Temple, from start to finish.You""d have been proud of him, like every man in his regiment was.....And with good reason.It wasn""t just a matter of doing his duty.He was always looking for a way o do more, and finding it.George was a born hero, Mr.Temple.He couldn""t imagine his death, only dishonor....It""s a wonder he lasted till Cassino."Nora: "When you believe like George believed, maybe dying isn""t very important."McCloud: "Once outside San Pietro, George and a couple of others established a forward observation post.[Note: Max was a connected and kindred spirit with his stray dog - "Dog" had a red sash tied around his neck, and Max sported a red oil rag tied around his right arm.On the two-day train ride to Washington with Smith, Paine - who once championed "lost causes" with Smith""s father, sees much of Clayton Smith in Jefferson: "Why, printers ink runs in your veins, Jeff.The majestic, rolling green-hilled pastures of the area (with white picket fences) were lovingly viewed as his train pulled into he station at Ardmore.On the roof of one of the boxcars, two men, a young vagrant/hobo and a railroad yard boss, are engaged in a brutal struggle for their lives.