

Anonymous soldier: "Goddamn, Lieb."

Liebgott: "What kind of airsick pill is making me loopy?"

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