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(John-Boy) 'Katey Ann.'

Katey Ann.

Must have been some nightmare.

You okay, Walton?

Fine.

Katey Ann, your girl?

Well, she must be pretty important.

You kept calling out for her in your sleep.

I don't know any Katey Ann.

Do any of you remember a girl named Katey Ann?

If you can't remember your old girlfriends

don't expect us to.

So, that name doesn't mean anything to you?

Doesn't ring a bell.

Sounds like a mystery.

* Carry Me Back *

* To Old Virginny *

* That's where the cotton, and the corn *

* and the tatters grow *

[intense music]

John-Boy, you alright?

[theme music]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[instrumental music]

(John-Boy narrating) There were many homecomings in my life.

'But the one I remember best followed a long spell'

'in the hospital during World War Two.'

'A visit home would be the final step in my recovery.'

'And I looked forward to comfort of those'

'familiar surroundings.'

'I never dreamed that I would bring the war with me.'

'And that it would haunt me even on Walton's mountain.'

Katey Ann.

Katey Ann.

Katey Ann.

Must have been some nightmare.

You okay, Walton?

Fine.

Katey Ann, your girl?

Well, she must be pretty important.

You kept calling out for her in your sleep.

I don't know any Katey Ann.

[intense music]

Now, just a smidgen to the right.

On, no, left, that's my right.

- Got it, Rose. - Jeffery!

I'm sorry.

You ought to be helping instead of getting in the way.

Check Jason and Jim-Bob see if they need a hand.

I did. They told me to check with you.

How come you're letting John-Boy have your room?

Because it was his room and we want him to find it as it is.

It'll be fun being roommates. I get lonely without Ben.

We can bore each other silly with baby stories.

The baby, I left her up in the girl's room.

- Jeffery, help Mary Ellen. - Do I have to?

You think you can handle? It's kinda of heavy.

- I'll try. - Okay, here we go. Easy.

Let's see if I can give you a hand.

John-Boy's old typewriter is in this trunk somewhere.

Maybe he won't want it anymore.

- No, he'll want it. - The war changes people.

There was this solider in this awful battle

and when he came home he had this limp

and this sad, faraway look in his eyes.

And he wouldn't talk about the war.

'Not ever.'

Until he met this beautiful, blind girl

and realized that other people had handicaps too.

- You saw the movie. - And I cried buckets.

Here is the typewriter. Put the lid down.

Ah.

It's jammed.

[chuckles]

Put everything back in the trunk.

Okay.

[instrumental music]

We gotta clear out two drawers for John-Boy.

That should be enough.

Oh, no, you don't.

Don't put it up there.

(Jim-Bob) 'Gangway.'

Here.

- Thanks, Erin. - Oh, thanks

- We're ready for John-Boy now. - No. Get off!

John-Boy wouldn't recognize the place if it's too neat.

- Yeah. - You're right.

[all screaming and shouting]

Hello.

Well, hello, ladies. Have you heard the good news?

John-Boy is coming home today.

Good news, Mr. Godsey. Good news, isn't it, sister?

I always knew one day he'd return.

I'm afraid he is only home for furlough.

He'll be here just a few days.

Sister, we must welcome John-Boy home.

We must do something special.

'An entertainment of some sort.'

It's been so long since we had a really grand affair.

'An autograph party.'

Every one could bring their copy of GI journal

and John-Boy could sign it for them.

That's a lovely idea.

We should go home immediately and start making plans.

Wasn't there something you were gonna do here?

Oh, yes, what, what was it, sister?

The package. We came to mail the package.

To Franklin Delano Roosevelt. The President, don't you know?

We thought he might enjoy some of papa's recipe.

So relaxing.

Ladies, it's against the law.

You can't ship, ah, recipe through mail. Huh.

Well, then we'll simply have to deliver it in person.

Well, I'll see if you have any mail.

We were expecting a reply from Mr. Churchill.

Well, let's see here then.

No. Nothing from Mr. Churchill.

But, oh, here's something for Mr. Godsey.

Oh, ah, doesn't this look official?

It certainly does. Wonder what it is?

"Greetings, from the President of the United States.

"Having submitted yourself to a local board

"composed of your neighbors

"for the purpose of determining your availability for training

"in service in the Armed Forces of United States.

"You're hereby notified that you have been selected

"to report for physical examination

"by an examining board of the Armed Forces.

"Upon final determination of your fitness

"for military service, you'll receive an order

to report for induction."

Corabeth, they are calling me up.

Whatever will we do without you?

I cannot believe that the war is going so badly

that Uncle Sam would point to Ike Godsey.

Oh, come on, there's lot of things I can do for my country.

Adolf Hitler must be trembling in his boots.

Now, Mr. Godsey if those draft people

give you any trouble, you just let us know.

'And sister and I will write a letter.'

To whom, sister?

Why, this time I'll go right to the top.

Eleanor Roosevelt.

[pleasant music]

- Bus is late. - Maybe it broke down.

Hope not. I have gotta be at the base in four hours.

I never thought I'd be nervous about seeing my own brother.

- I wouldn't know how to act. - I feel the same way.

He hasn't been home in for so long.

You've all seen him in the hospital.

It's not the same, daddy. Everything is different.

He won't even recognize the place.

(John) 'That's why it's important to make him feel comfortable.'

It should be a happy time for him. He went through a lot.

We are glad to have him back but I still feel strange.

When he gets off that bus it'll be like old times.

- The bus is here. - C'mon, everybody.

[pleasant music]

John, John. There he is.

[all cheering]

- Welcome home, fella. - John.

- Welcome home, son. - Thanks, daddy.

- Waited a long time for this. - Same here.

Want you to meet Cindy.

- Hi. - Hi.

You're lovely, just the way Ben described you.

Ben wanted to be here but he couldn't get leave.

- Where's my new niece? - She's home with Rose.

And John Curtis and Jeffery and Serena.

It feels strange. I don't know one of them.

They're looking forward to meeting you.

- Same here. - Well, let's get going.

Alright, let's go.

Alright, who's driving with me?

[pleasant music]

- Cousin Rose. - John-Boy.

Oh, mercy, you're handsome.

Oh, I'm forgetting myself.

This is my grand daughter, Serena and my grandson, Jeffery.

- How do you do? - Just fine, honey.

Jeffery.

Could you show us your purple heart?

There are young people around here again.

(John) 'Most of the time.'

C'mon, let's scoot in the house.

[cheering and shouting]

[pleasant music]

Everything's the same.

That's the way we wanted it to be for you.

You shouldn't have gone through this trouble.

It wasn't any trouble. It was fun.

Especially since you were gonna see it.

We've been waiting for this day for a long time.

Oh, my year book.

We brought it down from the attic when you were missing.

It was something to look at while we waited.

(Mary Ellen) 'A lot of letters came from your old friends.'

You could spend the rest of your furlough answering them.

- Yeah, probably will too. - No, you won't.

You're gonna be with us till we drive you crazy.

[chuckles]

Do you any of you remember a girl named, Katey Ann?

If you can't remember your old girl friends

don't expect us to.

So, that name doesn't mean anything to you?

Doesn't ring a bell.

Sounds like a mystery.

If you were playing Jessica girl spy, you'd have solved it.

Gave that up for boys.

I bet, you have lot of them chasing you.

What about Katey Ann? Is she chasing you?

[dramatic music]

John Curtis, do you talk yet?

Well, don't you sit there, say something. You can talk.

How about you, Virginia?

She gurgles pretty good sometimes for her grandpa.

(Erin) 'Those two can make quite a fuss if they want to.'

Well, I hate to disappoint you but it is way past her bedtime.

- Oh, John Curtis too. - Goodnight, honey.

- Mary Ellen, let me take him. - Oh, thank you, Rose.

Goodnight, Cindy.

- Goodnight. - Goodnight.

[knock on door]

- Oh. - Hi.

The little ones off into the arms of Morpheus.

Oh.

Corabeth.

Oh, you both look.. You look wonderful.

We are ageing well, ah?

- Speak for yourself Mr. Godsey. - Good to see you two.

Well, forgive us for intruding on your reunion like this.

But I simply could not rest until I saw

for myself that John-Boy was well again.

So, how are you gonna pass your free time?

Little fishing, a little riding and lot of taking it easy.

Well, I do hope you set aside sometime next week

for Miss Mamie and Miss Emily's autograph party.

Oh, I'm looking forward to seeing them.

(Corabeth) 'Well, perhaps we can persuade Jason for a selection.'

I'll ask him.

And, John, you as father of the honoree

you're presence is sine qua non.

I don't know what that means, but I'll be there.

(Godsey) 'Corabeth, it's time we better get home.'

We just arrived. I haven't had time to give him other news.

- There's lots of time for that. - Thanks for stopping by.

It's okay.

Oops! Almost forgot. This came a couple of days ago.

- I held it for you. - Thanks.

- Welcome home. - Thank you.

Goodbye.

It's marked urgent.

Bad news, son?

It's from Nan Bennett, Stewart's sister.

Your friend from Boatwright?

He and I knew each other in London again.

- She is coming to see me. - Any special reason?

Stew, was the co-pilot of the plane I was on.

He didn't make it back.

- He was killed? - I don't know.

He's listed as missing in action.

[dramatic music]

We were heading home over Belgium

when anti aircraft fire hit us.

Just ripped through the plane like it was made out of paper.

We started bumping crazily.

I made my way up to the cockpit.

Pilot was slumped over dead and Stewart was at the controls.

He said, we'd be okay. He said, we'd make it alright.

Only, we got hit again and...there was a pain

in my head and Stewart was shouting something

and we were going down and down.

- Then what happened? - I don't remember.

What am I gonna tell his sister?

- You must have blacked out. - How'd you get out?

I don't remember.

I've tried but there is a door shut to me.

I can't open it.

I feel, as I've lost a part of myself.

A very important part of me.

Elizabeth, I need the nail polish, I found the run.

You're putting nail polish on your stockings?

Yup, stops the run.

You got leave. Why didn't you call and tell me?

Because I wanted to keep it a surprise. Hello, everyone.

- How long have you got? - Few days.

John Curtis and I are gonna be moving into the girls room.

We're already packed in there like sardines.

- Want me to go back? - Don't you dare.

[both chuckle]

Maybe Serena should move in with Rose.

She snores. Don't tell that I told.

Serena, if you could put up with it just until Ben leaves

I'll let you borrow my powder blue sweater.

Okay, if Erin let's me borrow her crystal necklace.

- Serena, that's bribery. - Is it deal or not?

- Oh, it's a deal. - Got it.

[Ben laughs]

- Oh, slow down, Serena. - Sorry.

- Good morning, everybody. - Morning.

- Ben! - John-Boy.

Welcome home.

Welcome home, yourself.

[Ben laughs]

- Morning, Corabeth, Ike. - Hi, John.

- And how is our young warrior? - Oh, he is doing fine.

He'll be back on active duty before you know it.

- Yeah, along with me. - What do you mean?

Didn't you hear? They wanna draft me.

It appears Uncle Sam has tripped on his own red tape.

You mean, you've heard from Selective Service?

Yeah, I got the notice the other day. It's over here.

I didn't pay much mind to it with having heart attack

and at my age. Excuse me, honey.

I didn't figure I was exactly fighting material.

Well it's all so absurd. Well, I cannot delay.

I'm on my way to Baldwin's to discuss John-Boy's party.

Bye, honey.

(Corabeth) 'Bye, bye.'

That's official, isn't it?

Well, it sure is.

They made some kind of mistake. Better let them know about this.

Yeah.

I'm gonna go over to the draft board as soon as I can.

But you know, I was thinking.

Might be nice to be a soldier again.

You know, just, "Yes, sir. No, sir." No responsibility.

Just follow orders, you know.

Ike, you'd last about 15 minutes.

Yeah, I guess you're right.

(John-Boy thinking) So much around me seems unchanged.

The way the mountain looks at sun rise.

The whippoorwills calling to their mates at night.

And yet everything is strangely altered.

There is an emptiness here with Grandpa gone

and Grandma and Mama away.

[instrumental music]

Katey Ann.

- John-Boy. - Hi, daddy.

- Mind if I come in? - Please.

Still thinking about that name, huh?

I sure wish I could remember who she was.

It's a pretty name.

What are you doing? Working on a new novel?

No, I'm only trying to collect a few of my thoughts.

Everything seems so different to me.

Sure it does. Everything keeps changing.

Even after the war there's gonna be no turning the clock back.

What was it like for you when you came back from the war?

Some of it was real nice.

Your mama was here, waiting when I got back.

She had a little baby. That was you.

It felt good then?

That part felt good, yeah.

But some other things didn't feel so good.

My brother, Ben, had been killed in the war.

I didn't know where, somewhere in France.

I didn't even know if he had a grave or it was marked.

And after the armistice it was lot of celebrating

and bands, parades. I just wanted to forget.

All I want to do is remember.

I feel like I'm holding bits and pieces.

But the biggest piece is missing.

- The crash? - 'Yeah.'

I wanted to come home so much.

But part of me is always back there falling and falling.

It never stops. I never land.

Maybe, you're trying too hard, son.

After I'd been back from the war for a while

I started thinking about my brother, Ben.

'What happened to him? Where he was?'

I just couldn't stop thinking about it.

It got so it took up my whole life.

'Finally I knew I just had to set it aside'

'and go on living without knowing.'

Maybe that's what you gonna have to do.

Go on living without knowing.

I'm not ready to accept that.

Not yet.

[intense music]

[music continues]

John-Boy.

'Are you okay?'

Yeah, Jim-Bob, I..

It will take a little while to get used to being home, I guess.

- Wanna give me a hand? - Yeah.

(Godsey) Honestly, Mr. Truby.

'Do I look like infantry material?'

(Truby) 'Not exactly, no.'

Look, between rationing and reports

the government has got me fighting my own war

just to stay in business. And now this.

Mr. Godsey, you've gotta look at my position.

I've only been on this job a few days.

I'm still trying to figure out

what requisition form to use to get a name plate on my door.

Look, somebody has gotta get to the bottom of this.

(Truby) 'There does seem to have been a blunder.'

Look, I don't think the army even wants me.

They do and they will until we let them know that you are..

Over the hill.

Militarily speaking, yes.

Look, let me just.. Let me just find your file

and we will get to the bottom of this.

Here.

- 'Godsey.' - G-O.

GO, thank you. Godsey, Godsey.

These files have not been sorted

since they were brought over from the old draft board.

Your file seems to be missing.

But don't worry we'll find it. I think.

What do I do in the meantime?

You'll fill out these forms.

Look, why don't you make couple of phone calls

and then you can short cut those whole thing, uh?

The army is not particularly impressed by telephone calls.

They want everything in writing.

That will take weeks.

I advise you to have them at the induction centre

before the date scheduled for your physical.

Oh, which doesn't leave you much time.

I'm sorry.

You are sorry?

And I'm about to get drafted.

[instrumental music]

Has anybody seen John-Boy?

Oh, he and Jim-Bob left at dawn to go fishing.

Early bird catches the fish so to speak.

I just can't over how well John-Boy appears

to be after all he's been through.

Seems quieter to me.

That's because he's more grown up now.

Now when you talk to him looks like he's lost.

Soldiers get distracted because of their war experiences.

Maybe, he's thinking of the mystery woman.

- Oh, ho, first I've heard that. - Name is Katey Ann.

She might be a beautiful Belgian girl

who nursed him back to health after he was shot down.

Katey Ann doesn't sound like a Belgiumish sort of name.

If John-Boy's thinking about anybody, it's Nan Bennett.

- She's coming to see him today. - Oh.

(John-Boy) 'Miss Bennett.'

This is awkward, isn't it?

I thought it would be easy to drive over

and talk about Stewart.

Please, have a seat.

Thank you.

You knew, it wouldn't be easy.

Being a writer gives you a head start on being perceptive.

No, I wish it did.

May I get you some coffee or a cup of tea?

No, thank you. Just a little conversation.

You look like Stewart. It's the eyes and the eyebrows.

Stewart and I were very close.

I used to tag along everywhere.

He taught me how to ride a horse.

'How to hit a baseball.'

How to play poker.

I got so used to being his shadow that I thought

I was supposed to go along with him on his first date.

Came as quite a surprise when he didn't let me.

What about your parents?

They're taking his loss pretty hard.

I didn't tell them I was coming over today.

I didn't want to encourage any false hopes.

Do you remember his ever mentioning

a girl named Katey Ann?

Why?

It's just a name that I keep hearing

over and over in my head like a record stuck in a groove.

I think if she'd been part of Stewart's life

I would have known.

Yeah, I suppose I would too.

[John-Boy sighs]

What happened on the plane?

If I knew I would have written you a long time ago.

- But you were there. - I was wounded.

- And Stewart? - I don't remember.

But you must remember something. Tell me what you can.

Please.

We were heading home to England

when we were hit.

Most of the crew were injured or killed.

(John-boy) 'Stewart took the controls.'

'He said he was gonna land the plane in the ocean.'

The water was getting closer...and closer

closer..

[dramatic music]

Go on. What happened?

- I don't remember. - There must be more, think.

- No. - You headed for the water and?

That's all. I don't know anymore.

Nothing.

I'm sorry.

I wish I could be more help.

So, do I.

There's a good chance he survived the crash.

It's not knowing that's hard.

In his letters he never mentioned

the grim side of war.

Mostly he talked about the good times the two of you had.

Stewart and I used to drink beer together.

In London, there is this pub The Queens Garter.

They served a special kind of ale we'd never tried

and they refused to serve Americans

because they had such a small supply.

One night, Stewart borrowed an RAF uniform

put on a fake moustache and became the spitting image

of Ronald Colman.

We went back to The Queens Garter.

I ordered the regular ale and he ordered the special brew.

- And he got it? - On the house.

Because he was one of the few who'd done so much for so many.

He would get away with a stunt like that.

One sip and his moustache fell off and landed in the glass.

Serves him right.

Ahem.

Stewart sent me this. I thought you might like it.

(John-Boy) 'We dragged a nanny away from her pram to take this.'

Thank you.

- I'm glad we finally met. - Oh, I'm happy you came by.

I don't seem to have that stiff upper lip

that Stewart says the British go in for.

Thank you.

Nan. Stewart always talked about you as someone special.

I can see why.

Goodbye.

[instrumental music]

[pleasant music]

- Hello, Jeffery. - Hi.

Don't go.

I didn't mean to spy on you or anything.

Just that, I've never seen a writer before.

I'm only writing in my journal.

- 'What are you writing?' - Just notes.

What's it like being in the army?

I spent most of my time writing for Stars and Stripes.

- That's the army newspaper. - Has it got any funnies?

Sure, we've got.

The, the, Sad Sack and cartoons by Bill Mauldin.

Any Katzenjammer Kids?

Afraid not. Would you like me to send you a copy?

I guess, I shall stick with Charlottesville Progress.

It's got a lot of funnies. See ya.

[instrumental music]

Godsey, what on earth is keeping you up this hour?

It's all this government forms, Corabeth

and they're putting me to sleep.

Why do you even bother.

It's past the day you were supposed to report

and nothing's happened.

Yeah, I know.

Sometimes, I think, I just ought to let them draft me.

You know they got jobs for men like me.

Like what?

Like undercover work.

You? A spy?

Mr. Godsey, you wouldn't fool me for a minute.

That's because you know me.

But the enemy, they would think of me

as sort of, a mild mannered man.

Well, you are.

That's why I'd be good at it.

I could look for German spies and black marketeers

rationing violators. I could even report you.

Whatever for?

Yesterday, you gave two extra pounds of sugar

to the Baldwin ladies.

Mr. Godsey, those were for chocolate eclairs

for John-Boy's party.

But undercover agents only care about violations

not the reasons why.

Mr. Godsey, I do hope they draft you.

- Can I help? - No thanks.

Are you gonna paint it?

It depends on whether I like it or not.

Will it be able to fly?

Probably end up hanging on the wall with the rest of my models.

Why do you want to build an airplane if it can't fly?

I'm really busy right now.

If you want somebody to talk to talk to Elizabeth.

She can't help me.

- Something wrong? - I'm worried about the war.

Oh, we all are.

It's just that..

I don't know whether to join the army, like Jason

or go into the Air Corps like you

or be like Ben going to the Seabees.

[sighs]

Or to draw cartoons for Stars and Stripes.

They don't have anything like Katzenjammer Kids.

I wouldn't worry about it if I were you.

War will be over by the time you are old enough.

In school we're learning about this war

that lasted over a hundred years.

Well, that was years ago.

Before they had machine guns, airplanes, submarines.

War just don't last that long any more.

Really?

First World War was only four years long.

[sighs]

Who won?

I think you better study your history some.

[sighs]

Sure glad the war is gonna be over soon.

I didn't wanna get shot down.

[instrumental music]

Okay, Jeffery, now as soon as you finish this

Take Corabeth's duster and go straighten out

the pool room a little bit, huh?

Boy, you sure are making me earn those jawbreakers.

Jeffery, this is the American way.

I would have more fun at that dumb book signing party.

[chuckles]

[door opens]

- Good afternoon. - Oh, yes, sir. May I help you?

I'm agent Richard Bragdon, FBI.

I'm looking for Isaac A Godsey.

That's me.

Did Corabeth put you up to this?

[Ike laughs]

Oh, this is some kind of a joke.

Well, the FBI doesn't joke.

Here are my credentials.

I'd like to ask you a few questions, Mr. Godsey.

Yes, sir.

Fire away. I mean ask away.

Do you recently receive a notice from the Selective Service?

- I did. - 'Did you read it?'

Oh, yes, but it was a mistake.

And did you fail to report last Monday

for your physical examination?

Yes, but the reason I did was because I'd to fill these forms

and I had to do them in triplicate.

That's of no concern to me.

You have failed to respond to an order from your draft board.

'I'm gonna have to take you down to the induction centre.'

But it's a mistake. Do I look like fighting material?

The army works in strange ways, Mr. Godsey.

Well, okay, Jeffery, here are the keys

and you lock it up for me, huh?

And then go tell your Uncle John to come and rescue me.

Soon.

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

"As I left Tunisia to return to England

"I flew over the Mediterranean.

"I looked down at that sparkling stretch

"of blue sea and it seemed inconceivable that men

"could be fighting and dying along its shores

"and in it's water.

"And I thought of the countless battles

"that had taken place below.

"Men had been fighting there for thousands of year.

"And I wondered if the warring would ever end.

And if there would ever be peace."

[all applaud]

John-Boy, it means so much to hear

you reading from your own book.

Oh, I most whole heartedly agree.

Thank you.

(Corabeth) 'We should thank you.'

Your words have transported us half way around the world.

Have you decided what your next book will be?

I'm working on a few ideas but nothing definite yet.

Why don't you write about your experience

in that plane you were in over Belgium?

Oh, sister, I think John-Boy might prefer

not to be reminded of that painful memory.

Oh, yes, of course. Well.

Why don't we have our refreshments now?

And then John-Boy could autograph our books.

- I'll help you. - Sounds good to me.

Jason, would you favor us with some music?

- Sure, Miss. Mamie. - No war songs, please.

Any request, anybody. John-Boy?

You decide.

Ah.

[piano music]

Oh, that's always been a favorite of mine.

Specially now that I'm a Virginian.

[Robert Wightman singing " Carry Back to Old Virginny"]

* Carry me back to old Virginny *

* There's where the cotton and corn and taters grow *

* There's where the birds warble sweet *

* in the spring-time *

* There's where this old soldiers.. **

[intense music]

John-Boy? You alright?

I'm sorry.

I'll get the broom.

[music continues]

[door closes]

Jeffery, what's the matter?

Ike told me to come and get you. He's been arrested by the FBI.

- Oh, dear. - Come on, we'll find him.

I do hope they don't put him in the stockade.

Or in front of a firing squad.

Oh!

Corabeth, just calm down, he's not going to jail.

It's going to be alright. We'll get it straightened out.

Major, I'm telling you once again.

I was the Chairman of the local draft board.

- Ike Godsey is too old. - Don't forget the heart attack.

You've already told me about the heart attack twice, Mrs. Godsey.

Corporal, if you got an Ike Godsey out there

bring him in with his file.

(male corporal) 'But, Major Gordon, sir--'

You heard me, corporal. That's an order.

'Yes, sir.'

I appreciate your helping us straighten this out, Mr. Walton.

But since they consolidated the draft boards

things have really been snafu.

Snafu?

Is Mr. Godsey snafu, John? What does that mean?

Well, snafu, well, well.

It's an army term, isn't it. Why don't you explain it?

Yes, it is an army term.

It means, ah, situation normal all, ahem, fouled up.

- Yes, that's it. - Oh.

Oh, perhaps it does apply to Mr. Godsey.

[knock on the door]

Come in.

Here is Mr. Godsey's file, sir.

And here is Mr. Godsey.

He was in the middle of his physical.

Mr. Godsey, where are your clothes?

They took them, Corabeth, they took them all.

- What's that thing? - Oh, it's my personal affects.

Please sit down Mr. Godsey

and we'll see if we can straighten this out.

Oh, I certainly hope so. Thanks for coming over, John.

It's alright. I wouldn't have missed this for the world.

- This is not funny, John. - I know it's not, Corabeth.

Godsey Isaac Aloysius.

Aloysius?

Aloysius?

You registered for the draft on April 27, 1942

at the Walton's Mountain local board.

That's when I was Chairman of the Board.

We registered everybody under 65.

Did you receive a notice about four months ago

telling you that you have been reclassified to One A status.

Just about the time we consolidated the boards.

Yes, I did but I didn't think anything of it.

I was just, some mistake or something

besides it made me feel kind of young again.

Really, Mr. Godsey.

According to these records you are remarkably young.

It's states here that your birth date is September 1, 1924.

Huh? That makes me 20 years old.

There you go, Ike. You got what you wanted.

When were you born, Mr. Godsey?

September 24, 1901.

Ah, that's our answer.

The day and the date have been reversed.

Huh, this whole mess was caused by a a clerical error.

Then, I'm free to go?

Yes, not dressed the way you are.

I'll have your things brought in.

Thank you very much, major. John, what can I say.

I'm glad you're not snafu. Aren't you, Corabeth?

Oh, yes, I certainly am.

I know you would have looked very handsome in uniform.

But I love you dearly just the way you are.

[knock on the door]

Yeah.

- You busy? - No, come on in.

We brought you a present.

We have more than just tea parties around here, John-Boy.

Beer in this house? Times have sure changed.

Mama isn't here. Rose is busy making supper.

Hey, don't I get a beer?

Then we'd really be in trouble.

Let's have a toast to getting together.

We don't know when that will happen again.

Hear, hear. I'll drink to that.

Great.

Hmm, this tastes good.

Maybe it's because we're drinking up here.

Forbidden fruit.

I got the fruit.

[all laugh]

Do, do you remember when we used to sneak out

behind the smoke house, and roll our own cigarettes?

I could never get that paper to stick.

Also all that tobacco would end up in the middle.

And grandpa caught us and made us smoke

the whole sackful of that stuff.

How come I don't remember any of this?

You're lucky, you don't. We all got sick.

You grown up now, Jim-Bob.

You're still thinking about the Air Corp?

I'll get there for sure.

Still making model airplanes.

(Jim-Bob) 'That's one way of learning about the air corp.'

John-Boy, I got a model of a flying fortress.

- Do you want to see it? - Sure.

Saw a lot of them over there.

(Rose) 'Supper in five minutes.'

- We will be right down. - We better drink up.

Wait, one more toast.

To peace.

- Amen. - To peace.

Peace.

[instrumental music]

You need any help, Rose?

Everything's under control. Thank you.

Soon as Serena and Jeffery finish the chores, we can eat.

That's exactly what we wanted to hear, Rose.

Ah!

- Can you read us a story? - No, read us a comic.

You two in your second childhood?

Since John-Boy came home, we've been feeling younger.

Besides, I'd rather be a little girl, anyways.

You big hulks, leave him alone? You're gonna squish him.

Oh, he doesn't seem to mind much.

Nice to see everybody around here is still

a little nutty at times.

Here's the model I was talking about.

- You wanna see it? - Yeah.

(Jim-Bob) 'All I gotta do is put a name on it.'

'Think I'm gonna call it Scarlett O' Hara.'

No.

No, Jim-Bob..

her name is Katey Anne.

It goes right there.

[intense music]

Stewart kept saying hold on to Katey Anne.

She'll save us.

Katey Anne will save us.

Stewart brought us right down into the ocean

just like he said he would.

We helped each other climb out of the plane.

Together we clung to Katey Anne.

That's when I knew he was hurt.

[intense music]

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(Stewart) What do you think of your first bombing mission?

It'll be a while before I decide to go on the next one.

Oh, yeah?

I'll have you out here again in few weeks.

Stewart?

Do you think this is it?

We're not gonna die if that's what you mean.

Hell, a few days from now we will be joking about this.

[buoy ringing]

You here that buoy?

[buoy ringing]

(Stewart) 'That means we're close to shore.'

A few miles no more.

We're practically home free.

My head feels like it's gonna explode.

'How about you?'

I'm fine, believe me.

No, you're trying too hard.

I don't know what else to do.

I love this world.

Same here.

(Stewart) 'Even after if I conned you into going on this mission?'

I won't be so easy next time.

[buoy ringing]

That buoy sounds louder.

I don't think so.

You know you're getting to be a real party pooper, Walton.

I just wanna go to sleep.

(Stewart) 'You can't, you got to stay conscious.'

Hey, how about a duet?

My base to your baritone.

You never know, if we're any good

I might quit this flying stuff and get a job in the USO.

- I can't. - 'Come on.'

* Carry me back *

* To old Virginny *

* There's where the cotton *

* And corn and taters grow *

* There's where the birds warble sweet *

* In the spring-time *

* There's where this old soldiers' hear.. **

This was your idea.

Stewart?

Stewart.

Stewart.

Stewart.

Stewart.

Stewart.

Stewart.

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Lord, we thank you for all the many blessings

you've given this family.

'This food'

'this time to be together.'

'We ask you to watch over all those'

'who aren't with us tonight.'

'Both now and forever.'

'Amen.'

Amen.

Well, dig in. Here you go, son. Here, you help yourself.

(John-Boy narrating) I had come home to find part of my past that was missing.

There was an ache in my heart for my friend Stewart.

But I had finally confronted the past

and accepted it's cruelty.

(Erin) 'Serena, did you put my necklace back?'

(Serena) 'It's on Nana's dresser. I'll get it in the morning.'

'Has anybody run across John Curtis's teddy bear?'

'It's in Cindy's room. I found your curlers under my bed.'

'I don't think we'll ever get sorted out.'

'Even John-Boy left his slippers.'

'Keep them, he'll be back.'

- 'Goodnight everybody.' - 'Goodnight.'

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