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The other three spring into action, leaning in to block the
wind and engulfing the trench in shadow.
BRITISH SOLDIER 4 (CONTD)
Now whos got a fag for me?
BRITISH SOLDIER 2
(light cigarette)
I got one... for me.
BRITISH SOLDIER 3
(lights cig, pats pockets)
Let me check... me last one.
BRITISH SOLDIER 4
Bollocks! After I-- I waste all me
matches and no one can spare a fag?
Youre all bastards.
BRITISH SOLDIER 1
(lights fag)
We can share this one P.
Four silhouettes. In the dappled light of the moon we only
see their faces when they take a drag.
BRITISH SOLDIER 2
You know thats bad luck, using one
match to light three fags.
BRITISH SOLDIER 1
Who says that then?
Dead men.
BRITISH SOLDIER 2
BRITISH SOLDIER 4
Is that so?
BRITISH SOLDIER 3
That it is. Time it takes to light
three fags a sharp-shooter can zero
in on the flame. POW BAM POOF! And
off goes the head.
BRITISH SOLDIER 4
(pointing to the parapet)
Well Ill remember that next time I
light me fags standing up on the
firestep like a bloody idiot you
bloody idiot.
Soldier 4s face disappears into silhouette as he passes it
left to Soldier 1, whose face reveals mustache when he drags.
3.
BRITISH SOLDIER 1
(off glow of the cherry)
Sharp-shooterd see the hot end of
the tip anyway fool.
BRITISH SOLDIER 3
No need to be nasty Jim. Just
telling you what I heard.
Soldier 1 passes it back to 4s silhouette, which is TALLER
than before. The ember glows: A SCARRED GERMAN RAIDERS FACE.
Danke.