Men of Honor Page #4

- RedDiver?

- Yes, Master Chief.

God damn it, Rourke, I've had girlfriends

that could weld faster than that.

Now move him along.

- Come on, Isert. Now hang your patch.

- Yeah, okay, Rourke. I'm trying.

- Hey, Isert, you feel that?

- Do I feel what?

What the hell?

Topside, this wreck is moving!

She's limping, Chief!

We're sliding down!

Somebody tell me

what just happened?

- Top side!

- Get it! Grab that hose!

- Red Diver, what's your situation?

- The ship just dropped 50 feet.

- We landed on something.

- Better bring those boys home

till we figure this out.

- Square yourselves away.

You're coming home.

- Negative on the come home.

Isert's got his air hose tangled.

- My air hose is stuck!

- Fouled. Now get it unfouled.

Rourke, what's wrong?

Why are we movin'?

- We slipped partway

down the channel bank.

- Rourke!

- This wreck is live!

- You get this off!

- I'm gonna have to change out

his lifeline and air hose.

- Listen, Rourke.

He's your buddy.

You follow his line back,

unfoul it and get him out of there.

I'm trying, but it's just too tight.

Send down a line!

Help!

- I need help down here.

- Help's on the way.

- I'm ready, Master Chief.

- Dennis, undress him.

- You can't go down there.

- Better not be talking to me.

I won't haveyour familiar tone.

You can't dive that deep.

I'm ready. Let me go.

Master Chief, it looks

like the ship slid down...

on some discharge pipes

coming from that factory.

They give out, and this whole ship's

going right to the bottom.

You don't worry about

that boat.Just get that hose to Rourke.

For God's sake!

What the hell was that, cookie?

- Look!

The ship's weight is crushing

those pipes, Chief.

Gotta get him on a fresh hose

and out of here fast!

Topside, Blue Diver's here.

He's gota fresh line.

All right, lsert.

Rourke's gonna change you out, and

you're gonna be walking out of there.

- Okay.

- That boy's got five minutes

of air if he don't panic.

You screw up the change out,

and that boy's dead, read me?

- Yes, Master Chief.

- Isert, we're not gonna be able

to talk for a few minutes.

I want you to think of your favorite

song, and I want you tosing it.

- I don't know any songs.

- You got to slow your respiration.

Breathe easy.

- Just breathe easy.

- Please. I wasn't made for this.

I want to go home now!

I want to go home now!

Would you let me

come home now?

I want to quit!l want to quit!

I really want to quit!

- I want to quit!

- Change him out now!

- She's movin', Chief!

- Come on, Rourke! I got him!

Topside, Isert's off air.

- What's going on down there?

- She's gonna roll over!

I 'spect so. You stay down there,

and you change that boy out, hear me?

- Rourke!

- I'm out of here!

I gotta get out of here!

She's going down!

- Rourke, come back here!

- Rourke!

- Rourke, get back here!

- I ain't dying!

- Rourke!

- I'm out of here.

Don't leave!

Carl, don't leave me!

I need my air hose!

I can't breathe, Carl!

I'm getting dizzy!

I can't breathe.

- Topside, he's blacking out!

- Goddamn it, hook him up!

I got it!

- We're coming home, Chief.

- Never doubted it.

Machinist Mate First Class Rourke,

front and center!

"The president of the

United States of America...

takes great pleasure inpresenting

the Navy and Marine Corps

Medal of Heroism...

to Machinist Mate First Class

Dylan Rourke,

whereby Petty Officer Rourke

on the 22nd of September...

of the year 1952,

with apparent disregard

for his own life,

did, at Bayonne, New Jersey,

save the life of

Petty Officer Timothy Douglas Isert."

Post.

Class 0252 dismissed.

- Carl?

- Hey, I got your telegram.

No, no, no. I got the wire.

How's Daddy doing?

Is he up and around again?

Yeah! Yeah!

Hello? Carl? Is that you?

Hey,Jo.

Hey, it's me.

Where are you?

Are you okay?

No, I'm okay. I'm okay.

Uh, listen, uh,

c-could you meet me?

- Goddamn it!

- Okay. I'll stay here.

Damn it! The miserable son of a b*tch

in there drinkin' on my anniversary!

You're the one, aren'tyou?

Well, I'm Gwen... Sunday.

Sorry to hear that.

You know he's gonna

kick you out of the Navy.

He's gonna kick you out

of diving.

So what

you gonna do about it?

You just gonna let him run you over,

just like you do everyone else?

You know, he's in there

right now.

He wanted a party,

let's give him one.

- She told me...

it was okay

to dance with a girl.

Oh, llove this song!

Donny, be a dear lad

and get us two scotches.

- We're out.

- Lucky for us, you got

a whole bar full of bourbon.

What the hell are you doing,

bringin' him in here?

- Get out.

- Well, I'll be goddamned.

It's prom night

here at the Moor Bar.

You boys, you have

a drink on me. Go ahead.

Hell, I don't know

who classes up the joint more--

the fetching young lady

in the fur stole or cookie here.

So what'd you two kids come here

to do anyway? Dance?

Why not take a turn?

It's a free country, mostly.

You made a big mistake,

walking in here, cookie.

- Oh, it's my fault.

- It's all your fault.

Spoiled little rich girl gets her kicks

draggin' stray men in here.

Thinks we're just

a bunch of sweaty rednecks

she can shake up for the fun of it.

Hey, Donny, bea dearlad

and bring the lady a fresh soldier.

Think you deserve a beer,

don't you?

Fraternizing among Navy men.

Think you're

as good as they are?

How 'bout me, cookie?

You better than me?

- You're damn right, I am.

- Mm-hmm.

You see this pipe?

General MacArthur himself

smoked this pipe.

I served with him

in Leyte Gulf.

Biggest naval battle

in history.

Kamikaze ripped into this escort

carrier, name of Saint Lo.

She went down on a shallow reef,

trapping me and six boys

in the fire room.

- Only one way out.

- Flood the compartment and swim up.

Five decks, cookie.

Five f***in' decks.

Locked bulk heads,

dead bodies everywhere.

You got to have your balls

screwed on tight for that swim.

We still had intercom. Old MacArthur

himself came over that squawk box,

"Sunday,

you cocky son of a b*tch,

I bet you can't hold your breath for

four minutes and swim out of there."

Know what I said back?

" No, Mac, I can't, but

I'll bet you your cob pipe...

I can hold it for five, 'cause that's

what it's gonna take, motherf***er."

- C-C-C-Carl, this ain't worth--

- Get your hands off me.

There's six men still breathin' today,

'cause I led 'em out of that fire room.

And now just 'cause you pulled little

Isert's white little f***in' ass...

out of some row boat

sunk in a mud puddle,

you think you're better than me?

Well, let's just see.

What's your bet, cookie?

- Put Snowhill back in diving.

- What do you owe him?

- Nothing. You owe him.

- Oh, yeah?

Fine. If I win, you ship out,

tonight. Deal?

Deal.

Show him, Master Chief!

Will you be my tender?

- Yeah.

- Let's go.

Come on, baby!

Let's go, baby!

Come on, now.

Come on, Sunday!

- Go!

- Come on, Master ChiefSunday!

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