Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Look out! Look out! Take cover!
Beautiful! Come on in!
Well...
Bread.
No.
You coming over, we have I'amour, yes?
- I want you to promise me something. - What, Mrs. Kemmerich?
A week later we heard he had been caught by the Military Police.
- Are you going to get me a gun or not? - No! Don't talk nonsense!
If I could save his leg or life, I'd walk over barbed wire. You know that.
Come on!
Your training days are over.
Glass of wine.
pinned on you by your Kaiser.
Right turn, forward... march.
Now, where is your platoon leader?
Take care!
Friedrich Müller, who will study everything.
Of course, you'll respond to your call of duty.
- ♪ Defend our Fatherland ♪ - Halt!
Does anybody know what we're fighting for?
Hm? But who?
Into the barracks. Inspection in 30 minutes.
Let me give you mine. Let me give it to you.
I think... he is making a very good recovery.
You see anybody that hasn't got dysentery and colic?
Corporal Himmelstoss. I'm your training officer.
Come on. You too, soldier.
Not like you. Defeatism, it has infected them.
New guns, aeroplanes, fresh troops.
Mm? I'm sorry...?
No smoking.
Two days and nights. How much longer?
Why? You'll be covered again in half an hour.
Why don't you take a jump?
Understand?
Down! Stay down!
- Won't see him again. - Why not?
Hey, give me the tin when you finish. I can use the fat to polish my boots.
♪ Who'll be the guardians of the Rhine
- When was it? - A week ago.
- What did she say? - They want us to come over. No...
We're going to see Kemmerich.
Right turn... March!
Attack!
They're no good.
Come on!
Oh, yeah? What'll you tell him?
They always shell us like this before a big offensive.
Yes...
You think I don't care about Franz.
Good morning, my fine young gentlemen.
Er, nous vivons à vous parler, all right?
Left, left, left. Squad...
Oh, you don't smoke.
How old would you say she is?
for the lessons they taught you in this camp.
What the... hell are they talking about?
Up. Come on, boys.
Careful, careful.
There's no dirt under those fingernails.
Sit down.
Make sure you get my watch.
Stop it! Stop that! Orderly!
Maybe the real patriot just goes out and gets his head blown off.
The face is touched with a tenderness that comes out of the night...
Don't worry.
No one ever comes back from it.
Make him stay away from danger. You know how reckless he is.
Sit down and calm down.
Hand me a rifle. Hand me a rifle.
Good night.
Lie down!
My name is Himmelstoss.
Not fair to the girls... No.
- Oh, Paul. - How are you feeling?
He said I could have them.
Franz.
Attention!
Mmm?
He's the leader of our group with a remarkable nose for good food and dirty weather,