Wing and a Prayer Page #3

and your lips

pressed close to mine."

- Wait a minute!

- Hey!

Hey, get a load of this,

fellas.

"Dear hunk of man,

I'm a hep chick

who thinks

you're a solid piece

of what it takes."

Potassium phosphate,

potassium nitrate,

magnesium sulfate,

and calcium nitrate.

O.K.

What are you going

to use these for?

Shh.

Tomatoes.

Tomatoes.

Tomatoes?

Yeah.

I'm glad you dropped in,

Mr. Cunningham.

I wanted to congratulate you

on your citation.

Thank you very much,

Commander.

[Whistling My Bonny

Lies Over The Ocean]

Sir,

the medical offcer says

I'm completely O.K. Again,

in every respect.

That's great.

You agree with the M. O?

Yes, sir. I'd like

reassignment to flight duty

as soon as possible.

All right, Cunningham.

As soon as possible.

Thank you, sir.

O.K.

Torpedo Squadron Five

returning from search, sir.

Mmm.

Nice kid,

that Cunningham.

Yes, sir.

#The stars at night #

#Are big and bright #

[Fires Four Times]

# Deep in the heart

ofTexas #

#The prairie sky #

# Is wide and high #

[Fires Four Times]

# Deep in the heart

ofTexas ##

What are you shooting at,

Mr. Scott?

Well, nothing.

I'm just testing my guns.

Oh.

All personnel,

clear the afterdeck

during bombing practice.

All personnel,

clear the afterdeck

during bombing practice.

200 yards

astern of the sled.

10 yards to starboard.

Foley,

watch that sled.

Hear this!

All flight deck personnel

form line aport ship.

Clear deck

of bomb fragments.

[Whistle]

Lieutenant Commander Molton,

report to Air Plot.

Lieutenant Commander Molton,

report to Air Plot.

Landing

against wave-offs,

blowing up the sled.

Are you trying to kill

half the men here?

I'll talk

with him, sir.

I want

that man grounded.

Take that whole squadron

in hand, or I will.

Is that clear?

Quite clear, sir.

That's all.

[Laughing]

Got a match, Paducah?

Oh, yeah.

You've gotten off to a bad start

on this carrier.

There was very little

excuse for you, Scott,

and none at all

for you today, Brainard.

Hitting that sled

wasn't just carelessness.

No, sir. I wanted to see

if I could hit something.

You will.

You're going

to hit the deck.

You're grounded.

Grounded, sir?

Report to

the squadron duty offcer

as his assistant

until further orders.

Yes, sir.

Secure.

[Whistle]

Attention, all hands.

Movies for tonight...

Alice Faye and Betty Grable

in Tin Pan Alley.

The way

this navy operates,

we'll be expected to take

one look at their gams and run.

Oh, uh, Cunningham,

I talked

to your commanding offcer.

You go up tomorrow.

Thank you, sir.

That's all.

Be sure the plants

get plenty of sun,

and keep

this excelsior moist.

The chemicals in the water

will do the rest.

In a few weeks we'll have

some nice, fresh tomatoes,

lettuce, celery,

onions.

Yes, sir.

Arnie Devlin

was flying my wing.

Arnie Devlin

was flying my wing.

He got the frst Zero.

The others dove past,

came up under my tail.

I got one. Then two more

came head on.

I couldn't escape them,

so I fred on them.

One exploded...

the other fell in flames.

Do they bust up

when they're hit?

They fall apart.

There's so much magnesium,

they just can't take it.

Here's where

you made the mistake.

This type of cruiser

has three stacks.

There's

a slight wrinkle,

very little

superstructure amidship.

It didn't show on the quarterdecks.

I see it now.

Look how widely-spaced they are.

Very little superstructure.

Have you noticed?

How about

a little acey-deucy?

Sure.

It goes through

this little gadget.

That's

the sound exciter.

Please.

We won't get anywhere this way.

Will we?

Go away.

Go away. Go.

Come on,

you boot camp fanatics.

We want to see

Betty Grable.

Uh-uh.

Is there

something wrong?

You're diving

at 15,000 feet...

angle, 45-degree,

air speed 380,

and you release a 1,000-pound bomb

at 2,000 feet.

I've got to fgure the effect

of gravity and air resistance.

Gravity's

got nothing to do

with the forward motion

of a projectile.

Say, you're right.

I've been right

for 35 years.

"Dearest lover boy,

how I wish

we could meet in person.

We could have

some swell times together."

What are you doing?

Come on, give me.

A welterweight.

I can train down,

can't I?

Beautiful.

Beautiful.

A doll.

There!

Let's see

the picture now.

Shall we?

Yeah,

let's see it.

Come on.

All right, all right.

Pipe down.

Whoopsie-daisy.

He's the sheik of Araby

His faithful wives

are we

But life

is such a ball...

[Whistling And Jeering]

The flm broke.

We can't help that, can we?

[Whistling And Jeering]

Go back

to boot camp!

Stand by

for emergency signal.

Stand by

for emergency signal.

Come on now, men.

Patience, patience!

I'm ready.

Aw, look at that.

It's upside down!

Notify the escort

we're changing course.

0-3-4 true.

Speed 22 knots.

Signal Bridge.

Send the following message...

Course 0-3-4 true.

Speed 22 knots.

[Chanting And Jeering]

You want to see this,

or don't you?

Yeah, go on!

All right.

[Bell Rings

And Reveille Plays]

All hands.

Man your battle stations.

[Bell Rings]

[Whistle]

All hands.

Man your battle stations.

All hands.

Man your battle stations.

I guess

this is it, sir.

This is it.

Torpedo Five

ready room.

Is that you, Brainard?

Yeah, Red.

All pilots present.

[Explosions]

Hey,

do you hear that?

[Explosions]

I heard it,

and I felt it, too.

[Explosions]

Our escort must be

dropping depth charges.

Hey, Red.

Give us the lowdown, will you?

Looks like

we've hit the jackpot.

We've picked up a submarine

and some night snoopers.

Submarines

and planes.

Must be a wholeJap

task force out there.

Why don't

they brief us?

Ready.

We're getting

the dope now.

Sir, message from Signal Bridge.

Escort reports submarine

no longer detected on sound screen.

C.V. To Escort.

Resume formation.

C.V. To Escort.

Resume formation.

They're turning around.

Aren't we going

to flight?

Are you kidding?

What kind of war

is this?

We can't shootJaps.

Now we're running away.

That's enough.

Good night.

Commander Harper.

Operations

for tomorrow.

Six TBFs

on intermediate patrol,

four hours.

Takeoff 0600.

Six SB2Cs.

150-mile search.

Takeoff 0600.

Speed up, flight 31.

[Siren]

Right full rudder.

Stop all engines.

Left full rudder!

Notify escort

to pick up survivors.

Continue launching planes.

Start

that second fugle line.

Tough break.

Too bad, Cook.

Ensign Cunningham

wanted in Air Plot.

Ensign Cunningham

wanted in Air Plot.

Probably Harper.

They get tougher.

What

was the matter?

Engine?

No, sir. Me.

I'm sorry

about the plane, sir.

That can't be helped,

but we won't take

any more chances.

For now, you'll serve better

at a shore base.

Sir, this may sound funny,

but I'm sure I'm O.K.

The shock of the crash

was just what I needed.

If you'll

give me one more...

We can't take any more chances.

That's all.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Scott.

Zeros at 5 o'clock.

Hold your fre.

Remember orders.

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