The Lost Battalion2001

[after an incoming artillery around lands dangerously close to the trench]

Cepheglia:
That's just some traveling salesman throwing iron cigars.

Rosen:
Translation: German artillery.

Cepheglia:
Which brings me to stuff. There're two kinds of stuff.

Rosen:
Stuff going out, ours. Stuff comming in, theirs.

Cepheglia:
Mud crunchers must learn to judge between different kinds of stuff. If you here something that whistles and knocks, that there is a whiz-bang. Get on the ground. Sometimes herr whiz-bang brings along his lady friend, Minnie Waffer.

Rosen:
Minenwerfer.

Cepheglia:
Minnie Waffer sounds like one of those whining hot corn ladies on 10th Avenue.

Rosen:
Nah, it's more like the B.R.T. coming out of the tubes.

Cepheglia:
The thing is that they're real hard to judge. So just hit the ground anytime you hear something like that. And don't worry if it hits you, 'cause they got a lot of other stuff. Like Jack Johnsons, Whimpering Willies...

Rosen:
The I-Cans, airplane bombs, machine guns...

Cepheglia:
And all sorts of potato masher grenades. Don't worry about any of that 'cause it all comes down to that...

[shows the troops his rifle with a fixed bayonet]

Rosen:
When you go face-to-face with a mud crunching heinie bastard with one of these at the end of his rifle. You better stick it in him before he sticks it in you!

Cepheglia:
That... you gotta worry about.