Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

—Tell him to get his own girl. — He‘s in pain. He wants to seeyou.
— Trapper, can you finish for me? — Go ahead. Yeah, okay.
War‘s a dirty business, Lieutenant. None of us should be here.
— All right, now wait a second. _ |__
Oh, and you‘ll get help, my darling, but not in my tent!
Remember where we were.
Hitler found that out.
|just know Bernice‘d beg me to come back.
Last time was V—] Day in Times Square when this big sailor hugged me.
— We‘ve lost the pulse. — I‘m gonna open the chest. Give me a knife.
Hurry, please, it‘s Major Burns.
|don‘t care about no pain. | just wanna get back to the fightin‘.
Let‘s get him to the post—op ward and string him up. Maybe traction would help.
I heard the bullet coming...
Now, go get help.
— I‘ll drinkto that. —I never drink.
-Oh! — The whole regiment took it in the teeth a while ago.
but it‘s a lot more fun than the war.
How can I explain it to you? There‘s always that big blond kid in all the war movies.
— I won‘t moan a word, but we‘ve got to do something! — Can you let go ofme?