1:29:04
Don't look.
1:29:08
Don't look...
1:29:10
Come on.
1:29:25
Dooley, Spool, take the barn.
1:29:28
Sergeant Transom with me.
1:29:44
We are English.
1:29:54
Nice place you've got.
1:30:00
Right, you two, outside. Slit trench eight
yards from this wall. Move yourselves.
1:30:05
Do sit down.
1:30:14
Now, this is the job on which
the soldier's life and the battle depends.
1:30:19
As soon as the infantryman
reaches a new position,
1:30:22
he starts to dig in with pick and spade.
1:30:27
To begin with,
cover is a hole in the ground,
1:30:30
but as the enemy are rolled back
by succeeding waves of troops,
1:30:33
the men immediately behind
start serious digging.
1:30:38
The infantryman's home in battle
is his slit trench.
1:30:42
In a narrow five-foot hole,
he lives, sleeps, eats, and rests.
1:30:48
If the men are lucky, rations, great coats
and mail are brought to them after dark.
1:30:56
It's the missus again, of course.
1:30:59
She's having it away with a Yank now.