Capt. Miller:
You and I are taking a squad up to Neuville on a public relations mission.
Sgt. Horvath:
What, you're leading a squad?
Capt. Miller:
Some private in the 101st lost 3 brothers and he's got a ticket home.
Sgt. Horvath:
How come Neuville?
Capt. Miller:
They think he must be there along with all the other airborne misdrops.
Sgt. Horvath:
It isn't going to be easy trying to find one soldier in the middle of this whole goddamn war.
Capt. Miller:
Like trying to find a needle in a stack of needles.
Sgt. Horvath:
What about the company?
Capt. Miller:
We take the pick of the litter and the rest get folded into Baker.
Sgt. Horvath:
Geez, they took away your company?
Capt. Miller:
Wasn't my company, was the Army's, or so they told me anyway. Get me Reiben on BAR, Jackson, Wade, Beasley, and Caparzo.
Sgt. Horvath:
Beasley's dead.
Capt. Miller:
Alright, Mellish, then. Got anybody who speaks French?
Sgt. Horvath:
Not that I know of.
Capt. Miller:
What about Talbot?
Sgt. Horvath:
This morning.
Capt. Miller:
Oh.