Since You Went Away Page #16

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What's more,

you'd run for your life.

But first you'd wring my neck

as I'd expect you to.

That's right, and what

would be the fun in that?

I'd never be able to break

my heart over you anymore.

Tony, never grow up.

Never, never.

Or I'd lose something

very dear to me.

Something very dear

to all of us.

All right, but I'm going to sound

awful silly someday

making verbal passes at you

when we're both in wheelchairs.

I'm looking forward to that.

Now wipe the milk

off your silly face

and tell me in your usual accurate

fashion how you became a hero.

Well, I'll tell you.

I suddenly thought it was

kind of damp on deck.

I looked down and seemed to be

standing in a swimming pool...

- Well, good-bye, Jane.

- Good-bye?

I've signed on again

and I'll be shipping any day now.

- You must be glad.

- Yes, I am.

Jane, you've been wonderful to me.

May I write to you?

I wish you would.

Okay! You started it!

Merry Christmas!

I still contend

that if there had been

one lone, single, solitary grain

of intelligence on our entire team...

- Colonel, stop right where you are.

- What's the matter?

And stop blushing.

It's an old custom.

As I recall the custom,

Mrs. Hilton,

the ceremony isn't complete

until everyone has participated.

Thank you, Anne.

I haven't had an experience

like this in 45 years.

Well, Merry Christmas

to you all.

- Merry Christmas.

- Merry Christmas, Colonel.

Come on, Soda.

Coming up, Mother?

Not for a little while.

I have a few things to do.

Good night.

- Good night, darling.

- Good night, Mother.

- Merry Christmas, Mother.

- Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas, darlings.

What are those, Fidelia?

Mr. Hilton done sent these

to me a long time ago

and told me to put them

under the Christmas tree

just like we've always done.

Now, now, no tears, Fidelia.

There's nothing to cry about.

I can't help it.

He sent me something, too.

Mr. Hilton never forgot me,

even when he was fighting them devils.

He'll be so happy to hear that

you're back on the old job again.

Yes, ma'am.

Miz Hilton,

can I confide something?

Yes, Fidelia.

Brig sent her daddy his gift

just like nothing happened.

Of course she did.

So did Jane.

So did I.

You all did that?

Miz Hilton, I guess I just ain't

on the right side of the Lord.

I just ain't had

the right kind of faith.

But I will have.

From now on, I'll be a true believer.

And now I'm wishing you

a good night, Miz Hilton.

Good night, Fidelia.

Hello?

Cable gram?

Yes, read it, please.

What was that?

No. Yes, yes.

Yes, mail it to me, please.

Yes, ma'am.

It's a cable!

Pop's safe!

Pop's safe! I just

got word he's coming home!

He's coming home!

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