The Wings of Eagles Page #4

- Can see you anything?

- No.

- He's taken a dive.

- Hey.

What's the matter, Mr. Wead?

- Can't you ever win a fight?

- Carson.

- Yeah, Carson.

- Trying to keep my alive.

- That's right.

- You're doing it, thanks.

- You're welcome.

- Get him the hell out of here.

Ma'am, throw this under your belt.

Make a new man out of you.

Thanks.

- Who are you?

- Me? Oh, I'm the new corpsman, ma'am.

Assigned to take care of Mr. Wead.

Glad to cooperate with you.

And you just call up...

Hey, you're pretty.

- We'll see about this.

- Yeah, you do that.

- Carson.

- Yes, sir, Carson.

- Excuse me.

- Why?

Why? Because I'm your new nurse,

that's why.

I'm gonna see you through

this little trouble.

- Now, listen, do you know the fix you're in?

- No. Do you?

Yes. I figured it out all night,

and now I'm gonna brief you.

Well, go ahead, brief.

All right. Now, look,

this here is a spinal cord.

It's just like the main cable

on any three-phase circuit.

When you stunted down them stairs,

you busted five-sixths of it.

- Can it be spliced?

- What?

Can it be spliced?

Oh, these croakers will tell you

it can't be done...

...but I'm telling you it can.

You remember the manual said

I couldn't splice rudder cable?

One-sixth left.

That's right. That is gonna be enough.

We're gonna learn that one-sixth

to carry the load...

...all the way down

to these feeder circuits.

You know, these medics here never saw

no one wire on a bad magneto post.

That's true.

Doctor, you heard him.

He gives me a chance.

- I heard him.

- But you don't.

Well, we never give up hope.

We'll do the best we can.

- Carson, when were you busted back?

- Hey, Mr. Wead, he recognized me.

Do I have to have him around?

- Do you want him, Spig?

- No.

But I guess he'll have to do.

I've assigned Miss Crumley

to your case, Wead.

Fine woman. Fine nurse.

Anything we can do, Miss Crumley,

just give us a buzz.

This is Miss Crumley.

- How is he, Carson?

- What do you expect?

I can't get the guy to eat. Won't sleep.

He hasn't eaten a thing.

He hasn't touched the orange juice.

A piece of toast. Soup or something.

But he don't wanna touch nothing.

Min?

- Hi.

- Hi.

- The kids?

- Oh, they're fine.

- Do they know?

- Big one does.

Little one thinks

you just took off again.

Oh, she's worn the beads

around her neck.

- Is it raining?

- Yeah.

Those doctors,

did they tell you it was no-go?

Look, Spig, they haven't

given up hope, don't you.

Oh, it's got all twisted, Min.

It's stay broke and never move.

I won't let you believe that.

You always yelled that I moved around

too much, maybe you were right.

You know what else you said

that was right?

"Damn the martinis, full speed ahead."

Well, you be like that, Min.

You be on your own from now on.

Don't talk like that, Spig.

You'll... You'll be all right again.

No, don't pity me.

I never pitied anybody,

so I don't want any.

Sorry, Spig. You're right.

And don't pity yourself either.

Get out in the world.

Be alive. Take your turn. I took mine.

All right, Spig. Let's have it.

What are you trying to tell me?

We were just about through anyway, Min.

We'd lost it. It got away from us.

Whatever it was,

and we both remember...

...the good part, the fine time...

...let's not louse it up...

...and let it be something bad

and hopeless...

...just because we couldn't keep it.

- I'll bring the kids in to see you.

- No. I couldn't take it.

Will you tell me when?

I'll tell you when.

The big one, she's like me.

Don't let her get away with a thing.

And Pickle Puss...

...little old Pickle Puss, she's like...

Like you.

Love her hard.

She's lost without it.

So long, Spig.

So long, Min.

Good luck.

- Good morning.

- Is it still raining?

Rain in California?

Besides, don't knock the rain.

Rain makes the corn jump up. Cows eat

the corn, boom, you got porterhouse.

I went over to Tijuana,

got us some of that panther sweat.

- Medicinal panther sweat.

- Tequila.

Besides, if we didn't have any rain,

we wouldn't have any ocean.

No ocean, no Navy.

No Navy, no retired pay.

You and me would have to go to work.

You about ready to get started?

- Why not?

- Okay.

Now, that brain of yours

is like a generator.

We're gonna generate that power right

past that break in your spinal cord...

...all the way down here to these

feeder circuits they call nerves.

Now, we're gonna start

with this big left pinkie.

- You feel that?

- No.

Well, anyway, that's it.

Now, you start saying,

"I'm gonna move that toe."

Come on, mister, say it.

Move.

- Move, you little dead stump.

- No, say it nice. Say it nice.

Come on, say it, mister.

"I'm gonna move that toe," say it.

- I'm gonna move that toe.

- All right, say it again.

- I'm gonna move that toe.

- All right, louder.

- I'm gonna move that toe.

- Say it again.

- I'm gonna move that toe.

- Keep saying it.

- I'm gonna move that toe.

- Come on, believe it.

- I'm gonna move that toe.

- And again.

- I'm gonna move that toe.

- Louder, once more.

- I'm gonna move that toe.

- All right, knock it off. Take a little rest.

- Did anything happen?

- Well, not yet.

Let's put some oil in the crankcase.

Now, don't be impatient.

We got lots of time, Mr. Wead.

We're gonna... That's enough.

We're gonna stick right at this.

Start saying it again,

"I'm gonna move that toe."

- I'm gonna move that toe.

- Come on, loud.

- I'm gonna move that toe.

- All right, believe it.

- I'm gonna move that toe.

- Again.

- I'm gonna move that toe.

- Believe it.

- I'm gonna move that toe.

- Come on. Go.

- I'm gonna move that toe.

- Go ahead.

- I'm gonna move that toe.

- Good and loud, try it.

- I'm gonna move that toe.

- Come on, Mr. Wead.

- I'm gonna move that toe.

- That's it. Now you got it.

- I'm gonna move that toe.

- That's it. Go on.

- I'm gonna move that toe.

- Go again.

- I'm gonna move that toe.

- Once more.

Get that man's name.

Wait till you see what I got.

I kicked myself all the way back from

that joint for not thinking of this before.

Wait till you get a load of this, Mr. Wead.

We got this thing whipped.

Tell me now, what do you see in there?

- Dolores, room 8...

- No, no, no. Down here, down here.

- Can you see this?

- Yeah.

All right, take a look at this.

Do you see your big pinkie?

- Yes.

- All right, keep your eye on it.

Now, let's get started.

Come on, same old thing.

I'm gonna move that toe. Go ahead.

- I'm gonna move that toe.

- Right. Say it.

- I'm gonna move that toe.

- Come on, mean it.

- I'm gonna move that toe.

- That's right, now.

- I'm gonna move that toe.

- Go ahead.

- I'm gonna move that toe.

- Right.

- I'm gonna move that toe.

- Right.

- I'm gonna move that toe

- That's right

- I'm gonna move that toe

- One more chorus.

- I'm gonna move that toe, old boy

- Go, Mr. Wead.

- I'm gonna move that toe

- There you go.

- I'm gonna move that toe, old boy

- Go ahead.

- I'm gonna move that toe

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