Walking alongside a railroad track, the soldiers stumble upon another group that includes Malarkey and Gonorrhea, who is totally unwelcoming to the outsider Hall. I guess Gonorrhea doesn't come easy. You gotta earn it. Detecting noise coming from one direction, Hall motions for silence; Winters, who peeks ahead, commands the group to scamper down a steep decline and take cover until his command. The sound of carousing slowly fills the air, followed by a horse-drawn cavalcade manned by apparent enemy troops. It looks like a mess of German fun, but Gonorrhea can't be contained. He's angry, and it's spreading, and no salve can cure this itching and burning spectre of fury. He opens fire, annihilating the enemy. Winters is completely startled; still, when the cavalcade regains its wits and fires back, someone backs up Gonorrhea with a grenade. Gonorrhea remains the main aggressor, standing right in front of the carriage and firing with a deeply trite, "agonized" barbaric yawp. Suddenly I'm watching a bad, bad movie. If Bill Pullman shows up and gives a speech, I'm quitting.

Long after the last corpse falls, Gonorrhea keeps firing until Winters stalks over to him, snatches the gun, and stares angrily into his eyes. "Next time I say 'wait for my command,' you wait for my command, Sergeant," Winters says harshly. Gonorrhea looks daggers at his superior and seethes a defiant, "Yes, sir." Toye shoots a suffering horse. Gonorrhea bitches that the "Quaker" Winters has no right to badmouth him for killing "Krauts." Hall asks what his problem is; Malarkey jokingly replies, "Gonorrhea." A confused Hall gets an explanation for the joke; he then asks, "Besides having a shitty name, what's his problem?" Gonorrhea barks, "None of your business, cowboy."

Daybreak. About eight silhouettes walk along the horizon. Toye defends an unarmed Winters for resisting attack -- "What's he gonna do, shout at them?" -- but Gonorrhea spits back, "He doesn't even drink." Well. That changes everything. As they trudge away through the swamp, music is drowned out by the buzzing flies and lonely flute music.