So Proudly We Hail! Page #5

No. You're lying. You do love me.

Yes. Well, say it then.

I love you.

Better get down to your stations.

What are the engines stopped for?

Run up to the Captain.

I'm sure he'd be delighted

to tell you over a scotch and soda.

Is it one of ours? Sounds like it.

It is. It's a PBY.

I guess Bataan can't

be so very far away.

We landed at Mariveles, a small,

snug harbor on Bataan Peninsula,

which the Navy used as

an emergency supply base.

Lieutenant Davidson? Yes, sir.

The CO wants to see you

immediately. Yes, sir.

This is Ling Chee.

How do you do? How do you do?

He's going to drive

you to your destination.

You leave right away, Mr.

Ling will take you to the CO.

Thank you.

It's good to be on land again.

Have you been in the

Army long, Mr. Ling?

No, I was editor of

the Chinese Advertiser

and I'm happy to say like Abu Ben Adhem,

my name led all the rest

on the Japanese blacklist.

Girls, this is Mr. Ling Chee

who's going to be with us

for the rest of the trip.

Now, each one find her own duffel bag.

Heap big war. Him near here, savvy?

I'm a Chinese,

Lieutenant, not an Indian.

The war is just beyond the mountains.

Sir, Lieutenant Davidson.

Colonel White.

I thought it might be

you when I saw the name.

My goodness, you've grown

into a beautiful woman.

Thank you.

Where was it? Shanghai.

I remember now. It was just

after you lost your dad.

Well, welcome to Bataan. Thank you, sir.

And you're in the Army, too?

Yes, and very happy. Happier

still that you're our CO.

I'm a terribly strict

disciplinarian, Janet.

Now these are your orders.

To proceed immediately to Limay,

our number one base hospital.

Now, here's Limay, this is

where you landed at Mariveles,

and over there is Corregidor,

and up there beyond Limay about

40 kilometers are the front lines.

Thank you, sir.

Pardon me, Colonel White, where

is the fourth medical unit?

The fourth unit? Let me see.

They were the first ones off they

disembarked early this afternoon.

They've gone. To what base, sir?

Base? They're based on the front lines.

They're probably there by now.

The technicians, too?

Well, there's nothing for

them to get technical with,

except maybe a stretcher.

Thank you, sir.

Hey, Joan!

Hi, Kansas.

Gosh, I've been looking

all over for you.

I just wanted to say so long.

Well, I'll be seeing you.

Kansas, are you scared, too?

You mean, you feel as if

you suddenly lost your belly?

Yeah. Me, too.

But that's just like in a football game.

You stand there waiting

for the whistle to blow,

and all of a sudden

your knees get like water

and you feel like throwing up.

Then, all of a sudden it toots.

Don't do that.

Then the first thing you know,

you're in there and

you're not scared anymore.

I hope so.

So long, Kansas, and don't get lost!

Who, me? How could I get lost?

Hey! Your gang went

in the other direction.

Well...

Thank you. Don't let

anything happen to you.

Who, me? How could

anything happen to me?

Look, don't say anything

else, except good-bye.

Good-bye.

Here's some gum. A little

farewell present for the girls.

Thank you. So long.

So long, girls. Good luck. Bye-bye.

You, too. See you later.

We arrived at Limay late that night.

It was a dusty little village where the

Army had established a small supply base.

But with the sudden change in plans,

the warehouses became hospitals

and headquarters for the nurses.

This was to be our home.

We were glad to be there,

and glad mostly at the thought

of a night's sleep on solid earth.

Hello. Are we glad to see you.

Well, the old homestead

hasn't changed a bit.

Easy, there. One at a time.

Captain McGregor? Yes?

Lieutenant Davidson reporting.

Well, you finally got here.

Hello, Ma. O'Doul, isn't it?

Yes, Fort Sam Houston. We used

to call her "Ma" at Fort Sam.

Her bite's much worse than her bark.

But I bark, too. Now, you

better all dive into your whites.

I'll get you some Gl tomorrow.

You can't wear whites here. The

nearest laundry is in Manila.

We need you right away.

Some of our girls have forgotten

what the word "sleep" means.

Chee, show them to nurses' quarters.

Now, get a move on, will

you? I'm glad you're here.

Thank you.

Captain? Yes?

Do you have any Japanese

wounded here? A few.

I'd like to handle them.

Do you know the language?

No, but I'm anxious to learn.

Well, I guess you can be accommodated.

I'll put you down for Ward 11.

Thank you, Captain. The name is D'Arcy.

And be careful of the foxholes.

Where are they? They're all over.

Well, can't you see them? No.

Well, then, how do you

know where they are?

If you fall in one, you'll know.

This is Ward 7. That's me.

Next to it is the children's

ward. That's for me.

See you later, kids. Good-bye.

And this is the surgery. Come

on, Rosemary, you go with me.

Good night, girls. Good night.

Over there is number three.

Number three? That's me.

Good night.

And this is Ward number 11.

This is where we keep the prisoners.

Why aren't the numbers in order?

We mix them up so as to

confuse the Japs and ourselves.

They certainly are confusing me.

I'm D'Arcy.

Patterson. I'm so glad you're here.

I'm sorry, but they all need their

dressings changed when you get around to it.

Run along. I'll take over. Thanks.

Night. Night.

Respiration all right here? Yes, Doctor.

Oh, here. It's just exhaustion.

The poor kid. Get her

to bed. We'll take over.

Where are your surgery masks?

Masks? We used them all up long ago.

You go on in. I'll have to scrub again.

I'm sorry. I can't understand you.

I'm sorry. I tore my glove. Help

me on with a new one, please.

I mean... I mean, hurry, please.

What is the case, Doctor? Cesarean.

Cesarean?

Oh, yes. You seem surprised.

I have a peacetime practice

as well as a wartime practice.

My name is Jose Bardia,

University of Philippines

and Johns Hopkins.

I'm Miss Larson.

Those are good hands for

surgery. We can use them here.

All right, Miss Larson.

You must forgive me if I

talk while I'm operating.

I'm so used to lecturing to my students.

Sponge.

Sometimes, I thank my stars

for my scientific education.

It makes me objective.

Broken bone, let's set it.

You know what to do. A baby to be born.

Breach delivery. Forceps.

Only three out of five live.

Live for what?

Don't people die fast enough

without destroying each other?

Is life too long?

Sponge.

No, we mustn't ask that.

That's not scientific.

I wonder how scientific those still

heaps out there on the battlefield feel.

Guns, machines, men, so much rubbish.

What was it in my student days?

Chemically, a man is worth

97 cents. Probably $1.05.

What, with the shortage

of parts and monopoly now,

the dead have risen in value.

Two for $1.98 on Dollar Day.

Doctor, the patient.

We've done all we can for her.

She will die soon of a bullet

wound she received two days ago.

When the baby started to come,

it was too much for her. Tie.

Now where were we in the lecture?

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