杰瑞发布于2022-11-02
Take my boot off, will you, Wicks? Hello, 30 Corps. Oh, God! We're out of ammunition anyway. Right. Off you go, Wicks. Join the rest of the lads. Try and get back to the main force. - What about you, sir? - I'll be all right. We just didn't make it this time, did we? Calling 30 Corps. Come in, please. My general says please take it. It's very good chocolate. Your planes dropped it to us yesterday. English. Action stations! God bless Field Marshal Montgomery. Would five minutes be too much? Just five minutes respite. Dear God... grant these young men... die in peace and quiet. I'm sorry, lads, but you're going to have to move. Please. Take my hand. We're a bit late with this one, mate. "Surely He shall deliver thee from the snare of the fowler... and from the noisome pestilence. He shall cover thee with His feather... and under His wings shalt thou trust.