They Were Expendable Page #6

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Driver.

And you better get going.

Makes a fine pair of heels out of us.

Mr. Ryan and I have been

ordered out.

Good luck, sir.

Good luck to you, Jonesy.

That goes for you too.

Watch him.

I'd like to shake your hand.

That'll be a pleasure.

The book doesn't mean much out here,

so I'm going to say...

...so long, Brick.

You've been a swell guy.

So long, Irish.

So long, Rusty.

So long, you big mick.

Chief Boatswain's Mate Mulcahey.

Take over.

Right face!

Cross step. Follow me!

- Fourth Marines.

- Forty-one.

Thank you, sir.

- Lieutenant Strong.

- Thirty-nine.

Fine.

- Here you are.

- Thank you, sir.

Brickley, U.S.N.

Number 27.

Ryan, U.S.N.

Number 28.

I'm sorry. I don't know if

my name's on that list.

Morton. Major James Morton.

You're number 31, Major.

I get to go?

Each plane holds 30 men.

If two planes come,

you'll get to go.

31. Thank you.

Wish those kids would show up.

Ohio!

Hi, Rusty. How are you, fella?

When did you leave The Rock?

Four or five days ago, a week.

I don't know.

Remember Sandy, the little nurse

with the green eyes?

Sure. So will 11,000 other guys.

You know where she is?

No, I don't know where she'd be now.

She might be out in the hills...

...or a prisoner somewhere.

Swell dish.

I guess she meant more to you

than she did the rest of us.

I sure hope she's okay.

Last time I talked to her...

...was over the telephone on Bataan.

Voice sounded swell.

Clear...

...and brave...

...and far away.

Only one plane.

Where do you suppose Gardner

and Cross could have gotten to?

Quite a load, Captain.

- Hey, Smokey!

- Hey, Joe.

As I call your names,

kindly step into the plane.

Number one, Sergeant T.V. Smith.

Number two, Lieutenant A. C. James.

Attention!

Brickley.

When you see the General,

tell him the end here is near.

If he should ask you what we want...

...tell him a Navy task force...

...a tanker loaded with gasoline

and 100,000 men.

Give me that, and we can start

taking the islands back.

I know he probably hasn't got them,

but if he asks you, tell him.

Yes, sir. Have they

located Gardner and Cross?

No, they're still looking for them.

Number 27,

Lieutenant Brickley, Navy.

Number 28,

Lieutenant Ryan, Navy.

Number 29, Ensign Gardner.

Number 30, Ensign Cross.

Thirty-one, Major James Morton.

Here.

Number 32, Captain Carter.

Here.

That's all.

So long, Sergeant.

Major Morton and Captain Carter,

I'm sorry.

Your places are assigned

to these two men. I'm sorry.

- Sorry we're late, but we got strafed.

- We both lost our bikes.

- I'm sorry, sir.

- Not at all.

- Good luck, sailor.

- I hope you have a smooth trip home.

If you get through, would you

mail a note to my wife?

Of course.

Here's her phone number.

Call her long-distance.

Tell her you saw me

and that I still love her.

You bet I will.

Make no passes at her, sailor.

- Happy landings!

- Wait a minute.

You phone her.

I got business here.

You got business back

in the States. Gangway.

Who are you working for?

Yourself?

He said it, fella.

Thanks.

Not at all.

How many more planes are coming in?

None.

Look, son...

...we're going home to do a job.

And that job is to get ready

to come back.

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