Bombardier Page #3

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Yes, sir.

In here, fella.

# Then she held my hands... #

Hello. Looks like I'll be able

to keep that dinner date.

That's why I'm here.

Mind waiting a little while?

No, I'm getting used to it.

PHONE RINGS:

Hello.

Is this Headquarters?

Headquarters? Who are you calling

at Headquarters?

Your snooty sister. I've been

trying to get her for a

date ever since we arrived. Hey!

This is Headquarters. What do

you want? I wish to speak to

Miss Hughes, please.

Miss Hughes, eh? And who shall I tell

her is calling? You may say that the

name is Captain Oliver.

Who? She'll talk to me

this time all right.

You will be punished snafu if

Captain Oliver ever hears about

this. He won't.

Would you mind repeating that name

again? Captain Oliver.

Just tell her it's Buck.

I'm very sorry, Captain Oliver,

but Miss Hughes can't come

to the phone just now,

but I have a suggestion.

Why don't you come over here?

That's Buck. That's Buck!

PHONE RINGS:

Hello, Operator.

'I'm ringing back, sir,

but there's no answer.'

PHONE RINGS:

Who's been ringing you

giving out with that stuff that he's

Buck Oliver? Fresh guy, I'll...

Calling me on

the phone using your name?

Yeah. You must be hearing things.

No, I am not hearing things - he just

talked... Maybe Major Davis was right

when he said you needed a rest.

What's that?

Buck, you're to be grounded

by the flight surgeon for ten days.

Chick arranged it, because

we had a run-in over Bombardiers'

orders. Where is he?

In there, trying to straighten

out one of those kids you said

would never make a Bombardier.

That's a waste of time.

You do a lot of thinking,

don't you, Joe?

Yes, sir.

Well, it's not so good. A guy

shouldn't think alone too much.

Well, that's the way I

figured it, Chick...I mean, sir.

No, that's all right, forget it.

Go ahead, forget that "sir". You

do a little thinking out loud.

Well, I'd seen

a few Army camps before,

but you know one thing struck

me out here, the bombsight.

They build a big vault

out of concrete and iron,

and I see a guys with Tommy

guns hanging around there,

looking pretty important

about what they

got locked up inside,

a bunch of other guys carry it in

and out and they've got side-arms

strapped on them.

So that's what I keep thinking,

that Little Miss Big Eyes

they got wrapped up so tight

is a pretty important gimmick.

Mm-hm. It's like money in the bank.

Give me a cigarette,

will you? I guess that

gadget's worth a lot of money.

It's worth more than money.

What else impressed you around here?

Well, there were a lot of other

things all sort of mixed up...

..like that oath we swore

to the day we landed?

Bet you don't even remember it.

I didn't think much about it.

It seemed kind of...

cooked up, sort of corny.

How was it that thing went?

I do solemnly swear and affirm

that I will accept the trust

placed in me by my commanding...

Sacred trust placed in me

by my commander-in-chief. Yeah.

Solemnly swear

that I will keep inviolate the

secrecy of any and all confidential

information revealed to me,

and in the full knowledge that I...

that I... Am a guardian.

..that I am a guardian

of one of my country's most

priceless military assets...

I remember it now.

..I do further swear

that I will protect the secrecy

of the American bombsight,

if need be with my life itself.

That's great, Joe -

you remember swell.

I've been trying to remember...

..ever since that bird who wants

to get his hooks on the bombsight

started talking to me.

Yeah? Yeah.

He wants me to meet him tonight,

north end of the post ten o'clock.

Shall we meet him?

Yes, sir!

See you later.

Here, thanks for the smoke.

Thanks for the dinner.

Burt, we've got a lot

of unfinished business.

The way he's piled the work on

you, I've got to look

quick to even see your shadow.

It's probably his way of getting

even. He didn't want me here.

Now he can't run the office

without you. Let's leave him flat -

what do you say?

Buck, you get the car, and I'll shoo

him out. He never knows when

to go home.

OK, I'll keep. "Oily Oliver" they

call me. I'll be waiting for you

out front.

Did we get a report

from the parachute supplier?

That's been taken care of, Major.

We were supposed to get a new

shipment of bombsights.

They've arrived.

Oh.

Ordnance call about those flares?

No, sir, I called Ordnance.

They'll be ready tomorrow night.

Mm-hm. Where's that communication

from the War Department?

Fine Bombardier you'd make!

Can't even see the end of your nose.

I can see where I'm aiming, though.

Well, Miss Hughes...

..I've felt for some time

that I owe you an apology

because of my...

well, my abruptness. Rudeness is the

word. Apology accepted. I suppose

you want this done tonight?

Yes, you'd better write it -

anything I'd say might want

to melt your typewriter.

I want those kids to get commissions

on their graduation. They certainly

deserve equal rank to the pilots.

Washington can't make up its mind.

Miss Hughes, your efficiency is

gradually driving me a little nuts.

MY efficiency? You're darn near

killing the cadets with efficiency.

Certainly, so they won't

kill themselves in combat.

Together, you and I

will do all right.

What am I doing?

DANCE MUSIC PLAYS

'Are you a flat tyre,

a run-down heel with no appeal?'

Joe? Yeah.

I'm glad you decided

not to be a chump, Joe.

If you're half as smart as I think

you are, you're going to be one of

the richest boys in the country.

Now, here's what I want you

to do for me.

Oh, so that's it, huh?

You whistle swell, Joe.

Now, in this problem, you'll see

that, with a no-wind condition,

air speed 240,

altitude 10,000 feet, and you

have eliminated all personal error

by killing your drift and making all

the necessary arbitrary corrections,

you will hit your target.

This is the bomb release line.

You will notice under these

conditions, the path of the bomb

through the air,

known as the bomb's trajectory,

is directly under the ship, but the

point of impact will be trail

distance behind the ship.

With a crosswind, the ship

would be upwind from the target.

This distance upwind

is known as cross trail.

Any questions, misters?

All right,

that finishes the classroom work.

For those of you who pass your

examinations tomorrow, there'll

be no more ground school...

for half a day.

Next week,

you'll all start flying...

..but only 12 feet off the ground

on a bomb trainer.

The purpose of the bombing trainer

is to familiarise students

with operations of bombsight,

methods of solving the bombing

problem without going into the air.

The motion of the trainer

across the floor simulates

the airplane in flight.

The four-wheel, electrically driven,

box-like affair on which the

target is placed simulates wind.

The bombsight is mounted

on the trainer, and data is set

by the Bombardier.

The speed of the trainer

to target simulates ground speed.

The bomb used on the trainer is

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