So Proudly We Hail! Page #2

so cool and gray!

"Then lightly travels on its way"

Yes.

Well, come on, Joan.

Good-bye. Good-bye.

Good-bye.

Good-bye, dear.

Good-bye!

Good-bye!

Good-bye! Good-bye!

Thanks, pal. I don't know

whoever said the flesh was weak,

I find it very strong.

Say, you'll catch cold, leatherneck.

Who, me?

Never had a cold in my life.

We were to be stationed at Honolulu,

and although the boat was a slow one,

we enjoyed every minute of it.

It was hard to believe it was December,

what with the tropical sea,

blue water and flying fish.

Hiya.

How's your cold, leatherneck?

It's not a cold. It's just

a running nose. Running...

You better not take too much of

this tropical sun, you'll get burned.

Who, me? I never burn.

Best tan you ever seen.

Don't you ever get

tired of writing letters?

Uh-uh.

All doctors.

What's the date?

It's Sunday. We had chapel.

Sunday the what?

Sunday the seventh.

Thanks. I'll just head it, "Eighteen

shopping days until Christmas".

Maybe he'll take the hint.

Pearl Harbor.

Most of us didn't even know what

it was, let alone where it was.

So instead of landing at Hawaii,

we were ordered to join a

convoy somewhere in the Pacific.

None of us realized what

the whole thing meant.

Sweet Genevieve

The days may come, the days may go

But still the hands of memory weave

That blissful dream

Of long ago

I'll open for two. For three.

I'll see you. I'll stay.

I'll pass. Go ahead, bet.

Well, I would. You should see...

But you're not playing,

Elsie. Two, please.

I know it's not much of a convoy,

but somehow those other ships

make me feel more comfortable.

It would be awful to be out

here on the ocean all alone.

These will do.

I'll have three, please.

Do you think Pearl Harbor could

have been very much, Captain?

Well, there's no official word yet.

Still has to be proved that an

airplane can sink a battleship

for my dough.

We probably won't see

very much of the Jap fleet.

Is that Marine trying

to get your attention?

Hmm? Oh, him. He's just a

friend of mine from Kansas

who wants to show me his clippings.

He used to play football, I gathered.

Football? Who is he?

I really don't know.

Let's find out, shall we?

Hey, Kansas, come on in.

Hi.

This is Captain Saunders,

Captain Lawrence.

How do you do?

They thought they'd like to see

your scrapbook. Read it to us.

Here with them? Yes. Go ahead.

Yes, sir.

Read about your greatest

single personal exploit.

Oh, well...

What position did you play, Kansas?

Well, I sort of fooled around

at fullback. Used to play...

Carry on.

Yes, sir.

"One of the most thrilling

gridiron battles of the year,

"when a light, underestimated

Kansas team defeated Notre Dame..".

Notre Dame? I thought Kansas

played only high schools.

No, sir. They play colleges.

Go ahead. Yes, sir.

"Though at the end of the first half,

"Notre Dame held a comfortable

14-to-nothing margin..".

Very comfortable, I'd say.

Yeah. Margin...

"Nonetheless, in the second half,

"when the highly touted

'Weeping' Walachek,

"despite an injury,

was sent into the game,

"the Kansas Cyclones

scored three touchdowns

"in 10 minutes on runs of..".

Say, I remember that game!

That was a terrific upset.

Did you play on the team

with "Weeping" Walachek?

Well... He's me.

Well, why didn't you tell us who he was?

I still don't know who he was.

"Weeping" Walachek.

Yes, I know, but why "Weeping" Walachek?

Sort of a habit, I guess.

Everybody knew that

until he got good and mad

and started to cry, he couldn't play.

Then zowie! Touchdown.

Let me see that book.

"The last race..".

Come on, let's get on with the game.

Just a minute, Joan, I wanna...

Where's that Army game?

Right over here. I'll find it for you.

"Weeping" Walachek. What do you know?

The card game, hmm?

Just a minute, Joan, be

with you, just a minute.

Hey, here it is.

I remember that game. Boy, what a game!

Boy, did you wreck the Army.

Yeah, well, it was just after that game

that I sort of figured I

better join the Marines.

Cigarette, miss. Sorry.

What's the matter with me? Have

I got dandruff or something?

I really can't tell

out here in the dark.

That's not what I mean.

I know what you mean.

Look, why won't you ever let me see you?

Officers are not supposed to

fraternize with enlisted men.

I don't want to

fraternize. I just wanna see you.

And pass the time of day?

Well, it'd be better than nothing.

Sunburn.

Well, just stop your maneuvers

before you make contact

with the main body.

Don't you like me?

I like you.

That's just sort of, "So what," huh?

That's right.

Look, Lieutenant, if

it's something I've done,

or if I just plain annoy you, I'm sorry.

I won't bother you anymore.

Don't go. I'm just being childish.

I sure would like to meet one guy,

though, who doesn't make a pass.

Well, when you do, you

better begin to worry.

You're not so dumb.

I just talk dumb.

But why can't men and women be pals?

'Cause only men and men are pals.

All right. Come on. Get it over with.

That's... Better.

Incidentally, I'm warning you, Kansas.

I melt at a very low temperature.

Well, then, I'll try to be pals.

Okay and when you can't

stand it any longer,

from time to time I'll let you kiss me.

This one of those times?

Nope!

Okay, let me know.

Golly! What's that?

Subs, I guess.

We picked up a number of

survivors from the torpedoed ships

who were suffering from shock and

burns from the oil in the water.

They were pitifully few, but more

than we could accommodate in sick bay,

so we turned the salon

into a temporary hospital.

For a while we were so busy, it

kind of took our minds off the war.

One of the survivors, only slightly

burned, was a nurse from the other ship.

Her name was Olivia.

We tried to be friendly, but

she didn't want any part of us.

So we didn't want any part of her.

There you are, Olivia. I'm glad

it was no more serious than that.

Happy to see you up and about again.

Thank you.

Olivia, I'm glad to see

your bandage off. Let's see.

It's fine.

You're a very lucky girl. Lucky?

Why, yes. We didn't get many survivors.

That's one way of looking at it.

Why did that boat leave

after Pearl Harbor?

I realize we need supplies

in the Philippines, but...

I don't know, and I don't

ask a lot of questions.

I see.

Incidentally, your orders came

through. You're to join our unit.

Here are a couple of extra caps.

I've sent your new issue

to Room 10 on C-deck.

You'll bunk in with Miss Bacelli.

She's already mentioned it to me.

She doesn't want me to.

Oh.

All right, I'll talk to her.

Let me have your scissors, Bacelli.

Tony, what's this about Olivia?

I just don't want her around.

But why? What's the matter?

Oversupply of gall.

Her gall bladder needs draining.

What she needs is a

permanent anesthetic.

'Course, if it's an order,

she can come in with me.

Never mind, I'll get someone else.

Joan.

Joan, do you mind

Olivia bunking with you?

What did I do to get punished?

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes