 will never surrender of my own free will. If in command, I will never surrender my men while they still have the means to resist. I just know we're never going to get out of this alive. What kind of crazy talk is that? You flipping your letter something, kid? Well, we're still a lot of ammo. What are we going to do if they attack again? We're going to get captured, for sure. Captured, hell. Ain't nobody in this whole going to get captured. If we run out of ammo, we'll fight those cruds with our rifle butts. You can say that again, Debrowski. Nobody in this whole company is going to be captured, kid. Don't worry, the old man knows what he's doing. We're going to get out of this all right. What did I tell you, kid? You got much ammo left? We got nine clips between us. How about grenades? Refresh out. It's all I can let you have. Make them count. Don't worry. We will. Won't we, kid? You're damn right we will. Understand he's to hold his fire until I give a signal. Yes, sir. Up to sea, he concerns the men of the third platoon and what they did in their moment of truth. To some members of the third platoon, the going is tougher. Between them and the reserves to the south flows a slow-moving but treacherous river. A soldier hates the idea of parting company from his weapon. For without his rifle, he is nothing. But now the big thing is to stay alive to fight again. And he makes sure to hide his gear so it won't do the enemy any good. Each man is on his own. Each man making his way to the reserves as best he can. The sergeant, the old pro of a soldier who knows he's going to make it. And the youngster who has forgotten his fear by now. But on his mind, even as he reaches the lines as the question, how about his young friend? Did he measure up? Was he going to make it too? What comes sliding into your mind at a time like this? A siren call? Surrender? Give up? Live it out in an enemy prison camp? But the approaching steps of the enemy play a tune that washes over that call. A tune with a heartbeat that stirs and fires the blood of the American soldier. A heartbeat that lays it on the line. I will never surrender of my own free will. If in command, I will never surrender my men while they still have the means to resist.