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First class on French trains

ranks with our extra-fare

trains,

second ranks with our parlor car

and third class is like

our ordinary-day coach.

If French coaches are less

comfortable than ours,

remember that they are also

less expensive.

It all evens up.

Who's got the time?

Two-twenty, sir.

Thanks.

Who do you think that I oughta

see about it, sir?

S1 personnel.

They assign

the new replacements,

but they're not gonna put two

brothers in the same platoon.

My kid brother's got a way

with him, sir,

and he's just liable

to talk them into it.

Bad enough being

in the same regiment,

but the same platoon...

Yeah, I'd hate for my folks

to get two telegrams

from the War Department

on the same day.

Where are you going?

Think I'll ride

with my platoon, sir.

You're overdoing the "sir"

business, lieutenant.

I keep forgetting.

And here I've been an officer

for two hours and 20 minutes.

How are you doing, Grayson?

Hey, Sam, you think Terry okay?

Sure. It was just

a little cold.

I feel more better

when the mail catch up.

Long time he no get mail.

I wonder how my brother's

making out.

Me too.

I guess he work

on the sugar-beet farm

already two, three weeks.

Hey, Ohhara, we want the mail.

Write your congressman.

Ten-hut.

As you were.

Carry on, men.

How do you like that?

Do they give a commission

to one of us buddhaheads?

No, they give it to the mick.

Ohhara, the fighting Irishman.

Faith, and you can

say that again.

Now, get along

with your blarney.

I've got something to tell you.

At ease.

At ease.

Let's be having

a little military courtesy.

Yes, sir.

I, uh, haven't

been assigned yet,

but it looks like I'll be

taking over another platoon.

I probably won't be seeing

much of you guys.

I just wanted to say, well,

so long.

He gonna make

good platoon leader.

Yeah, while he lasts.

He's welcome to them bars.

Sam, look at those buildings.

Seventeenth century.

I'm looking at that bakery.

Go ahead, Tommy.

I'll keep an eye on the pig.

Stick close to the train,

you guys.

I'm tired of rounding up

stragglers.

Bakatare.

What'd he say?

Oh, that's Japanese

for... For "thank you."

They're very polite.

The eyes of Texas

Are upon you

All the livelong day

The eyes of Texas

Are upon you

You cannot get away

Do not think you can

Escape them

I tried so early in the morn

The eyes of Texas

Are upon you...

Pardon me. Pardon me.

Pardon me!

Hello, baby.

When did you learn that song?

When?

That's right.

When did you learn it?

Learn what?

The... The song. Song.

The eyes of Texas

Are upon you...

All the livelong day

No, no, no.

When you learn song?

Ah, last week.

Soldiers.

Thirty-sixth Division?

I think so.

Big T.

Are they still here?

No. Parti. Yesterday.

Au revoir.

Well, well.

The ambassador from Texas.

Good afternoon, sir.

You know, lieutenant, I had you

down as a determined man,

but I didn't think you had

enough drag

to get the whole darned outfit

transferred to the 36th.

Transferred?

That's right, lieutenant.

We've been attached

to the 36th Division.

I guess that makes us

honorary Texans.

Well, fan my brow.

Keep an eye out

for cattle-rustlers, partner.

Well, what do you know

about that?

I thought you'd be pleased,

lieutenant.

This is the man we've been

looking for, major.

One of the new combat

commissions to replace him.

Well, there's one

in his platoon, sir. Ohhara.

Good. He can take over.

Take over my platoon, sir?

We've had a request

for a liaison officer

to work out of

36th headquarters.

Someone who can get along

with them

and knows the 442 thoroughly.

But, sir, I've always been

on the line.

Do you think I have

the qualifications

for a headquarter's job?

I think you'll make good.

When a man wants anything

as badly as you've wanted this.

But sir, I don't want this.

Remember, I told you

I just wanted to visit them.

I've got a lot of friends

in the 36th.

None of them at headquarters,

I take it.

I couldn't arrange to have you

sent back to your platoon.

Colonel Pence...

Your orders will be issued

immediately.

All aboard!

Texas special!

Dallas, Forth Worth, Galveston,

Houston and all points south.

Yeah, man!

Ya-hoo!

Arrivederci.

- Oh, no, old boy.

- So long.

So long, Mademoiselle.

Don't forget to write.

How do you like

that Texas artillery, strangers?

Stranger?

Man, I'm from Texas myself.

Well, pull up a chair

and have a mint julep.

That's mighty neighborly,

friend,

but we're heading back

towards town.

Another posse's

gonna spell us for a bit.

Tommy's sure anxious

to get back to that town

where he left Paisan.

Ain't love wonderful?

Howdy, stranger.

Aloha.

There's only one thing I don't

like about these buddhaheads.

They don't dig 'em long enough.

Hello, my friend.

He's here, the little Paisan.

He's here.

Paisan.

Hello, Paisan.

You looking good, boy.

You're looking wonderful,

Paisan.

Come on, Paisan.

You're beautiful, Paisan.

Nice pig.

He miss you much.

I miss him too.

Oh, thanks for taking care

of him.

Thanks a lot.

Thank you.

Y-you are very kind.

What's the matter?

You don't smoke?

Yes, I smoke.

I was hoping maybe something

to eat for the children.

Chocolate, crackers, anything.

They have so little,

so little to eat.

I don't have anything to eat.

Trade the cigarettes.

Two packs.

You can get a couple of chickens

for that.

Not here.

No chickens left. Nothing.

All right.

I'll come back later.

I hate to ask.

It won't be much.

All we get is K rations.

It will be a feast for them.

I wish I could get

something better.

Well, uh, see you later.

Goodbye, my friend.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

How wonderful for the children.

Kanakas.

The ones from Hawaii.

Let's stop a minute, huh?

I won't be long.

Throw those bums out.

Yeah!

Go on, get up there.

No, they're doing fine.

Come on.

Hula-hula, Kaz.

Kaz.

Hey.

Whoa!

Would you like some wine?

Ah, merci. Merci.

These men, the little ones,

they are really Japanese?

Hey, shorty, she wants to know

if you're Japanese.

I guess we can

let her in on it, huh?

They're our new secret weapon.

Twilight fighters.

Twilight fighters?

Yeah. The Army gives them shots

to make them turn yellow, see.

They send them out

in the evening,

just as the sun's going down.

The enemy can't see 'em

in that light. Get the idea?

That guy's been

looking for trouble all night.

If he makes one more crack,

I'll...

Tommy! How are you?

Lieutenant Grayson!

How's the leg?

Fit like a fiddle.

- Hiya, fellas.

- Howdy, Grayson.

Who's your friend,

the one with all the stripes?

They don't care who they make

platoon sergeant anymore.

How about having a refill?

Thanks, Frank.

I wanna say hello

to my old platoon sergeant.

I trained under him.

Be right back.

Culley!

Grayson!

How are you?

Lieutenant Grayson.

Yeah, how about that?

How about a drink?

Great. Great.

Come on, there's room down here.

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