So Proudly We Hail! Page #7

The demolition squad will

be here in eight hours

so that's how much time we've got.

After the patients have been evacuated,

you'd better get the surgery out.

I'll take care of that.

What are you doing

here? Come on. Look out!

Joan, they were out in the street.

Stay here and take her.

Listen, I'm gonna beat your brains

out if you don't stay around here.

My sister had... I

don't care what she had.

You stay here. Now, mind.

Hey!

What's the matter with you?

Do you wanna kill us all?

I've got some passengers for you.

But I'm in a hurry. They're in

a hurry, too. Get in there fast.

Here you are. Now, you

take care of your sister.

Take them away, Stevie.

Is this Superman? He'd better be.

Go on! On your way, toots.

On your way!

We've been ordered to evacuate,

we've got to get the

surgery to Little Baguio.

We can't leave yet, there are

more cases I know I can save.

But we've been ordered.

I know but I must have

a little more time.

Just a minute.

All right,

we're ready.

Hey, kids, see you later.

Goodbye.

I think we'd better be

getting along, Lieutenant.

I guess this is about it.

We've heard some rifle fire

not so very far back.

The demolition squad

isn't even here.

Sounds like a Jap

patrol has infiltrated through.

Come on, girls, get in,

hurry up.

I forgot something.

I'll be right back.

No, Joan! Come back here.

You haven't time!

Let's get started.

She'll be back in a minute.

Joan!

- Joan!

- Come on, Joan! Hurry up!

We've gotta get going!

I'm coming.

Hurry up and get in.

Get in the house!

Come on! Hurry up!

Get him in! Close the

door and put the light out.

Davy, I'm sorry, Davy.

Never mind that now.

Get down low, all of you.

He's dead.

Do you think they'll miss us, do you

think they'll send someone for us?

- Of course they will.

- What are we gonna do?

We'll get out

of this somehow.

I know what I'm gonna do.

If somebody doesn't come,

we'd better all kill ourselves.

But why? Somebody's coming,

Davy said somebody's coming.

I was in Nanking. I saw what

happened to the women there.

Keep quiet.

When the Red Cross protested,

the Japanese called it,

"The privilege of serving His

Imperial Majesty's troops."

It's an honor,

an honor you die from.

Stop that nonsense,

do you hear?

I've seen them fight

over a woman like dogs.

Stop it!

Here's a grenade.

Maybe we could get them...

Here, give me that.

If we threw a grenade

and missed,

it would mean sure death for

all of us, we might kill one...

Stop talking about killing.

Now, look. I want you all to stay here.

I'm going out

to start that truck.

As soon as you hear

the motor running,

make a dash for it,

it's our only chance.

Now don't be frightened.

I'm gonna throw this grenade

in the opposite direction

to try to divert

their attention.

Don't go, Davy, don't go. Be quiet.

One, two, three, four.

Livvie! Livvie,

come back here!

Come here!

Livvie!

Olivia!

Goodbye, Davy.

Thanks for everything.

Get back in the surgery!

No, it's our only chance.

We can't get through.

It's one of us or all of us.

Throw it away!

It's too late.

Goodbye, Davy.

Oh, no! Olivia!

Olivia!

Livvie!

Out! Everybody, out! Hurry!

After a nerve-wracking trip

through the jungle,

we arrived at our new base,

the jungle hospital,

which was officially known as

"Hospital Kilometer 163,5".

But it was no hospital at all.

It was just jungle.

The beds were placed

under canvasses,

which kept the sun off

the more serious cases.

But it was so overcrowded

that many of the beds were

just placed out under the trees,

which at least kept them

hidden from the Jap planes.

Nineteen wards were

set up in this way.

Each ward had a capacity

of 200 or 300 patients,

and this was increased

until we had

between 5, 000

and 8, 000 of them.

Most of the patients began

to be not wounded,

but men coming down

with malaria and dysentery.

A little one-cylinder engine

provided the electricity

for the main operating room,

which was just a tent

and we sterilized our instruments

in three large garbage cans,

one with soapy water

and two with boiling water.

We kept washing and rewashing the

dressings after they'd been used.

In our flight from Limay,

Rosemary had received

a nasty gash on the forehead.

But under the healing hands

of Jose,

she escaped

with only a slight scar.

And as the weeks went by,

we were so busy we had no time

to think about

what happened to Olivia

and even Joan seemed to be convinced

eventually that it wasn't her fault.

We were among the first to use

powdered sulphanilamide on open wounds.

It worked wonders.

We called ourselves "the

battling orphans of Bataan.

"No father, no mother,

no Uncle Sam. "

As we wondered

where the reinforcements were.

But even so,

we continued to hope.

Some of us got malaria, too,

fevers of 104 and 105.

But there was

no time for coddling.

The soldiers were

the patients.

How are you, Irma?

I'm all right.

Here, take your quinine.

There isn't time.

Take time.

Come on.

Here, take some water.

Guess I'd better

take some, too.

I don't know which

is the worst.

Davy was in charge

of the jungle hospital

as McGregor had her

headquarters at Little Baguio,

which was another base

about four kilometers away.

She had thrown herself

into her work,

with John constantly

on her mind,

although one never

would have known it.

The only contact

between them

was a little monkey John had

sent one day by a wounded soldier.

He quickly became

the pet of the company.

We called him Tojo because

they looked so much alike.

Give me those.

Hey, did you hear the news?

Supplies and reinforcements.

There's a big convoy on the way.

Friends, I want you to meet

my own private little army.

These guys' names are Joe.

Me Joe, too. Me Joe, too. Hiya, Joe.

Incidentally, these babies are the

sweetest fighters you ever seen in action.

Me Joe, too. Him Joe,

too. Yeah, me Joe, too.

I been over to Cebu and I

got some mail for all of you.

Hey, look what I got

a Sears, Roebuck catalog!

This big box is

for you, Rosemary.

I bet it's a cake. Remember

the cake we had on the boat?

You're the only one

who remembers,

you're the only one

that ate it.

Okay, Joe, see if you can find

yourself some chow. Pronto.

Hello.

Hi.

You big bum!

You always say

what I expect.

Isn't that nice?

Yes.

Say, what are you

doing here anyway?

I got some mail for you.

Thanks, pal.

They're open.

I guess those censors

must've run out of glue.

Kansas, have you been

reading my mail?

Well, I had to read

myself to sleep, didn't I?

You don't want to deprive me

of my sleep, do you?

Anyway, I didn't

read all of them.

Very dull, most of them.

Very dull!

I'm terribly sorry.

Except this Dr. O'Leary. He's

rather a cute guy, ain't he?

He is.

He writes with that

real literary style.

What's he to you?

Well, since you read them,

dear, you ought to know.

If it's a cake,

I hope it's chocolate.

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