EXT. WHEAT FIELD/ ANOTHER PART - DAY

Amongst the dead, dying, and wounded lying in the wheat, here comes "Wild" Bill French, crawling with only the use of his hands, dragging his useless, bloody legs.  A WOUNDED MARINE reaches out to him.

                                                                 WOUNDED MARINE
                                Help me!

French glances at the wounded Marine as he claws his way past.

                                                                 FRENCH
                                                           (through clenched teeth)
                                Jump in a lake!  I got my own problems.

EXT. WITHIN BELLEAU WOOD/ ANOTHER PART - DAY

In Belleau Wood, two Germans scamper up a hill holding a Maxim gun and a box of ammo.  They set up on a little knoll next to a big rock.  One German smokes while he loads in a belt of bullets.  He drops his smoldering cigarette butt into a hole in the ground behind him.

Inside the hole is Zachio.  The red-hot butt lands in his lap.  Zachio picks it up, takes a puff, then quietly puts it out in the dirt.  Zachio listens to the two Germans talking softly.  Suddenly, both of them go silent, one telling the other to, "Shhh!"  Zachio furrows his brow, then he hears Gastovich's voice.

                                                                 GASTOVICH
                                                           (O.S.)
                                Goddamnit anyway, those are pickers!


                                                                 DALY
                                                           (O.S.)
                                Shut up, Gastovich!

Zachio hears the bolt on the machine gun slide back quietly.

Daly, Gastovich, and the remaining guys are creeping through the underbrush.  They don't see any German machine guns, like the one aiming right at them.

Zachio bursts out of the hole with a wild war cry.  The Germans turn just in time to see the dirt-covered Marine shoot them both point-blank.

Daly and the guys hit the dirt.

                                                                 DALY
                                                           (calling out)
                                Who's that?

Zachio stands there with a smoking rifle and two dead Germans.

                                                                 ZACHIO
                                It's me, gunny.

                                                                 DALY
                                Zachio, where you been?

                                                                 ZACHIO
                                Waitin' to save your worthless behind.

Daly and the guys step up and look around.

                                                                 DALY
                                You come outta that hole, Zachio?

                                                                 ZACHIO
                                Yeah, I did.  I was lost.  I couldn't find nobody.
                                It seemed like a good hiding place.

                                                                 MATTHEWS
                                                           (laughs)
                                'Til the Germans set up a machine gun on top
                                of your head.

                                                                 ZACHIO
                                                           (nods)
                                Yeah.  Is this all that's left?

Daly, Williams, Gastovich, Matthews, and Meyers all shrug.  Just then there is movement from two different directions.  Everyone, once again, hits the dirt.  Someone comes stumbling through the foliage.  Williams calls out:

                                                                 WILLIAMS
                                Who goes there?

                                                                 ARGAUT
                                                           (O.S.)
                                Fellas, don't shoot.

Argaut and Cates walk up.

                                                                 MEYERS
                                Where have you guys been?

                                                                 CATES
                                Who knows?

Cates steps over to Daly and speaks to him.

                                                                 CATES
                                How are you doin', sergeant?

                                                                 DALY
                                OK.

                                                                 CATES
                                For a guy that's not fighting anymore, that
                                was one helluva nice charge you just lead.

                                                                 DALY
                                Thanks.

                                                                 CATES
                                What happened?


                                                                 DALY
                                I got mad.  I tried not to, but I got mad
                                anyway.

                                                                 CATES
                                Well, thank God you did.

Just then Bonner comes crawling up.

                                                                 BONNER
                                                           (sounds like his nose
                                                           is stuffed)
                                Marines!  Don' shoot!

                                                                 DALY
                                Where the hell have you been?

Bonner stands up and his face is covered with blood.

                                                                 BONNER
                                I got shot.

Daly takes some bandages and cotton out of his pack.

                                                                 DALY
                                Where?

                                                                 BONNER
                                True the doze.

Everyone can't help it, they start laughing.  Daly wipes Bonner's face.

                                                                 BONNER
                                                           (laughing)
                                It's dot fuddy.

                                                                 WILLIAMS
                                Did you get back to command?

                                                                 BONNER
                                                           (nods)
                                Colonel Neville says, "Continue to advance,
                                Goddabit!"

                                                                 GASTOVICH
                                What do we do about ammo?

                                                                 DALY
                                Take it off the dead, and anything else that
                                looks usable.

                                                                 HEBEL
                                                           (shocked)
                                Our own guys?

                                                                 DALY
                                That's right, they sure as hell don't need it
                                no more.  'Sides, German ammo's the wrong
                                caliber.  But check the dead Hun, too.  They
                                might have some food on 'em.

They all begin picking through the pockets of the dead.  Matthews is going through a dead German's pockets when suddenly the German's eyes open and he grabs Matthews' throat in a vice-like, death-grip.  Matthews gags, panicking, no idea what to do.  Sgt. Daly steps up and bayonets the German in the chest.  With a twist of the bayonet, the German's hand drops from around Matthews' throat, allowing him to take a breath of fresh air.

                                                                 MATTHEWS
                                Thanks.

                                                                 DALY
                                Don't mention it.

Daly yanks out the bloody bayonet.  Matthews rubs his sore throat.

                                                                                                       DISSOLVE:

EXT. HILLTOP - DUSK

This is the same hilltop where Colonel Catlin got hit.  The sun is just setting, throwing golden light on Belleau Wood.  It would be hard to tell from here that a battle is raging within.  Shells still explode occasionally in the wheat field, and moaning can be heard in the distance.

A bloody hand comes over the lip of the hill, then another.  It's "Wild" Bill French, clawing his way to safety.  Each crab-like movement is a nightmare, but Wild Bill grits his teeth, snarls, and keeps going.

                                                                                                       DISSOLVE:

EXT. HILLTOP - NIGHT

From on top of the hill we see Belleau Wood at night.  There are muzzle flashes within the wood, then the distant reports of the weapons.  There is a constant stream of flares fired into the air.  They float down on their little parachutes lighting up everything in a weird, white, wavering, sodium glare.

Our view tilts down to the hilltop.  We find "Wild" Bill French about four feet further then when we last saw him.  He is lying on his face, dead, his fingers still clawing into the dirt.

EXT. WITHIN BELLEAU WOOD - NIGHT

Hebel and Argaut dash through the foliage carrying a wooden ammunition crate between them.  As they make their way through the darkened woods, weird, twisting shadows creep all around as flares float down.  Bullets and tracers still whip through the undergrowth in every direction.  Hebel and Argaut make it to their buddies.  They pry open the crate revealing loaded ammo belts, hand grenades, a flare gun, and flares.

                                                                 DALY
                                Now we're talkin' business.

Everybody buckles on a new ammo belt, clipping grenades onto the straps of their gas mask cases.  Suddenly, it gets kind of quiet.  There are still shells exploding here and there, and the crackle of distant gunfire, but no bullets sailing over their heads.  They all turn and look at each other.  Between the moving shadows and the unnatural quiet, it's very eerie.

And then there is the loud, war-cry of the Germans attacking.

                                                                 GERMANS
                                                           (yelling)
                                AHHHHH!!!!

Daly swings around the German Maxim gun while everyone else aims in and starts firing their rifles.  Argaut feeds the belt of bullets into the machine gun.  Germans are streaming at them, dropping left and right as the Marines expertly take them down.  And now they have grenades to throw, too.  Daly's eyes are wide as he fires the big machine gun.  Then the ammo belt gets hung up and the Maxim gun stops firing.

                                                                 DALY
                                Argaut, what the hell's wrong wi -

Daly sees that Argaut has been shot through the throat, lying on the ground gasping for air, blood bubbling from his mouth.  Gastovich drops his rifle, jumps over to the machine gun and begins feeding the bullets for Daly with one hand while holding Argaut's head up with the other.

                                                                 GASTOVICH
                                Don't choke, buddy, just keep breathin'.

Argaut does keep breathing for the moment. Lt. Cates, Cpl. Meyers, and Pvts. Matthews, Hebel, Bonner, Hughes, and Zachio all have crazed expressions of their faces - almost monster-like with the light of the flares - as they fire their weapons, kill Germans, and reload . . .

                                                                                                       DISSOLVE:

EXT. WITHIN BELLEAU WOOD - DAWN

The Germans have stopped attacking for the moment, so the Americans have stopped killing them.  They are unshaven, bleary-eyed and ready to kill any Goddamn thing that moves.  Argaut is dead.  They all pilfer rations off the dead Germans - in many instances, hardtack covered with the blood of the dead Germans.  The Marines hungrily eat it and anything else edible they can find.

A TITLE READS: "SIX DAYS LATER - JUNE 12th"

Capt. Williams steps up to Lt. Cates, who in turn walks up to Sgt. Daly.  All three look crazy, wild-eyed, dirty and mean.

                                                                 CATES
                                Get 'em together, sergeant, we're moving
                                north.

Daly waves his hand.

                                                                 DALY
                                                           (calling out)
                                OK gyrenes!  Look lively!  We're movin' out!

Everyone grumbles and starts moving.  Gastovich walks past Daly.

                                                                 GASTOVICH
                                Are you crazy, gunny?  Look lively?  We ain't
                                had more'n hour's sleep a night for over a week.
                                I didn't think human beings could live with this
                                little sleep -

                                                                 ZACHIO
                                - Or food -

                                                                 HUGHES
                                                           (scratches his ass)
                                - Or a Goddamn bath.

                                                                 DALY
                                                           (grins)
                                Aww, that's too bad.  What did ya think you
                                was gonna get when you joined the Marines?
                                A massage and a footbath?

Hebel looks off into the distance.

                                                                 HEBEL
                                                           (wistfully)
                                I don't even remember joining the Marines.
                                That happened to somebody else in a different
                                life.  Some guy named Hebel I met once.  Sort
                                of a quiet guy, didn't talk much.  The other guys
                                thought he was an odd-duck.  That's 'cause he
                                was.  Then he got to this Goddamn hell-hole
                                called Belleau Wood and suddenly none of that
                                other horseshit mattered one little bit anymore.

Everyone chuckles.  This is the most they've ever heard him speak.  Meyers gives Hebel a friendly punch on the arm.

                                                                 MEYERS
                                Hebel, you're a peach, ya know that?  Where
                                you from?

                                                                 HEBEL
                                You mean the old Hebel?
                                                           (Meyers nods)
                                From Baltimore.

                                                                 MEYERS
                                What's Baltimore like?

                                                                 HEBEL
                                                           (thinks)
                                Uh . . . It's like Baltimore.

                                                                 GASTOVICH
                                When you get back, Hebel, you can get a job
                                as a tour guide.
                                                           (imitating a tour guide)
                                Over there is a place where somethin' important
                                happened, but I can't remember what or when.
                                                           (changing subjects)
                                Shit, I forget everything in my whole life but my
                                Goddamned feet.

                                                                 ZACHIO
                                Feet, ha!  I didn't think a human being could go
                                a whole Goddamn week without shittin'.  It ain't
                                right!  It's against God.

Everyone starts to grumble simultaneously.

Lt. Cates comes dashing up to Capt. Williams.

                                                                 CATES
                                They're trying to flank us, captain.  I heard a lot
                                of movement out there.

                                                                 WILLIAMS
                                We got any grenades left?

Hughes, Meyers, and Hebel each hold out a grenade.

                                                                 MEYERS
                                I was savin' this.

                                                                 DALY
                                For what?  My birthday?  It ain't until December.
                                                           (turns to Cates)
                                Where are they?

Lt. Cates puts his finger to his lips for quiet.  Everybody looks warily around them.  There doesn't seem to be anything, not a sound, nothing.  And then there is the familiar, shrill, whistle of approaching shells.

                                                                 MEYERS
                                In-coming!

Everybody hits the dirt and covers their heads.

Wheeeeeeee . . . A shell comes whistling in, and . . . Fump!  It sounds like a dud.  Then another, Wheeeeeeee . . . Fump!  Another dud?

Everybody looks up with quizzical expressions.

                                                                 DALY
                                                           (realizes)
                                Gas!!! Put on your masks!!

The guys all fumble with their awkward gas masks, trying to get them out of their cases and on the heads.

Meanwhile, mustard gas shells keep thumping in and popping - Fump! Fump! Fump! - followed by a thick, mustard yellow gas blowing out, engulfing the area like ground fog.  It also clings to the trees, swirling up the trunks.  The gas travels right over big rocks, through crevices, and fills ravines.  The yellow creeping nightmare finds our guys, all in their gas masks, seeps right over and engulfs them, causing them to disappear from view.  We can hear one single muffled cry coming from within the gaseous cloud, although there's no way to tell who it is.

The yellow gas silently swirls around Belleau Wood.  The silence is broken by the aggravated snarls of the Marines as they begin scratching themselves all over their bodies - the gas combined with the wool uniforms and sweat is its own particular torture.  Next comes the distant sound of people yelling.

The Marines all look at each other through steamed-up gas mask goggles - what's that?  They cock their weapons and find prone firing positions behind cover.  Yes, sir, a German attack.  The Marines sight in, the gas masks really getting in the way.  Daly tries to speak, but is totally distorted through the mask.  He yanks it off.

                                                                 DALY
                                Hold on.  Let 'em get into range.  And . . .
                                fire!

The Marines open up with their rifles, once again showing great skill in marksmanship.  Germans in gas masks drop everywhere.  One by one the Marines shed their gas masks - there's Bonner, Zachio, Hughes, Meyers, Hebel, Cates, Williams - sighting in, firing, working the bolt, expended shells flying.  The last three hand grenades are thrown - BOOM!! BOOM!! BOOM!!  Just as Gastovich pull off his gas mask, several bullets hit him at the same time tearing him to pieces.  He drops to the gas-covered ground, dead.

The Germans are repelled; their attack fails.  Our guys sigh, quickly tearing off their shirts, savagely scratching at their chests and armpits.  Then they all stop, turn and see . . .

Matthews is still curled up in a ball on the ground wearing his gas mask.  Hughes hesitantly steps up, takes Matthews' shoulder and turns him over - he flops onto his back, the gas mask falls off, yellow smoke swirls out - Matthews has asphyxiated; he's dead.

Hughes picks up the mask, shaking the gas out of it.  He puts it up to his face, tries to breathe, then removes it.

                                                                 HUGHES
                                Doesn't work.

Hughes tosses the gas mask next to Matthews' corpse, which is right beside Gastovich's corpse. Everyone else turns back to their scratching.

                                                                                                       DISSOLVE:

EXT. WITHIN BELLEAU WOOD - DAWN

A can of the French rations fondly called Monkey Meat is opened like a sardine can with a key.  All our guys, the ones that remain - Williams, Cates, Daly, Meyers, Zachio, Bonner, and Hughes - all wait eagerly for their portion.  How to cut one can seven ways is a problem, but each guy gets a bite.

A TITLE READS: "FOUR DAYS LATER - JUNE 16th"

They are carefully chewing their one bite of the greasy, meat-like substance when they hear a sound in front of them and freeze.

A smiling Marine comes walking up.

                                                                 SMILING MARINE
                                Hi, fellas.

                                                                 DALY
                                Who're you?

                                                                 SMILING MARINE
                                A fellow Marine.  The Coro-nel says we should
                                skedaddle back that way.  Fast!

                                                                 DALY
                                The "Coro-nel" says we should "skedaddle,"
                                eh?

                                                                 SMILING MARINE
                                                           (smiles)
                                Precisely.

Daly raises his .45 pistol and shoots the smiling Marine in the head, killing him.  Everyone is both startled and shocked.

                                                                 DALY
                                "Coro-nel" my ass!

                                                                 WILLIAMS
                                Gunny, what did you do?

                                                                 DALY
                                I just shot a German, that's what I did.

                                                                 WILLIAMS
                                How could you be so sure he was a German?
                                What if he wasn't?

                                                                 DALY
                                Go ahead.  Check.

They check.  He has parts of a German uniform under the American uniform.  They also find a piece of hardtack in his pocket and split it up.  Meyers shakes his head in disbelief, breathing hard.

                                                                 MEYERS
                                This has all gone too far.  What's the point?
                                What's the Goddamn point?

                                                                 DALY
                                Marines don't ask that, Meyers.  Not the long-
                                haulers.

                                                                 MEYERS
                                                           (realizes)
                                No, probably not.  Guess I'm not a long-hauler
                                then.

A VOICE comes out of the south.  Everybody raises their weapons and turns.

                                                                 VOICE
                                Marines!  Don't shoot!

                                                                 WILLIAMS
                                Who goes there?

                                                                 VOICE
                                Staff Sergeant Wood, Brigade Headquarters.

                                                                 WILLIAMS
                                Show yourself.

Staff Sgt. Wood, whom we have met before, steps out into the open with his hands up.  Williams points down at the dead smiling German.

                                                                 WILLIAMS
                                We just killed us a German spy, what makes
                                me think you're not one?

                                                                 WOOD
                                                           (flatly)
                                'Cause I'm not.  I'm on General Harbord's staff.
                                We're clearing Belleau Wood . All Marines are
                                being evacuated out the south end.
                                                           (points over his shoulder)
                                On the double.

                                                                 HEBEL
                                Is there hot food?

                                                                 WOOD
                                I didn't see any field kitchens.

                                                                 HEBEL
                                He's on our side.  The Boche would at least
                                say there was hot food to trick us.

                                                                 WOOD
                                How long you boys been in here?

They all look at each other's bleary, unshaven faces, and shrug.

                                                                 DALY
                                Since it started, whenever that was?

                                                                 WOOD
                                June sixth.  Today's the sixteenth.

                                                                 DALY
                                Ten days.

                                                                 BONNER
                                Plus five days waiting . . .

                                                                 ZACHIO
                                Plus another day on the truck . . .

                                                                 HUGHES
                                                           (scratching)
                                I gotta get this uniform off and take a Goddamn
                                bath - I'm goin' crazy!

They look around and see Marines as bad off and ragged-looking as they are streaming south through the wood.

                                                                 WOOD
                                And by the way, the General sends his
                                compliments, to you men.  Good work.


                                                                 WILLIAMS
                                                           (shrugs)
                                I don't care if he is a German, let's go, boys.
                                Let's get out while the gettin's good.

Everybody grunts, hoists their stuff and starts walking.  Hughes turns to Daly.

                                                                 HUGHES
                                You think the battle's over, gunny?

                                                                 DALY
                                Probably.

                                                                 HUGHES
                                Did we win?

                                                                 ZACHIO
                                Maybe we lost.

                                                                 CATES
                                Maybe we're dead.

Everybody nods; that would explain it.  Hughes turns to a battered, NAMELESS MARINE walking south.

                                                                 HUGHES
                                Hey, buddy?  Did we win or lose?

                                                                 NAMELESS MARINE
                                What?  The war?

                                                                 HUGHES
                                No, the battle.

                                                                 NAMELESS MARINE
                                And if you knew, what then?

                                                                 HUGHES
                                                           (shakes his head)
                                I don't know.

Everybody trudges south through the wood, past the dead bodies and pools of yellow gas.

EXT. WHEAT FIELD (SOUTH OF BELLEAU WOOD)/ ROAD TO LUCY - DAY

Battered Marines come streaming out the south end of Belleau Wood - it's been as bad for all of them as for our guys.  They form a ragged column of the grittiest, grimiest, filthiest, toughest, ripped-up, bloody, sons of bitches that God ever did the favor of smiling on and not killing.  They march through the wheat and sit down on the edge of the road.

The Marines stare at the ground or off into the distance.  And then, one by one, they hear something down the road which causes them to look up.  What the hell is that?  Singing?

It's the doughboys - the Army - clean, young, inexperienced boys marching eagerly into war singing Yankee Doodle Dandy.

                                                                 DOUGHBOYS
                                                           (singing)
                                I'm a Yankee Doodle dandy/ Yankee Doodle do
                                or die/ The real live nephew of my Uncle Sam/
                                Born on the Fourth of July/ I've a Yankee Doodle
                                sweetheart/ She's my Yankee Doodle joy/ Yankee
                                Doodle went to London, just to ride the ponies/ I
                                am that Yankee Doodle boy.

The Marines look at the doughboys like they're Martians.  The Army boys stop singing and look at the beat-up Marines as though the were portents of hell, which in fact they are.  They all exchange long glances.  There's nothing the Marines can tell the doughboys that will help them.  There's nothing the doughboys can ask that won't sound trivial.  So they pass in a strange, defiant silence.  Finally, Zachio breaks the pall.

                                                                 ZACHIO
                                Hey, doughboy, gotta smoke?

A young, clean-faced DOUGHBOY pulls out a pack of Sweet Caporals.

                                                                 DOUGHBOY
                                Sure thing, Marine.

Suddenly, all the doughboys are offering cigarettes to the Marines, who all gratefully accept.  The doughboys light the Marines' cigarettes.

                                                                 DOUGHBOY
                                I s'pose you haven't heard what the Hun named
                                you Marines?

                                                                 ZACHIO
                                What?

                                                                 DOUGHBOY
                                Teufel hunden.

                                                                 ZACHIO
                                What's zat?

                                                                 DOUGHBOY
                                Devil dogs.

The Marines all look at each other and nod - they like it.  The doughboys hustle back into line.  The Marines are now puffing away on smokes, with extras behind their ears.

At the very end of the line of doughboys is their First Sergeant - TOP KICK - whom we met earlier in the Le Chat Noir Club.  He and Daly exchange a smile and a salute.

The Marines all sit there for a minute puffing on their smokes.  This is followed by an uncomfortable silence.

                                                                 BONNER
                                                           (sadly)
                                Swenson . . .

                                                                 MEYERS
                                . . . And Matthews . . .

                                                                 ZACHIO
                                . . . And Maggione, and Gastovich . . .

                                                                 HUGHES
                                . . . And Argaut, and Arbuckle -

                                                                 DALY
                                - And my grandma and grandpa, God bless
                                their souls.  Now let's just knock that horseshit
                                off, OK!

Just up the road a little bit, the trucks of the 7th Motorized Machine Gun Battalion drive up and stop.  Capt. Houghton, Lt. Bissell, and the others get out of the trucks.  They too look like they've had the shit kicked out of them.

                                                                 HOUGHTON
                                Leave the machine guns behind, gentlemen.

                                                                 BISSELL
                                And the trucks?

                                                                 HOUGHTON
                                Yes, Lieutenant.  We're leaving them, too.

                                                                 BISSELL
                                But we're a motorized machine gun battalion,
                                Captain, not infantry.

Capt. Houghton lines up his fancy stick for a drive.

                                                                 HOUGHTON
                                Oh, then it must be a mistake.  I suppose we don't
                                have to go then.
                                                           (looks into a truck)
                                By the way, is there a rifle in there for me?

                                                                 BISSELL
                                Sure thing, Captain. Look, it's brand new.

                                                                 HOUGHTON
                                Would you mind carrying it for me?

                                                                 BISSELL
                                Don't'cha wanna fight?

                                                                 HOUGHTON
                                                           (pulls his .32 Colt pistol)
                                Of course, but I have this pistol.  And I used
                                to be quite good with one of these.  I was on
                                Yale's pistol team, you know?

                                                                 BISSELL
                                No, I didn't.  I didn't go to Yale.  I did go to jail,
                                once, though.

                                                                 HOUGHTON
                                Actually, I found them to be very much the
                                same thing.

Bissell nods, slinging the Captain's rifle.

                                                                                                       DISSOLVE:

EXT. LA LOGE FARM/ HQ - NIGHT

This is a storybook farm with a multitude of military vehicles parked in front.  A motorcycle drives up in front of the farmhouse.  Sgt. Wood dismounts and goes inside.

INT. FARMHOUSE - NIGHT

Sgt. Wood steps up to Gen. Harbord and Col. Neville and salutes.

                                                                 HARBORD
                                Yes, sergeant?

                                                                 WOOD
                                Belleau Wood is clear of U.S. troops, sir.

                                                                 HARBORD
                                Completely?

                                                                 WOOD
                                Completely, sir.

Picks up the handset of the field telephone and turns the crank.

                                                                 HARBORD
                                Outstanding.  Get me Captain McCloskey,
                                12th Field Artillery, please.
                                                           (pause)
                                Captain McCloskey?  You're on.

STOCK SHOTS: The big guns begin firing - BAM!! BAM!! BAM!! - soldiers in undershirts and helmets hoist 155mm shells, hand them off to the next guy, until an artilleryman slams the shell home into a hulking artillery piece, then - BAM!!  This is repeated over and over . . .


EXT. WHEAT FIELD/ ROAD TO LUCY - NIGHT

The Marines and the soldiers turn and watch as shells begin cascading in on Belleau Wood.  The faces of all the men light up as the wood is wracked with one explosion after the next after the next . . .

The VOICE-OVER NARRATOR is heard again.

                                                                 V.O. NARRATOR
                                Although these were very short-lived records in
                                1918, the Americans now laid on the largest, most
                                brutal artillery barrage in history - for fourteen hours
                                Belleau Wood is mercilessly pounded with over a
                                million and a half shells!

EXT. BELLEAU WOOD - NIGHT

We now view the most spectacular concentration of artillery fire ever seen.  Gigantic explosions tear Belleau Wood to smithereens.  It is an awesome sight to behold.  Man decimating nature, and doing a darn good job of it.

                                                                                                       DISSOLVE:

EXT. WHEAT FIELD/ ROAD TO LUCY - DAWN

As dawn arrives, our guys are still sitting watching the artillery barrage.  There isn't an entire tree left standing in Belleau Wood.  Out in front of the troops stands Colonel Neville, wearing a helmet, holding a rifle and looking down at his watch.  As abruptly as the artillery barrage began, it now ceases.  It quickly becomes unnaturally quiet.  Birds, the eternal optimists, begin to sing.

 

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