Doesn't you heart yearn for the good old days when John Wayne and William Bendix would have polished these bastards off in five minutes? Just a few B feature actors for the Duke to shove around, whip into shape and grow a few sweaty whiskers for Bendix's death scene. Then maybe a walk-on at the end for Henry Fonda to give out a Congressional Medal of honour to the Duke and a few purple hearts to the B actors.

Those cats knew how to have a war.