*This script was done completely by me. The only resource I had was the movie. Parts of the script may be innacurate due to the difficulty in hearing what the actors are saying because of all the other sounds (like gunshots, men screaming ect) going on at the same time. If you have any corrections please
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Omaha Beach:Normandy Soldier on boat-Clear the ramp! Thirty seconds! My God be with ya! Miller-Left side stick and the right stick! Move fast and clear those murder holes. Horvath-I wanna keep plenty of beach between men. Five men is a juicy opportunity. One man, it's a waste of ammo. Miller-Keep the sand out of your weapons. Keep those actions clear. I'll see you on the beach. The camera shows the men on the boat, a few praying(including Jackson who kisses his cross). The men reach the beach and invade. The sound goes quiet as Miller looks around the beach. Soldier-What now sir? I said what the hell do we do now sir? Horvath-Capn Miller! Capn Miller! Capn Miller! Miller-Sargeant Horvath...move your men off the beach! Go! Horvath-All right, you guys, get on my ass. Follow me. Soldier-What's the rallying point? Miller-Anywhere but here. Miller and his men continue to move up the beach. Miller-Seawall! Why don't you move up to the seawall? Soldier-Sir, I'm staying here. Miller-Clear this beach. Make way for the others! Soldier-This is all we've got between us and the allmighty! Miller-Every foot of this beach has been presighted! You stay here...you're a dead man! Miller and his men once again move up the beach towards the seawall. Miller-What you got? Soldier-One hundred and fourth medical Battalion sir! Here to set up a field operation. Miller-Get rid of that crap. Steal some weapons. Follow me. Miller sees Lieutenant Briggs and goes to help. Miller-Briggs! Briggs-Get me outa here! Oh god! Miller-Medic! Soldier-Navy beach Battalion sir! I've gotta clear the obstacles! Make holes for the tanks! Miller-All the armor is floating in the channel! Soldier-Order sir! You go somewhere else! I'm clearin this one! Miller-Come on Briggs. Miller drags Briggs up the beach and the navy battalions fuse goes off and blows off Briggs legs. Miller lets go and arrives at the seawall. Miller-Shore party! No armor has made it ashore! We got no DD tanks on the beach. DOG-1 is not open! Miller-Who's in command here? Soldier-You are sir. Miller-Sargeant Horvath? Horvath-Sir! Miller-You recognize where we are? Horvath-Right where we're supposed to be, but no one else is. Miller turns to the guy with the radio again. Miller-First wave inaffective. We do not hold the beach, say again, we do not hold the beach. Soldier-We're all used up sir. We've got the leftovers from Fox Company, Able Company and George Company. Some men from the Navy Beach Battalion and a beach master. Miller turns back to the guy with the radio, but his face got caved in. Miller grabs the radio. Miller-Cut off. Cut off. C- Reiben-Reiben here sir! Horvath-See anybody else? Reiben-Jackson, but that's about it. Mellish-Mellish here. Caparzo-Caparzo. We've got DeForest back there with Wade. He's hurt so bad he said he sprung a hundred leaks. Wade said he's all used up. Medic-Move onto somebody you can help. Wade-Let go! He's a Battalion surgeon sir! Miller-Get his attention. Mellish, Miller, Horvath, Caparzo and Reiben-Wade!Wade!Wade! Miller-All right, get him off the beach. Wade-I got it! We stopped the bleeding! We stopped the bleeding! A bullit comes and hits DeForest in the head, killing him.Wade-Fuck!Fuck! Just give us a fucking chance you son of a bitch! Son of a fucking cocksucker! Miller-This is all? This is all that made it? Horvath-It's pretty bad sir. There's bound to be more of em. Miller-Not enough. This is not enough. Horvath-DOG-1 exit. That's got to be that cut on the right. Or is it the one on the left? Shit!
Miller-No, no. Vierville is to the west. This is DOG-1. Soldier-They're killing us! Cuz we don't have a fucking chance! It ain't any fair! Miller-Gather weapons and ammo! Horvath-Gather weapons and ammo! Horvath-Reiben, hey Reiben, Reiben. Where's your B.A.R.? Reiben-Bottom of the channel sargeant. The bitch tried to drown me. Horvath-Find a replacement. Miller-Bring up the Bangalores! Miller-Drop the line! Horvath-Heads up! Pipes comin your way! Jackson-Jackson here sir. Soldier-Oh my god it hurts! I'm gonna die! Oh my god! Oh Jesus! Oh my god! A soldier gets hit in the helmet by a bullit but doesn't die. Caparzo-Jesus. Lucky bastard. Wade-You're not gonna die. You're not gonna die. You're fine. Just don't look at it. Miller-Bangalores! Clear the shingles! Soldier-Fire in the hole! Horvath, Soldier and Wade all repeat the same thing. Bangalores go off and the men move past the seawall. Horvath-We're in business definately! Other side of the hole! Wade and another medic are in fron of a line of dying soldiers. Medic-I said let's go. Expected morphine.(moves to another man)Routine.(moves to another man)Priotity.(moves to another man and bangs Wade on the head)He's gone. Miller-Mellish. Mellish-Yes sir. Miller-Give me your bayonet. Miller takes the bayonet, takes Mellishs wad of gum and sticks it on the end of the bayonet. He takes out a shaving mirror and sticks that on, using it to see the Germans behind them. Miller-Two MG42s. Two mortars. Add twenty, left thirty. Horvath-Slow defelate over there but it's a perfect fire if we could get some godamn armor on the beach. Miller-We've gotta get this draw open. Reiben! Mellish! Let's get in the war. Grab some cover and put some fire on that crew. Davis, Debernardo, Young, Bolt, get ready. Cover and fire! Go, go, go! Horvath-Godamn firing squad. Miller-We win we get everyone the hell outta here. Sharp, Payton, McDonald, Parks, get in next. Horvath-Is that a blindfold gap? Miller-Well we can leave you here to die. Cover and fire! Go, go, go! Come on. Come on. Miller looks through the mirror once again to see the Germans still standing. Miller-Jackson? Jackson-sir. Miller-You see that impact right here? Jackson-Yes sir. Miller-That should give you complete defelate from that machine position. Get in there and give me some fire. Wait for my command. Go! Horvath-Captain, if your mother saw you do that she'd be very upset. Miller-I thought you were my mother. Jackson-Be thou not far from me o lord. All my strength. Haste thee to help me. Miller-DOG-1 exit! Right here! Horvath-We're in business! The men move past from safety and make their way to a fort. Horvath-Reiben. Miller-Go sir go! Horvath-Reiben. They take an explosive and throw it into the fort. After doing so, the troop moves in. Miller-Come on Doyle! Sarge? Come on! Doyle, Come on! Soldier-Don't shoot! Let em burn! Horvath-Sease fire! Sease fire! Cut it out! Cut it out! Sease fire! Miller-Sugar King, this is Sugar Charlie three, say it again, DOG-1 is open. Send the dozers, I'm waiting for my men. Over. Soldier-What? What? What? I'm sorry I can't understand what you're saying. Soldier-What'd he say? What'd he say? Soldier-Look, I washed for supper! Caparzo-Hey fish. Look at this, a Hitler Ute knife. Mellish-And now it's just a shabbat challah right? Horvath pours dirt into a container marked France and puts it in a bag along with other containers marked Africa and Italy. Soldier-That's quite a view. Miller-Yes it is. Quite a view. The camera gives an overlook of the battlefield, then closes in on a body laying face down on the beach shore. It focuses on the mans backpack which reads RYAN.S
