Stand by for Action Page #8

"Explain one hour delay

in keeping rendezvous."

Signal answer, regret delay due

to misinterpretation of orders.

Aye aye, sir.

Warren reports delay due to

misinterpretation of orders.

Misinterpretation?

What kind of an answer is that?

Tell the Warren I want the

signal number of the officer

responsible for

misinterpretation of orders.

Aye aye, sir.

From the flagship, sir. "Report

immediately signal number of the

officer responsible for

misinterpretation or orders."

Place my number, Martin.

Aye aye, sir.

After all, sir, I was to

blame for the delay...

Why didn't you hoist my number?

Isn't a question of blame,

Masterman.

The Admiral requested the signal

number of the officer responsible.

- That's right. - Aboard ship, the

captain's responsible for everything.

- Oh yes. - Good. For a moment I

thought it'd slipped your mind.

Warren answered your query with a

signal number of commanding officer,

- Lieutenant Commander Roberts.

- Uh huh.

Just what I expected

from Roberts. No alibis.

I could always tell a crack

officer by the cut of his jib.

And the grace to

go, Mr. Lindsay.

- Change standard speed to 15 knots.

- Aye aye, sir.

Attention. Baby Division.

You will lay aft to

the afterdeck house.

Sunbathing time for the babies.

Don't you forget,

you nursemaids,

we're in a convoy so keep those kids

out of sight as much as possible.

I'm a sailor man

doing what I can

Helping out with the plans of

your Uncle Samuel's Navy

And in any port

I'm a dead James Ford

And I'll jump at the chance

just to beat off the pants

Of the guy who says

that the Navy

And sailing, sailing

over the Seven Seas

Bringing freedom to you

And to me

As we sail along

We're a million strong

And we can't go wrong

'cause we're all in your

Uncle's Navy

Hey Jenks, are you sure baking

powder's all right to use?

Of course it is.

You use it on bread, don't ya?

Yeah, but these

are little babies.

So if it's OK for bread, it's

OK for babies! Spread it on.

Hey Jason, you'd better

take in that pair of pants

pull up some of that slack.

Hey, give 'em a shot out of that

bottom might stimulate 'em a little.

Do you feel better now, sir, now

that the Warren's in position?

Yes, yes, oh yes, sir. But do you see

what I see on the afterdeck house?

It appears to be a

false structure, sir.

Structure? Looks

to me like a pigpen.

They must be crazy

on the Warren.

First a pigpen, and now a pig.

Right before my eyes.

I can't quite make it out, sir,

but it doesn't look...

I know a pig when I see one.

Take a message to the Warren.

Explain presence of unauthorized

pigpen and pig running loose on deck.

- Aye aye, sir.

- I'd never have believed it

if I hadn't seen it

with my own eyes.

Baby Detail! Count your babies!

I got nine!

Hey, wait a minute!

Baby number nine in

division three is AWOL.

He was just there a minute ago.

Where'd that scamp go to anyway?

Signal from the flagship, sir.

"Explain presence of unauthorized

pigpen and pig running loose on deck."

Pig?

Jughead? Jughead...

Oh, there you are...

What do you mean

running away like that?

I must be crazy.

Not only do they have a pig, but

they've made a pet out of it.

Why, they're babies, sir.

Yes, yes, yes...

Well, it looked like a pig.

Dudley, Dudley! Correct

previous message to the Warren.

Substitute babies for pig

and baby-pen for pigpen.

Aye aye, sir.

Message from the Warren, sir.

From the Warren, sir.

"Have onboard 25 civilian

survivors of torpedoed vessel

proceeding from Honolulu

to San Francisco.

Rescued persons,

number two women,

twenty babies, and two seamen.

Report one of them..."

Two women,

20 children and two seamen.

- That's 24 survivors.

- The message continues, sir.

"Report, one of the rescued ladies gave

birth to a child after being taken aboard."

Oh...

"In absence of doctor, Carpenter's Mate

officiated. Request your concurrence."

That's the end of

the message, sir.

I'm surprised at Roberts.

Permitting such irregularity.

I should've been informed

of the entire affair.

It's completely

without precedence.

- Boy or girl?

- It doesn't say, sir.

It doesn't say?

What kind of a report is that?

Leaving out the most

important detail.

- I'll find out, sir.

- Yes.

- Another message from the Warren, sir.

- Yes, yes, yes.

It's a boy, sir.

Oh. It's a boy.

It's a boy. Well, well, well.

Signal the Warren.

- Well done, Warren.

- Aye aye, sir.

Now take it easy, Johnny.

- Better?

- Oh much better, sir.

- But still... - Hello

Johnson, how're you feeling?

Oh, I'm fit as a fiddle, sir.

Except for a little

buzzing in my head.

But nothing to keep a man

in his bunk for, sir.

I guess we're entitled

to a day off after what we did

to that Heinie U-Boat

yesterday.

Shot her right

through her belly.

I saw her number

when she blew up.

Take it easy, Johnson.

Hello Papa. How are all

the little children?

- Very funny.

- You look in on Johnson?

Yeah. He's cruising around in

the North Sea 25 years ago.

Still thinks

I'm his old skipper.

Mr. Masterman, sir!

I beg your pardon, sir,

but the other lady this time,

she's about to...

she's about to...

- About to what?

- About to have a baby, sir.

Well... Mr. Masterman?

United States Navy.

I'd give a month's pay to see Masterman

surrounded by all those babies.

- Masterman? - He's my ex-Junior

Aide, he's quite a fella.

Always made me feel a

little uncomfortable.

As if my neck tie weren't

on straight or something.

What's the matter with him, sir?

Nothing that a cruise, and the Warren,

and a bunch of babies won't cure.

Mr. Dudley to see you sir.

All right.

- Message from the Warren, sir.

- Yes, yes, yes.

"Second lady passenger

about to have child.

Request concurrence

and medical advice."

Now look here, Dudley,

this sort of thing must stop.

I am fighting a war,

not running a lying in hospital.

Aye, sir. Should I transmit

that to the Warren, sir?

Certainly not.

Well, Doctor, go on.

Say something.

- Say what?

- You heard the message.

The Warren wants medical advice.

Well, sir, off hand I... I don't

know exactly what to say.

Stone, are you or

are you not a doctor?

I am a Naval surgeon, sir.

Not a baby specialist.

Now if the woman had only broken her

neck, or something more in my line...

Stone, she's having a baby.

The Warren is waiting.

Well, a question like that

takes time to answer...

I'll have to refresh my mind.

Look it up!

What shall I tell

the Warren, sir?

Tell the Warren to

delay everything,

my senior surgeon

is reading a book.

Aye aye, sir.

- How is she?

- Not very good.

I'm pretty scared.

The other lady had a

pretty easy time but...

But Mrs. Collins,

this is her first child...

And she's been through a lot.

The torpedo,

and the bumping around,

the life boat and

it's all against her.

But she's got grit, sir.

You think it'd help any

if I spoke to her?

Might ease her mind, sir.

Oh...

I'm sorry to be so much

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