Band of Brothers2001

SSgt. John Martin:
Flash.

Harry Welsh:
Thunder. [referring to Germans singing across the field] Catchy tune, ain't it?

SSgt. John Martin:
Hey, Lieutenant. What's the news?

Harry Welsh:
Oh, the same as it was this afternoon. They're in their hedgerow. We're in ours.

SSgt. John Martin:
Spell me a minute sir.

Harry Welsh:
You gonna let Blithe get some sack time?

SSgt. John Martin:
My back teeth are floating.

Harry Welsh:
Get back here ASAP, Martin.

SSgt. John Martin:
You can count on me, sir.

Harry Welsh:
How you doing, Blithe?

Pvt. Albert Blithe:
I'm okay, sir.

Harry Welsh:
What happened at the aid station today?

Pvt. Albert Blithe:
Doc Roe, he called it hysterical blindness. [Welsh offers blithe a drink from his canteen] No thank you, sir.

Harry Welsh:
You know what they said in basic. Dehydration's a soldier's worst enemy. [Blithe drinks] It's a game, Blithe. That's all. We're just moving the ball forward one yard at a time. Nothing but a game.

Pvt. Albert Blithe:
What is, sir?

Harry Welsh:
This. The whole thing. [offers Blithe another drink]

Pvt. Albert Blithe:
No, thank you, sir.

Harry Welsh:
Just a game.