At the CP, Luz is taking inventory of the rations. Martin and Cobb are jokingly begging for chocolate bars, but Luz fends them off. A kid named Vest -- who is assisting Luz -- exposits that "they" want to pepper an enemy building with bazooka fire that night because there are reports of movement within it. Cobb is still trying to wheedle a Hershey bar out of Luz, playing on the whole "we were in the same platoon" bond. Luz says fuck that shit, but I suppose he uses longer words. "There's not enough to go around!" he barks. "Come on, give the kid a Hershey bar," a voice calls from off-camera. "Hey, pigmouth!" someone else yells at the source. The camera cuts to Perconte, fresh from the hospital and almost fully recovered. Everyone clamors to ask how he's feeling. "As long as you keep your hands off my ass, I'll be fine," Perconte winks. So, in two hours, he'll be a writhing pretzel of soreness. Luz tosses him a candy bar over the protests of the other soldiers, citing as his defense that Perconte got shot in the ass and deserves some sugar. Amen. If I stub my toe, I reward myself thusly. A few Perconte ass jokes ensue. "Want me to rub it for you?" teases Martin. Cut to Hanks, who looks distinctly unhappy, because he's trained to hate homoerotica. "Can you believe it? Try to get him out of the fuckin' war, [and] he came right back," Martin grins. Webster stares at the ground. This is the homecoming he expected, so it's hard to get shown up by a kid half his size; also, Perconte clearly gets points for coming back quickly, whereas Webster took four months. He's coming off like a total mope here. Perconte says he heard the Germans are almost defeated, and Liebgott grouses that they're rowing across the river that night to grab a few and ask them in person whether that's true. "Are you kidding me?" Perconte asks, shocked. "Wish I was," Liebgott moans ruefully. "Welcome back, Frank."
Luz snaps Webster out of his reverie, ordering him to grab a box of grenade launchers and deliver them to the night patrol. Webster takes the box, and Liebgott sarcastically intones, "Been working out?" Wow, he is one bitter man. I didn't realize there was such mistrust of the wounded who, rather than going AWOL, actually waited out their recoveries. Liebgott clearly ate his Bitchy-Os this morning. Vest interrupts to share a tale of a Dog Patrol lieutenant, fresh from West Point, who stepped on a Schu mine and lost a foot. To top it off, the patrol returned empty-handed. Now it's Hanks's turn to frown, an expression that deepens when Luz impolitely cracks that Hanks probably knew the felled soldier. A pencil sharpener strolls past, but I dismiss it because I've already got the point.