Faith of My Fathers Page #3

- What's going on?

- Moving day.

Why? Why are they doing this?

Why are you doing this?

Because they can.

Solo now. Long time.

- You keep the faith, all right?

- You, too.

No talk! No more!

Bill Lawrence. George McKnight.

Norris Overly.

Bill Lawrence. George McKnight.

Robbie Riesner. Howie Rutledge.

Orson Swindle.

Neal Jones.

McCain.

Help me.

Help.

Help me.

- Use your cup.

- What?

Wrap your towel around your cup

and talk into it.

Who's there?

Bob Craner, Air Force. You're McCain, right?

Right?

Yeah.

They just moved me over here.

When were you killed?

December '67.

October '67.

I made my hundredth mission

and asked for another tour.

I thought 100 was the limit in the Air Force?

It is.

I just stayed on their case till they said

the hell with it to get me off their backs.

I was killed on my 102nd.

I got my wish?

Jesus.

I'm Navy.

Yeah, I know.

I hear you've been giving them a hard time.

Talk to you soon!

My darling John:

Candies are Sidney's favorite,

especially the heart-shaped ones.

She keeps wanting

to send you marshmallows...

but I didn't think they would make the trip.

We miss you,

and we all pray for your safe return.

The boys are doing well,

under the circumstances.

They tell everyone at school

that their daddy is a war hero.

All our love, Carol.

Batted 352, 32 home runs, 114 ribbies.

Amazing.

You're on the honor system, Craner.

I have no way of checking this.

Trust me. I know my Teddy Ballgame.

Try me.

346, 24, and 82.

It's an off year.

- What did Musial do?

- Who cares?

Stan Musial couldn't hold

William's jock strap.

Stan the Man was pretty good.

Did you ever fall in love at first sight?

Yeah. Me, too, once.

Great-looking girl. Loads of personality.

We go out on our first date,

she finds out I'm a baseball fan.

Turns out she is, too.

Then she started to talk about Stan Musial.

Wouldn't stop.

And you wound up marrying her?

No, that was it right there.

Never saw her again.

To Stan Musial.

Yeah, I thought he was overrated myself.

Exactly.

Back when you were a seagull,

did you ever pull duty at Pensacola?

Sure did.

Trader Jon's.

Yeah.

You remember this one?

After the engine quit, the only place

I could dump it was in the bay.

Unfortunately, I hit it a little hard.

- He misjudged his angle of attack.

- No, don't listen to him.

It was only through precise calculations

and lightning reactions...

that I was able to forestall disaster.

The A-1 is a tricky plane to fly.

There were casualties.

He took out a school of tuna.

I was knocked unconscious,

but I came to when I hit the bottom.

- So, how deep was it?

- It was a couple 100 feet.

I took a deep breath,

popped off the canopy with my forearms...

and pushed off the bottom...

having to decompress at every 20 feet,

of course.

So how long did it take you

to get to the surface?

- Three to four minutes.

- Wow.

Four minutes.

When you push the envelope...

you have to be prepared

to accept the consequences.

That's what I call a wet dream.

That's my girl.

Another fish story.

You forget about the time

you ran out of fuel at 4,000 feet?

- That doesn't count.

- Why the hell not?

- The gauge malfunctioned.

- And the power lines in Spain?

Faulty intelligence.

- Right.

- Okay, so who's driving?

I thought you were gonna be going home

with your girlfriend?

No. I mean between you two.

You're both in the tank.

- Hi, Chuck.

- Hi, Natalie.

- I loved the performance tonight.

- Why, thank you. I try my best.

- Don't I, dear?

- Yes, you do.

Maybe it was only 100 feet.

Give me the keys.

What the hell are you guys doing here?

American Gls,

don't fight in this illegal and immoral war.

Even your fellow countrymen and women

are against it.

They are marching in the streets

protesting in all your cities.

You are losing the battle at home,

just as you are losing the battle here.

Now, here's some more

of our country's music for you.

Come on, you son of a b*tch. Details.

No.

A sailor never kisses and tells.

You're killing me.

I did see something else

that I wanted to talk to you about.

I saw two POWs by themselves.

It was like they were on vacation.

They were. Sold out a long time ago.

Maybe they were brainwashed.

No more than us. You stay away from them.

They turned people in,

had some of them killed.

Why the hell don't they just go?

Right. Go where?

"Under the broad and starry sky

Dig the grave and let me lie

"Here did I live and gladly die

"And I lay me down with a will

"Here be the verse you 'grave for me

"Here lies where he longed to be

"Home is the sailor home from the sea

"and the hunter home from the hill"

To my father, John Sidney McCain.

The most honest and principled man

I have ever met.

He was my friend, my teacher, my hero.

And he destroyed 6,000 Jap planes

and sunk 2 million tons of their ships.

- Forty-eight ships in one day.

- Forty-nine.

- To Slew!

- To Slew!

"Home is the sailor home from the sea

"and the hunter home from the hill"

Have a seat, McCain.

Help yourself. That's what they're for.

Tea?

No, thanks.

You may not know,

but your father has been made...

Commander of the Pacific of your military.

I know that he enjoys them.

I've seen pictures.

My father never lit them up.

I've been running prison camps

since the French.

A necessary job...

but one that does not give me

great pleasure.

But today...

I have good news, make me very happy.

You're free to go home.

What?

Amnesty has been granted

by our government.

You can go home to your wife and children.

Soldiers are often surprised at the news.

It is hard to believe, I understand.

Well?

I have to think about it.

Very well.

If you will excuse me, Lieutenant,

I have work to do.

Ginger snaps.

There were some

that looked like macaroons.

Macaroons?

Yeah.

They would have bought me off

with a cup of coffee.

No, they wouldn't.

You don't know if you can survive this.

The seriously injured can go home.

That supersedes the Code of Conduct.

I think I can make it.

They told me I won't.

But if I was really in such bad shape...

they would have at least sent a doctor

to check on me.

But you can't be sure you're up to this.

What did they want in return?

They didn't say.

If it's not too much, you take it.

Bucket.

Hey, Bob?

What is your decision?

I will remain here

and wait for my proper turn.

Maj. Overly and the others left with honor.

Things will get worse now, McCain.

You may not get a turn at all.

- Do you realize that?

- Yes.

Does your family realize that?

This is yours.

My darling John:

Candies are Sidney's favorite,

especially the heart-shaped ones.

She keeps wanting

to send you marshmallows...

but I didn't think they would make the trip.

We miss you,

and we all pray for your safe return.

The boys are doing well,

under the circumstances.

They tell everyone at school

that their daddy is a war hero.

All our love, Carol.

Where are my candies?

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