As Winters and Speirs begin hushed discussions about who should lead the patrol, Nixon notices Hanks and earns an introduction. "Right, our West Point-er," Nix grins. Figures. Colin Hanks looks stiff, uncomfortable, and as though his ill-fitting uniform has never sustained a crease. He's so brand-new that I can see the tag swinging from his earlobe. Nixon learns that Hanks graduated from West Point on June 6, 1944. "D-Day, yes, sir," Hanks nods, uneasily. Nixon chuckles, "All right, don't get hurt!" Hanks looks a bit bruised, but woodenly -- sort of the way an oak tree would look if you kicked it while on acid, but without the talking and the pink badgers. Hanks rotates toward Winters and asks to be put on the patrol. Winters considers him briefly, then goes right on talking to Speirs. Hey, Dick? It's dangerous to ignore the boss's son. Just a warning. Winters exits.
Speirs and Donnie whisper about whether an NCO can lead the patrol, suggesting Martin, Malarkey, or Grant. Donnie figures they're all capable, but exhausted. "Captain, request permission to go on the patrol," Hanks says. "No," Speirs says calmly. He establishes that Hanks is inexperienced, then assigns him to 2nd Platoon and tells him Heffron, Ramirez, and McClung will be pulled for the patrol. Feeling ignored, Webster pops up and introduces himself, trying to explain his situation, but Speirs doesn't much care and dispatches him to 2nd Platoon as well. See? See what they're doing? Hanks is a replacement and gets no respect, and Webster is treated like a replacement while getting no respect? I just want to make sure you see the parallel lines here -- sometimes it's hard to spot them when they're being dipped in Tabasco and rammed up your nostrils.
Large stacks of sacks line the sidewalks of Haguenau, providing shelter for the men darting from building to building; apparently, the Germans are keeping a close eye on the town and are firing at will. Webster leads Hanks through the streets, ducking and dashing. During this time, Hanks learns he's the only officer in the platoon -- isn't that standard? -- and Webster speculates that if Malarkey gets a battlefield commission as planned, perhaps he will co-lead the platoon. "Webster?" someone asks. It's Sgt. Kiehn! Yay! Except...who? Kiehn and a pal brag that they ganked bags of potatoes from one of the houses. Suddenly, a screaming shell starts to fall. Everyone flees, and it hits right where they stood. Everyone is fine; Webster and Hanks flatten themselves against the wall of OP-2, the watch station in which some platoons have taken up residence. When someone gives the all-clear call, Webster heaves their bags over a balcony and scrambles over it himself, reaching back to help Hanks. Because he's new, Hanks can't recall the names of the men flagged for the patrol, so Webster reminds him. And us.