The OP's campfire conversation probably went something like this...
1st Corporal: Yes. Sir, when does therendezvous start?
Captain: Oh-one-hundred. Donāt be late,Corporal. Okay, men, now look, this isnāt gonna be a Sunday picnic. Gonna give it to ya straight. Some ofyou wonāt be coming back. Like, for example, you, Private Thompson. You wonāt be coming back.
Private Thompson: [confused] Uh, sir?
Captain: You wonāt be coming back.
Private Thompson: Uh, why not, sir?
Captain: [chuckles] Why not, Private? Well, I think perhaps being mowed down by enemy crossfire might have something to do with it. Just like, uh, Corporal Connors over here. He wonāt be coming back.
Corporal Connors: Sir?
Captain: You wonāt be coming back.
Corporal Connors: Iām gonna die, sir?
Captain: I just got done saying that, Corporal. Donāt make me repeat myself, please.
Sergeant: Sir?
Captain: Yes, Sergeant?
Sergeant: Uh, am I hearing this right, sir? You know whoās gonna die?
Captain: Well, yes. When youāve been soldiering as long as I have, then you can predict these things.
Sergeant: Ever had a wrong prediction, sir?
Captain: No.
Sergeant: Am I gonna make it, sir?
Captain: No. You wonāt be coming back.
1st Man: Am I gonna make it, sir?
Captain: No.
2nd Man: Am I gonna make it, sir?
Captain: Nope.
3rd Man: Am I gonna make it, sir?
Captain: [high pitched, as if it were obvious]No-o-o.
Rogers: Am I gonna make it, sir?
Captain: What? I canāt see. Is that you, Rogers?
Rogers: Yes, sir.
Captain: No.
Bloomfield: Uh, what about me, Captain?
Captain: Well, youāre gonna be fine, Stokowski, uh, A-OK, donāt worry about it.
Bloomfield: Uh, Iām Bloomfield, sir.
Captain: Oh! Bloomfield! You wonāt be coming back. Sorry.
2nd Corporal: Uh, wh-wh-what about me, sir?
Captain: Well, Corporal, Iām afraid Iāve got some bad news for you.
2nd Corporal: Bad ā bad news, sir?
Captain: Yes, youāre being demoted to private.
2nd Corporal: [relieved] I am? Is that all?
Captain: No. You wonāt be coming back.
3rd Corporal: Sir, my question is not about me. This is not a question about me. This is an unrelated question.
Captain: Fine. But before you ask it, let me just say, you wonāt be coming back.
3rd Corporal: Oh, come on!
Captain: Yes, youāll be killed by friendly fire. Thompson there is gonna shoot you.
Private Thompson: [puts a hand on 3rd Corporalās shoulder] Sorry, man.
3rd Corporal: Well, I ā I wonāt let it happen! Iāll make sure I never go near Thompson in the battle!
Captain: [amused] Yeah, okay, whatever. [to a soldier with a raised hand] Yeah, Private Mitchelson, good to hear from you.
Miller: Uh, Miller, sir.
Captain: Oh, Miller, right. You wonāt be coming back.
Miller: [unconcerned] Yeah, yeah, I know, sir. I kind of got that feeling. Listen, uh ⦠what I was wondering was, uh, I thought maybe itād be faster if you told us whoās not gonna die.
Captain: Whoās not gonna die?
Miller: Yeah.
Captain: [thinking] Uh, well, Iām not gonna die, uh, andā Sullivan! Youāre not gonna die.
Private Sullivan: Iām not, sir?
Captain: No. No.
Private Sullivan: [relieved] Oh, thank God!
Captain: But you are gonna be captured by enemy troops and youāre gonna be tortured repeatedly for sport. Many, many, many years ā long after the war is over. In fact, among the natives youāll be known as āDubonkaā or āHe Who Begs for the Death That Will Not Come.ā
Private Sullivan: āDubonka,ā sir?
Captain: Dubonka, yes.
Private Sullivan: I, uh, I ā I ā I donāt wannabe Dubonka, sir.
Captain: [amused] Look, Private, I donāt want to be allergic to wheat but I have no choice. Iāve had to live with that. [to Bloomfield] Yes, what is it, Bloomfield?
Bloomfield: Uh, sir, wouldnāt it be easier to bomb this bridge from the air?
Captain: [quickly] Probably. Okay, letās review! [turns to the map, uses pointer] ⦠We slip in here, oh-one-hundred. Oh-three-hundred, we take the bridge. Oh-four-hundred, Sullivan becomes Dubonka. Any questions? Dubonka, questions?
Private Sullivan: Uh, no. No, sir.
Captain: Okay, men, Iāll see you back here at oh-one-hundred in full combat gear, okay? Okay. Fallout. [The men begin to disperse but the Captain points to the 1st Corporal] Ah, not you, Corporal. [The rest of the men exit. The Captain puts a hand on the corporalās shoulder] Listen, Corporal, Iām afraid I have some horrible news for you.
1st Corporal: Horrible news, sir?
Captain: Yeah, letās take a walk, son. [They start to walk off ā military music pots up] Have you ever heard of the term āWakatinkuā?