Bombardier Page #6

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of only 34 feet.

I admit I was afraid,

afraid to jump out of the plane...

but scared as I was, I could still

bomb the target, and that's

the purpose of my training, sir.

But don't you think you'd find that

anti-aircraft or enemy fighter fire

would be even more nerve-wracking

than the prospect of

a parachute jump? No, sir.

I'd still hit that target.

And someday,

if the board will give me

another chance,

I'm sure I can overcome

this other thing.

Gentlemen, I believe that.

I believe a good Bombardier

is a good Bombardier.

I believe Cadet Hughes was trying.

If he were given a further chance,

he'd justify it.

Somehow or other,

Cadet Hughes has forced himself

to overcome certain deficiencies

to make an enviable bombing record.

I suspect he was trying

to live up to an ideal.

An ideal that was too big, perhaps,

but as I said, gentlemen,

he was trying.

After all, Mr Hughes could have

ridden through the glory

with a secret,

but he chose not to do that,

because he has a certain quality of

courage which is easily overlooked.

Gentlemen, I know of no greater

courage than for a man

to call himself a coward.

Your time's up, Mr Carter,

you're dismissed. Thank you, sir.

What about Tom Hughes, sir?

Decision suspended, Major Davis

got him another chance.

Sorry, sir.

HE SQUEALS:

Well, what do you think

of that Washington letter?

I don't know

whether I like it or not.

A new post would

take me away from my school,

go on observation duty.

I always did kind of

want to get over there.

Of course, I would be Colonel Davis.

Colonel Quitter Davis. Hmm?

Colonel Quitter Davis,

that's what I'd call you.

Didn't you read this?

The next class of Bombardiers that

graduate get wings and commissions.

Isn't that something you've wanted,

something you've fought for?

Yes, it is.

And they'll establish Bombardier

schools all over the country.

Who's going to organise them?

You'd better read it again.

Commissions.

You go ahead and write it,

write it like I should write it.

I'd be delighted.

Tell them I don't want to be

Colonel Davis on a foreign mission.

Tell them I'm grateful for all

they've done for my cadets, tell...

That's all.

Major, you deserve a decoration.

And you also need a shave.

Hello. Hello.

"Hello, hello."

Is that all you can say?

Come on, let's get going.

Oh, hey, look! It's Buck.

Buck who?

You'll find out who when you get a

kick in the tail assembly. Get down!

He's still there.

Come on, you mush head,

let's get some Mexican food.

Hello, stranger, what are you

looking for? Never mind.

Hey, where is she?

What's that, what did you say?

You heard me, where is she?

Who? You know who,

you've kept her here all hours.

I've hardly seen her for days.

That ought to make her happy.

Have you been pulling rank

to keep her away from me?

I could take her away from you

if I was a buck private.

Not if you were

a regiment of buck privates.

Remember what General Forrest said

in the Civil War?

Yeah, I know.

Get there first-est

with the most-est.

Ah, what a memory.

You have been changed

into a sleeping statue, Obmadali,

so sleep a deep and pleasant sleep

and float high into the heavens.

Fly with me on the wings

of the angels into a land

where unhappiness is unknown.

Sleep on and float higher

and higher,

and now in the name of the unknown

and all that is mysterious...

Why don't you go up

and get sawed in half?

..Obmadali, to vanish!

GASPS:

APPLAUSE:

Thank you. And now for my final

presentation

I would like to offer you

the great Romosoli mystery

and for this illusion

I'll need two bright young men

out of the audience.

Come, come, you need not be afraid.

Go on up.

Go on.

You wouldn't...

I went up on a stage

for a hypnotist once.

He went like that at me

and I took off all my clothes.

THEY LAUGH:

Hey, Buck!

Ah, two of the bravest men

in the house.

Just a moment, gentlemen,

I'd like to have you help me,

if you don't mind.

Hello. Hello. Hello.

Hello. Hello. Hello.

Stand over here,

and, you, right over here,

and, by the way,

here's a bouquet for you.

Now, close your eyes

and dream of something beautiful.

That's right, just relax and rest

in the arms of Morpheus.

Now make a wish, and if it's within

the power of the spirits

of the great Obmadali,

your wish will come true.

And you.

And now you close your eyes.

Oh, no hypnotism.

Oh, no, no hypnotism

just close your eyes.

La Belle Circe.

APPLAUSE AND WHISTLING

Oh, look. I am looking.

Bombs away.

LAUGHTER:

Step over here.

That's fine, right here.

Will you step in here, gentlemen?

That's right.

La Belle Circe, will you join the

gentlemen in the enchanted cabinet?

Now all join hands.

Join hands, please.

Don't be afraid of her,

gentlemen, she will not harm you.

Now, hold her hands, and,

whatever you do, don't let her go.

You're in the land of enchantment.

Abba-bada!

LAUGHTER AND APPLAUSE

TRUMPET FANFARE:

# Roll away with the Bombardiers

# Rack up the eggs

Line up the Golden Goose

# Soar away with the Bombardiers

# We're heading for the spot

to turn them loose

# High or low, in rain or snow

Or 'neath the tropical sun

# Off we go, look out below

We've got a job to be done

# With bombs, bombs, bombs

dropped as souvenirs

# From the US bombardiers

# We're ready to make a fight

# The gunner is at his sight

# The bomber is fuelled

and set to go

# The weather is clear tonight

# A typical bomber's moon

# The motors are all in tune

# The pilots are in the cockpit

# So we've got to get going soon

# We're going to make them yell

# We're going to give them hell

# So roll away with the Bombardiers

# Roar up the eggs,

line up the Golden Goose

# Roar away with the Bombardiers

# We're heading for the spot

to turn them loose

# High or low in rain or snow

or 'neath the tropical sun

# Off we go, look out below,

we've got a job to be done

# With bombs, bombs, bombs

dropped as souvenirs

# From the US Bombardiers! #

Pilot to Bombardier.

When are you going to give me

your calibrated altitude?

We're 12,000 now.

We're at about 18,000, sir.

Will you make the first approach

a dry run, please?

All right, mister,

you'll probably need it.

I'd like to drop

some at 30,000 once.

You'll get your chance. Wait till

you get in a Flying Fortress.

VOICE COMES THROUGH ON THE RADIO

Major Davis to Captain Oliver.

Listen, Buck, this is supposed to be

a record bombing mission,

not a demonstration of

your flying ability.

Instructor to pilot,

instructor to pilot.

Instructor to pilot! That's funny.

What's that fool trying to do?

Looks like somebody

hanging out of the escape hatch!

Help!

Radio car to Army 102.

Buck! Buck!

Oh, Jim!

Buck Oliver!

'Report to operations.

'Land as soon as possible.'

You've just killed a man.

Who were the cadets on that ship?

Who were the cadets on that ship?!

Cadets Carter and Hughes.

Who was it, Sergeant? Was it Tom?

Tom!

Sergeant, is Burt inside?

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