Drifting Snow

Steaming piles of humus.

Burn the hay stacks.

Piles of money!

Look at my furrows of worry,

We have you. My government will never negotiate for me.

Oh, fuck! What the fuck was that? It's all right.

Once a marine, always a marine.

They made piles of money.

And now he's rich, made piles of money!

I'm a marine. My grandpa's a marine, too!

Private...

A soldier!

A friend of yours?

Hey, come and see! There are Germans in the haystack!

Any soldier has, even a plain dogface.

Soldier Right there.

Soldier Motherfuckers!

Soldier boy.

A perfect soldier.

A soldier told me.

Filthy partisan!

A parachutist?

Garbage accumulates outside of a secondary school in Bizerte, Tunisia.

Whole villages and townships are heaps of rubble.

It is said that out of 16,000 Romans, only 1,000 survived.

So after analyzing mounds of data, what we discovered was this

When the crematoria prove insufficient, pyres are set up.

Soldiers Get your vest on!

You were a soldier, sire.

I am a Roman soldier.

Get on back.

It just sits in a pile near the sugar mill until eventually they burn it.

I ended up narrowing the subject to Monet's Haystacks.

There's Joe, he is a soldier.

I'm a marine. Now!

Was your father a soldier?

Alone, against 1,000 troops?

A paratrooper is an angel.

My daughter with a serviceman!

I knew a soldier in the hospital.

Eyes front, soldier.

And get out of my way.

You cannot treat him like a common soldier.

The barrels of gunpowder were discovered hidden under piles of faggots and coal.