ECEasy Company
[singing] Is everybody happy? Cried the Sergeant looking up
Our hero feebly answered yes, and then they stood him up
He jumped into the icy blast, his static line unhooked
And he ain't gonna jump no more!
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die!
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die!
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die!
He ain't gonna jump no more!
The risers wrapped around his neck, connectors cracked his dome
Suspension lines were tied in knots around his skinny bones
The canopy became his shroud, he hurtled to the ground
And he ain't gonna jump no more!
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die!
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die!
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die!
He ain't gonna jump no more!
He hit the ground, the sound was SPLAT, his blood went spurting high
His comrades then were heard to say, A HELL OF A WAY TO DIE!
He lay there rolling round in the welter of his gore
He ain't gonna jump no more!
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die!
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die!
He ain't gonna jump no more!
Got a visit from Colonel Sink this morning.
And how is the good colonel?
Concerned. Still drinking nothing but the VAT 69, huh?
Only the finest for Mrs. Nixon's baby boy.
That a problem up at regiment?
What? This? Is that what he said? No, I just don't like it up there.
Good. You'll be happy to hear that Sink is transferring you back down to Battalion S-3.
What do you think I should write to these parents, Dick?
Hear what I said, Nix? You've been demoted.
Yeah, demoted. Got ya. 'Cause I don't know how to tell them their kids never made it out of the goddamn plane.
You tell them what you always tell them. Their sons died as heroes.
You really still believe that?
Yeah. Yeah, I do. Don't you?
[about the concentration camp's prisoners] Can you ask him, uh, ask him what kind of camp this is? Um, what, ah, why are they here?
PPrisoner
Das, das, das, das hier, das... das ist ein arbeitslager für unerwunschte wirklich.
He says, it's a work camp for, Unerwunschte. I'm not sure what the word means, sir. Uh, unwanted, disliked maybe?
I don't think criminals, sir. Uh, verbrecher?
PPrisoner
Verbrecher? Nein, nein.
PPrisoner
Ärzte, musiker, beamter, bauern...
PPrisoner
Schreiber, schneider, intellektuelle...
tailors, clerks, farmers, intellectuals. I mean, normal people.
PPrisoner
Juden. Juden. Juden.
PPrisoner
Polen, Zigeuner...
PPrisoner
Aber Ich glaub das schlimm, das Frauenlager ist bei der nexte bahnstation dort hin.
Wie bitte, was sagen sie?
PPrisoner
Das das Frauenlager bei der nexte bahnstation. [The prisoner wanders away, weeping]
...The women’s camp is at the next railroad stop.
[After finding a concentration camp, Easy Company has returned to the nearby town and is clearing out a bakery, intending to provide the confiscated food and goods to the camp's inmates. The owner of the bakery is shouting angrily at the paratroopers in German, demanding that they put everything back.]
[The baker keeps shouting.]
[The baker continues shouting, ignoring Webster.]
[Draws his sidearm] Shut up, you Nazi fuck! [Grabs the baker, aiming the pistol at him]
BBaker
Ich bin kein Nazi! (I am not a Nazi!)
Oh, you're not a Nazi? My mistake, you fat fucking prick. What about a human being? Are you one of those, or are you going to tell me that you never smelled the fucking stench? [of the nearby concentration camp]
BBaker
Toeten sie mich nicht, bitte toeten sie mich nicht, ich verstehe nicht was du da sagst (Don't kill me, please don't kill me, I don't know what you're saying)
LLesniewski
Leave him alone, Web, he says he doesn't know what the hell you're talking about.
[O' Keefe is humming "She'll Be Coming Around the Mountain"]
OKO' Keefe
I told you, it's O'Keefe.
Do you know why no one remembers your name? It's because no one wants to remember your name. There's too many Smiths, DiMattos and O'Keefes and O'Briens, who show up here, replacing Toccoa men that you dumb replacements got killed in the first place! And they're all like you! They're all piss and vinegar. "Where're the Krauts at? Let me at 'em! When do I get to jump into Berlin?" Two days later, there they are with their blood and guts hanging out and they're screaming for a medic, begging for their goddamn mother. Dumb fucks don't even know they're dead yet. Hey, you listening to me? Do you understand this is the best part of the fucking war I've seen? I've got hot chow, hot showers, warm bed. Germany is almost as good as being home. I even got to wipe my own ass with real toilet paper today. So, quit asking about when you're gonna see real action, will you?! And stop with the fucking love songs!
[both are silent for a while]
When did you ship out? A few weeks ago?
It's been two years since I've seen home. Two years. This fucking war.
