Men of Honor

Thirty six

hours ago, an American B-52 bomber...

crashed into

the Mediterranean Sea.

Moments before impact,

the bomber's crew...

jettisoned a 50-megaton

nuclear warhead.

The bomb, capable of leveling

a major city, has been lost at sea.

Underway at this hour is the greatest

naval search in human history.

What do you think, Sunday?

It should be you out there.

Why not? I'm the best

goddamn diver in the whole U.S. Navy.

Well, you ain't in

the Navy. You are a damn deserter.

Well, you ain't in

the Navy. You are a damn deserter.

AWOL, AWOL.

Twenty years ago, a man'd go

on a bender like that,

they'd pin a medal on his chest

and take him down town for a blow job.

Instead, you got your ass

kicked by a couple of Marines.

- On little sleep and in freezing water.

- Ornery son of a b*tch.

-These unsung heroes of the deep

don unwieldy 250-pound suits.

-Friend of yours?

Well, it looks like Chief here

is a goddamn n*gger lover.

All right, a**hole. Now you're gonna

start addressing me as Master Chief...

or I'm gonna snap your goddamn

wrist, do you read me?

You ain't a Master Chief

no more.

You triflin' me, motherf***er?

You triflin' me, motherf***er?

- Sorry, Master Chief!

- Thank you!

- Plumbing the most hostile,

unforgiving environment...

- Carl.

- is all in a day's work.

And yet, even as Navy ships--

Come on, Carl.

Turn off Daddy's radio

and get ready for school.

Whoa,John.

Come on there.

Get a hold,John.

Get a hold,John.

Come on. Come on.

Get up there,Jane.

Come on. Come on.

Good girl.

Whoa,John.

Come here,Jane.

Come here.

Best come in now.

I told Doc Maddox I'd be done

by Friday, and I will.

- Daddy, you actin' like--

- This was my farm?

No, son. No matter how hard I work,

I ain't ever gonna own this land.

I heard you and Mama talkin'.

You gonna lose the farm

if this wheat ain't in on time.

Doc Maddox is gonna bring in another

family, where the kids work too.

Ho!

My kids go to school.

Now, go on 'fore you're late.

I'm not going to school, Daddy.

Not today.

Not till this field is done.

This field ain't ever

gonna be done.

Daddy.

Today is Friday.

Come on, Tye.

Come on,Jill. There you go.

Come on.

Good boy, good girl.

There you go.

There you go.

- Make me a promise.

- Sir?

Don't end up like me.

All right.

We best get movin'.

Rain comin' in.

We best get movin'.

Ready Jane,John.

Get up there! Come on!

Stay low,John.

Get the hoe,John.

- Get the hoe! Come on. Get up there!

- Get that hoe.

- Get the hoe,John.

- Yeah, get that hoe,Jane.

Get that hoe,Jane.

Ha! Get that hoe,Jane!

Gee,Jane!

Rah! Get up there!

Rah! Getup there!

Come on!

Get up there! Ha!

Get up there! Ha!

Ha! Getup there!

Come on, Carl.

You'll miss the bus.

Ho! Ho!

Let's go, son.

Your father's waitin'on us.

U.S. Navy's

a big opportunity for a young man.

U.S. Navy's

a big opportunity for a young man.

You got the hot showers.

You got the three squares a day.

- And unlike the Army--

- All about the Navy.

It's right here in this book.

And this is mine. I can keep this.

They're just giving it to me.

- No fox holes in the Navy.

I wish I knew what I was gonna be.

Knowing you,

it's gonna be something big.

It don't stop there.

He ain't said one word

since we met the recruiter.

He's just real scared

for you.

Coloreds now.

First uniform is paid for by Uncle Sam.

- I love you, Mama.

- I love you.

You'll be all right, son.

You got a $75 pay check

just waiting for you.

Recruiter say first leave

come in September.

I wouldn't believe everything

that recruiter says.

Put it away for a rainy day

or send it home to Mom and Pop.

I'll come back,

help mow the hay.

Don't.

Don't ever come back here.

You get in there

and fight, Carl.

Don't take promises.

Bust their old rules

if you have to.

And when it gets hard--

and it will--

don't quit on me.

Ever.

Now, go on.

Don't come back here.

Not for a long time.

Charge it when you get

where you're going.

"A.S.N.F."

What's that supposed to mean?

Mm, mm, mm.

Come on, boy.

You got a big future...

in the U.S. Navy.

A big future!

Look here. I advise the next time

you see this Navy recruiter,

tell him to take whatever

crystal ball he's lookin' through...

and shove it

directly up his ass.

I just got back from fightin'a war,

makin' the whole world

free for democracy.

They still got me standin' here,

slavin' over a hot grill next to you.

There's only three choices

a colored man's got in the U.S. Navy.

What's that, Chief? Be in'a cook?

- Officer's valet or gettin'

the f*** out ofthe Navy.

- Carl?

Big future.

- Big future, I'll be doggoned.

- It'll be all right.

That's it. That's it.

Ooh, hot, hot, hot.

Hell ain't got nothin'

on the South Pacific.

Damn!

Whoo!

Geronimo!

Hold that.

Carl, what the hell

areyou doing?

Reckon I'm gonna take a swim.

N*gger, you crazy. Tuesday is

colored swim call on this boat.

Well, I'm hot on Friday.

Carl, crackers see that nappy

they--

What are they gonna do,

make me wash more dishes?

Wait a minute now.

Someone's all confused.

Better get your ass

off this deck!

It is not Tuesday, son.

What the hell

are you doing, boy?

- You can't do that, boy!

- You're in some deep sh*t!

Wrong day, a**hole!

All right. Make way!

Captain wants your ass

back on the boat right now.

- He'll beat you!

- Go, Carl!

Keep goin'! Go, Carl!

Let's go, Carl!

Beat him by a mile!

- Whoo!

- Oh!

Okay.

You got anything

to say for yourself?

Your response is noted.

You ever hear of

the Search and Rescue swimmers?

- You know, sailor falls overboard,

these men --

- Dive in and save 'em. Yes.

You just became one.

I'm transferring you to their unit.

You're the fastest damn swimmer

on this ship,

and you have got the balls

to back it up.

Thank you, sir. I'll pack up

and report to the deck department--

You're just there to swim.

Nothing else.

Stay with the stewards.

Let him out.

Hey, Carl. You know, the only reason

your ass ain't in the brig...

is 'cause you high yellow, boy.

- Damn!

- Search and Rescue Squad.

Boy, you in good

with Captain Pullman now.

Put in a good word for me, they

might let me drive the boat.

"You're never

gonna believe it, but yesterday...

I made Seaman, which is Navy

for a glorified deck hand.

I'm still not sure what I'm gonna be,

but I'll make you proud of me yet.

Anyway, Dad, sounds like the mail

chopper's here, so I better get topside.

Give Mom a big hug for me.

Your loving son, Carl. "

- Good afternoon, Chief.

What the--

Mail chopper clipped

a radio mast!He's down!He's down!

Splash a diver, now!Men on

that chopper. I want 'em up alive.

Diver's coming up.

Bring it up.

Bring it up!

Come on! Faster! Pull him up!

Come on, Vince. Pull him up!

- Come on! Faster, faster!

- Brashear, get on that steadying line.

Keep it up!

Lay back into that! Keep it steady!

Keep it steady!

Keep it steady!

Bring him in!

Coming down!

Bring him down!

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