Joyeux Noël

[watching Horstmayer and Gordon shake hands] A summit meeting, and we're not even invited.

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Tonight, these men were drawn to that altar like it was a fire in the middle of winter. Even those who aren't devout came to warm themselves.

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[to Lt. Audebert and his troops] Our artillery will shell you in 10 minutes, so I suggest you come shelter in my trench.

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Bishop: Christ our Lord said, "Think not that I come to bring peace on earth. I come not to bring peace, but a sword." The Gospel according to St. Matthew. Well, my brethren, the sword of the Lord is in your hands. You are the very defenders of civilization itself. The forces of good against the forces of evil. For this war is indeed a crusade! A holy war to save the freedom of the world. In truth I tell you: the Germans do not act like us, neither do they think like us, for they are not, like us, children of God. Are those who shell cities populated only by civilians the children of God? Are those who advanced armed hiding behind women and children the children of God? With God's help, you must kill the Germans, good or bad, young or old. Kill every one of them so that it won't have to be done again. The Lord be with you. All: And also with you. Bishop: May God Almighty bless you. The Father, the Son, the Holy Ghost. Amen. All: Amen.

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Horstmayer: I heard last night about your wife. If you like, I can get a letter through to her. Lieutenant Audebert: Why would you do that? If you got caught... Horstmayer: One letter won't stop us winning the war. And anyhow, when we'll have taken Paris and it's over, you can invite us for a drink in Rue Vavin. Lieutenant Audebert: You don't have to invade Paris to drop round for a drink.

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Le Major: Everyone to their posts! Gordon: [a moment of indecision] Every man to his post! Le Major: Quickly! German Soldiers: [Someone in the German trench stands up and walks into No Man's Land] No, stay here! What're you doing? Come back! Le Major: Well, what the hell are you doing! Shoot the bloody Kraut! Le Major: What are you waiting for? Shoot him, God damn it! Holidays are over! Le Major: What the hell do you think you're playing at? Shoot him! Le Major: Shoot him! Le Major: Stand down from your posts. Shame on you, Gordon. Shame on you. Ponchel: Be silly to die disguised as a German, eh? Lieutenant Audebert: What the devil were you doing? Ponchel: I had a German help me. I saw my mother. We drank a coffee, just like before... You have a son. Ponchel: His name is Henri. [he dies]

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