A young Italian girl survives the horrors of war to marry, love, live, and become a modern woman.
The building across the way is gone, collapsed in on itself. Rubble is scattered all about the area.
Abdul and Ahmed writhe about on the ground. Abdul’s right calf has a deep gash and Ahmed clutches his left hand to his chest, cradling it in his right.
Robbie looks down from his window, then disappears inside.
INT. FIRST AID STATION – DAY
A large, olive drab tent with many cots set up in rows. Several tables, piled high with medical supplies and a stack of small boxes, sits clustered at one end.
A MEDIC (25) stitches up Ahmed’s hand, he’s lost two fingers. Abdul reclines on a cot, his calf bandaged.
Robbie stands next to him, his face filthy, his uniform wrinkled and blood trickles from several cuts on his face.
So, what’s the word, Doc’?
He should be okay. He won’t be running any marathons, but he’ll keep his leg. Wish I could say the same for this one. Now, let’s get you cleaned up. Your face is cut up pretty bad there.
Robbie turns and looks in a mirror hanging on a post.
Ha, I’ve done worse shaving.
You must have a pretty dull blade.
Sharp as your wit.
Ha-ha. You’re a regular Bob Hope.
MAN’S VOICE (OS)
Where is my son?
The SHEIK (45), medium height and build and decked out in traditional garb, bursts in. Behind him is AZIZ (55), tall, thin and with a salt and pepper beard, dressed the same.
The Sheik scans the area, sees Abdul and crosses to him.
Abdul, who did this to you?
The Medic cringes. Robbie steps forward.
A German bomb landed near him, Sir.
It’s all right, Father. This soldier man saved us.
Well, I wouldn’t say “saved.” I just –
Peace, my friend. If my son says it, it is so. Honor me by being my guest at dinner tonight.
I would be honored.
The Sheik gestures at Abdul. Aziz gathers the boy in his arms and carries him out. The Sheik helps Ahmed to follow.
The Medic picks up a small box from the pile.
That went better than I expected. Sometimes these camel jockeys can be so touchy.
You got that right, S- Mister. Here’s your Purple Heart.
Robbie holds up a hand.
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