So Proudly We Hail! Page #6
- PASSED
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- 1943
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This little fellow we're about
to introduce to the world tonight.
What for him? I don't know.
about spirit somewhere.
Ninety-seven cents worth of
body, but a priceless spirit.
May he be born to live in freedom.
And then Superman, with one
hand, held the streamliner,
and with the other one,
tore down the bridge
and thus saved the
life of his sweetheart.
My translator.
She wants to know if Superman
is so good, why isn't he here?
She would.
Tell her he just landed with
the Marines. We call him Kansas.
Miss Davidson? Yes?
Here's your list. Thanks.
I've assigned your girls.
I'll see you in the morning.
D'Arcy with the Japanese
wounded! What is it?
Olivia.
Olivia.
It's all right. I couldn't do it.
I didn't have the guts to, I suppose.
I couldn't kill even a wounded rat.
There's no reason to worry.
I was just a little silly.
Don't you think it would
be better if I took over?
No, not at all. There's nothing
wrong here. Is there, Olivia?
No.
You don't want anyone
to relieve you now?
No.
Right. I'll see you later.
We soon found out how right
McGregor was about wearing whites.
The next day the quartermaster
gave us some men's coveralls
as well as their shoes and underwear.
It seemed as if no man in the Army
wore anything smaller than size 46.
Look at that, how big this is!
She's in trouble.
Pull. Want some help?
The next couple of
weeks were misleading,
as the pressure from the
enemy got to be routine to us
and the wounded kept pouring
in from the daily engagements.
But the most terrible thing was our
medical supplies were beginning to run low.
You got morphine?
And the same food over and over,
carabao meat, tea and a bit of rice.
Occasionally, we got a mule steak.
It was so stubborn it
stuck in your throat.
Most of us slept in GI
underwear, except Joan,
who had clung desperately
to her black silk nightgown.
Good morning, sunshine.
Good morning, Joan.
Hello. Hi.
You know, she's gonna
wear that black nightgown
right up to the Pearly Gates.
She says it keeps her
morale up, and it does.
You tired? I'm numb.
And do my feet hurt.
If I didn't see mine from time to
time, I wouldn't know I had them.
You know that little Filipino scout
with the abdomen wound's
gonna be all right.
Swell. You're doing a grand job, Livvie.
Who isn't?
Thanks, Davy.
For what?
I can't say it exactly.
But for what you did,
setting me straight, I mean.
You set yourself straight.
You were so right in letting
me fight it out for myself.
I guess if you work long enough
and hard enough, you do forget.
Almost.
No. No point.
At least I don't want to die
anymore. I have too much to do.
You never did, really.
Yes, I did. There didn't
seem to be anything left.
I think I know how you feel.
Worried about your lieutenant?
I haven't heard a thing
since we left the boat.
Out, everybody, out! Emergency!
Oh, no, you take a nap. I'll
call you later. Come on, girls.
Emergency, Joan. What's up?
of wounded. Come up to surgery.
Right.
I've got an emergency of my own.
There's no use, Colonel. I
can't take any more wounded.
I'm sure we have no more beds.
You've gotta do something, Ma.
I'll run over to the
jungle hospital tomorrow.
Maybe I can steal some there.
Hello, Colonel White. Hello, Joan.
How many empty beds have we?
We have none.
Schwartz, you better get over to
surgery. Yes, Captain McGregor.
Davidson, take over
in my office, will you?
Did I hear the name Davidson? Yes.
Janet, this is my son, Flight
Lieutenant Archie McGregor.
How do you do? Flying
with the infantry now.
How did that happen? We just
got caught with our planes down.
I've heard quite a lot
about you from John Summers.
John? Well, where is he?
In the mess hall. Thank you.
John! John!
Hiya, Davy.
Hello, darling.
Say, feels better without the whiskers.
You finished? Yes.
Did you get some sleep?
Best I've ever had.
You're a perfect sedative.
Well, let's call a taxi.
Where's the nearest nightclub?
No, you're going for a walk.
A walk I've taken so many times,
talking to you even
though you weren't there.
No taxis tonight.
Have you seen Miss Davidson?
Well, she finished her duty about
15 minutes ago and then said...
No, that wasn't her. We
haven't seen her at all.
If you see her, tell her I want
her to report to me immediately.
Yes, Ma.
This? It keeps up my morale.
This is it, the Bataan river.
You wouldn't even know
there's a war going on here.
That was the idea.
Darling, was it terrible up there?
It wasn't pretty.
We're so outnumbered. Sometimes
the Jap losses are 300 to one.
Still they kept pouring them in.
Their dive bombers are the worst.
Up and down every road
all day, all night.
Those Filipino scouts and our poor guys
sleeping on their
rifles and machine guns.
The bravest men I've ever even heard of.
They must be.
They don't give quarter
and they don't ask for any.
I can't figure it out.
Figure what?
Why they do it.
There's something other than
just fighting against the Japs.
These fellows aren't
a bit afraid to die.
That's our air raid signal. Come
on, there's a trench over there.
This is the only nice thing the
Japs have done so far in this war.
Oh, look.
You see, we have nothing but the best.
You know, sometimes I
thought you might forget me.
I tried to.
You did? What for?
Because you troubled me so much.
I'm sorry.
Everything that happens,
everything I do, you're part of.
I can't get you out of my mind.
Don't try.
I'm not going to anymore.
Here's the reconnaissance, I guess.
What are you looking
at me like that for?
I want to remember exactly how you look.
You know, sometimes, I couldn't
even remember the color of your eyes.
Your whole face was hazy.
That's when I look my best.
Thank God I had you to
think about out there.
I still don't think you should go back.
Hey, you know better than that.
I have a feeling that if you go
back, I'll never see you again.
Don't worry. Believe me, I'll
take care of myself for you.
Now promise you won't worry.
I promise. But I'll worry.
That's the all-clear.
Well, I guess we'd better get back.
Irma, what's up?
We've got orders to evacuate.
Are they that close?
I don't know. We've just been
told to clear out of here.
Captain McGregor, how close are they?
Where have you been?
I told you to report.
I wasn't able to get back.
But what I want to know...
Davidson, I discovered you went
out with Lieutenant Summers.
I'm warning you. If there's a
repetition of anything like this,
I shall order you to pack up and
recommend a dishonorable discharge.
As a girl whose people have
been in the Army all their lives,
you wouldn't want that to happen.
No, I wouldn't. Thank you, Captain.
Okay, then we'll forget
the whole incident.
Now, I've orders here
to evacuate the hospital.
We've got to be out by tonight
so we can destroy the base.
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