It 's hard to recall a more chilling stretch in modern movies than the one before the last big battle , when the American soldiers , surrounded by the debris of a devastated town , listen to the echoey , piped-in strains of an Edith Piaf recording--and then hear the first low rumbles of approaching German tanks , each man alone in the shared knowledge that this foreign music will likely be the last they 'll hear .
It is hard to watch the soldiers listen to the music and wonder if it is the last thing they will hear .