Wing and a Prayer Page #5
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- 1944
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Shut up.
Everybody all right?
Pilot to...
11 o'clock!
Cri-ola.
Ya-hoo!
Shut up, will you...
11 o'clock!
They're
rolling under.
I got it.
Key-ristmas!
How many are there?
Smack 'em down!
Let 'em
come around!
All right, all right.
Swing us around.
Got him! Got him!
11 o'clock!
Ed! Ed!
[Gunfire]
They got Ed.
No, I'm all right.
Ed, is that you?
Yeah.
They got Hank.
Gosh, there they go.
There's one chute.
Two to go.
He's rolling over.
Come on, guys.
Get out of there.
Bail out of there.
Why don't they
get out?
Leepers,
he's really spinning.
Come on, you guys.
Get out. Get out!
There's one more out...
2 o'clock!
They're coming in!
They're coming
under you, Ben.
Hold your hats.
I'm coming.
Take 'em, Bill,
take 'em!
Look out!
5 o'clock!
I'm coming up from 5!
[Gunfire]
How's our sweetheart,
Mr. Holloway?
Spurting oil
like her heart's busted.
Close the intercom.
Watch out.
Zero on your tail.
Blue plate special
coming up.
Get him! Get him!
[Gunfire]
Sink, you...
[Explosion]
Goodbye, him.
Nice work.
Square in the belly.
[Gunfire]
Pilot to Radioman,
are you all right?
Mike, are you
all right?
Mr. Jacobson.
Better bail out,
Tommy.
We haven't much time.
Were you hit, Mike?
Shut off your intercom,
lacobson.
I can't.
My equipment's shot up.
Mike, are you O. K?
It's my leg, sir.
Can you move them?
Mike, can you
move your legs?
Uh-uh.
We're burning
back here.
You'd better
bail out, sir.
I haven't got
the altitude, Mike.
We'll take this ride
together.
Lacobson, join up.
Do you hear me, Hans?
Loin up, I tell you.
Enemy planes approaching.
Enemy planes approaching.
Hard left!
Hard left!
Hard right rudder!
[Bomb Whistling]
The bomb that hit aft
damaged
the hydraulic lines
that control
the landing gear.
How long to repair?
Hard to say, sir.
The returning planes
will be low on gas.
I want that gear operating
by the time they're in sight.
I want a report
on damage
and our maximum
possible speed.
The engine room reports
we can only make 20 knots.
We'll need 25 knots
to land our planes.
Report that
below.
Aye, aye, sir.
Call out the after-damage
control party.
20 men from the V-3 division.
Clear that damage.
Hurry it up!
The flight deck offcer reports
it's impossible to repair
the after-flight deck
in less than 45 minutes.
You got just 20 minutes
When the planes return,
they'll have a deck
to land on.
enemy submarine
on the sound
detector.
We got a plane left
to launch?
One, sir.
Just repaired.
Launch her.
Launch catapult bomber.
Launch catapult bomber.
Launch catapult bomber.
Launch catapult bomber.
Rapid gunners,
hold your fre.
Catapult plane
being launched.
We're going
to be hit.
Who was flying
that plane?
Ensign Cunningham, sir.
That the one
they call Cookie?
Yes, sir.
Sir, Torpedo Five
Prepare to land planes.
Prepare to land planes.
Code this
to the other carriers...
As soon as
planes have landed,
changing course
60 degrees southeast
for cover of rain squall
till repairs are completed.
Aye, aye, sir.
[Playing Reveille]
Red, this is Molton.
What now?
Radar picked up disturbances
at 85 miles,
altitude 5,000 feet,
but they've settled down
to a single object.
We can hear it now.
Sounds like a TBF.
You hear that, Molton?
Could be a TBF.
Any of yours
straggling?
Wait a minute.
Oscar was just passing
over the cargo
when she blew up.
Maybe...
Scott is the only one
not accounted for.
Thanks, Red.
Mr. Scott?
You fgure the carrier
ducked under that soup?
Maybe.
They weren't
at the rendezvous.
Keep your chin up.
I'm not afraid of anything anymore,
Mr. Scott.
Today's my birthday.
How old are you
today, B. G?
17, sir.
You hear that Benny?
Hey, Benny.
I'll get him down.
Mr. Scott,
couldn't we break radio silence
long enough
to get a fx?
Nobody would like that
better than I would, B.G.
No dice.
Brother, how I could use
a spotlight now.
That's Ensign Scott, sir.
He doesn't know
our new course.
Couldn't we break
radio silence?
You don't have to give him
Just say,
Ceiling, 50 feet.
Come on down."
If you think theJaps
have a radar fx on him,
let me go up.
I can lead him down.
That's as useful to the enemy
We can't risk
this carrier.
What about that kid...
That's enough, Molton.
Check
your casualty list
and reform
your squadron.
Yes, sir.
[Engine Faltering]
[Plane Diving]
[Crash]
First it was Gus,
then Brainard,
then Chuck,
and then Hans.
But at least he had
a fghting chance.
But not Oscar.
He didn't have a chance.
Up there,
going back and forth,
and nobody made an effort
to help him down.
Do you know
what these are?
They're casualty lists.
They're obituaries of
a long list of friends of mine.
Yes, friends.
If I seemed too tough
on the boys,
it was because I was
responsible for them.
I didn't want to lose them
any more than I wanted to
lose those boys up there.
You think I wanted
to let Scott fly
until he dove
into the sea?
You think I want to dream
about them on a raft
I'm an air offcer.
There are things I can do
and things I can't do.
and I can order more men
into the air
to become new casualties.
I can refuse to endanger
the lives of 3,000 men
in order to save the lives
of three men.
I do those things
because they're my job,
and I've got to do them.
But to be accused
of refusing
to save those men
because I didn't
want to save them...
[Ringing]
Torpedo Ready Room.
Molton speaking.
It's for you, sir.
Yes.
Very good.
Scott and his crew.
His radioman was lost,
but he and his gunner
are O.K.
They got him!
He's back in!
How about that?
He's back in the ballgame.
Thanks, Ed.
Period.
Secure.
How about that?
Commander Harper.
Orders for tomorrow...
14 TBFs,
19 SB2Cs...
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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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