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All right, for the next five days...

it's gonna be our job to put
you through the wringer.

How did I do?

For a Girl Scout, you were terrific.

Go!

Hey, something's coming out.

How is it?

Tastes like wax.

Quick, put some more berries in there.

Your plan to attack Vella La Cava
has been approved.

Personally,
I don't see how pilots can fly

by the book if they
can't read the book.

I've got to agree with him,
Boyington.

What happened?

Tokyo.

Pappy, her Harachi's on your tail.

♪ We are poor little lambs ♪

♪ who have lost our way ♪

♪ Baa, baa, baa ♪

They come from the sand lots

and gridirons of America.

Young men with keen eyes,
quick reflexes, and nerves of steel.

In a few short months,
these college youths

will become the most
feared airmen in the world.

American fighter pilots.

But first,
it's back to the books and classroom.

Here, the aces of tomorrow

learn the deadly tactics
of aerial combat.

How to outthink,
outshoot, and outfly

the best the enemy can put
into the air against him.

then into the air,
where the lessons of the classroom

are honed to a razor's edge under
simulated combat conditions.

Physically stronger, mentally quicker,
better trained and equipped than his enemy...

it's no wonder the American
fighter pilot is the best in the world.

[Bragg] Help! I-I can't shake this Zeke.

Somebody get him off my tail.

I'm comin', Jerry.

[Boyle] Pappy! Harachi's on your tail!

He'll have to wait.

[Greg on radio] Break off!

Break off!

Hey, Boyington.

You guys really bad today.

Black Sheep, switch to blue channel.

Blue channel.

Damage report.

[Boyle] I'm losin' oil pressure...

but I can make it if it
doesn't drop any lower.

[TJ] I got so much lead in my tail,
it's dragging.

[Greg] Your tail's always draggin', TJ.

[Harachi] Hey, Boyington...

What do you want, Tommy?

Just want to wish you guys

happy landing.

I had to admit Harachi earned the right

to rub it in.

He and his meatballs had
been outflying us for a week.

It was a bad habit,
and I intended to break it.

But our first big
problem was to make sure

we all got back
on the ground safely.

We got a smoker! Let's move it!

Get that fire equipment out here!

- Boyle's all right!
- He's getting out!

Over here! Let's go! Let's go!

Over here! Let's go, let's go!

Get that plane off the runway!

[TJ] What's happening up there?

Are they getting better
or are we getting worse?

Well,
there's only one logical explanation.

They must have modified Zeros.

Oh, they're ringers.

Oh, they're aces.

Probably from China.

Yeah,
maybe they're just better than we are.

Maybe we're getting old.

I mean, we're getting old.

You couldn't be getting old.

Well, they don't have modified Zeros.

They don't have ringers.

And they don't have a
corner on the youth market.

It's a boxing matchup there.

Harachi's on to our style.

Well, what do we do?

We're gonna change our style.

We're gonna surprise him.

They're onto on our moves...

we'll find new moves.

They just decoded this, Major.

All right.

Moore wants me on
the Espritos right now.

Hey, that's great.

I mean, uh...

Well, we haven't had a
mail run in a week, Pappy...

and I thought maybe you'd bring it back.

Yeah.

I'll check.
What's the date?

Ah, beats me.
I don't know.

Ah, where's the calendar?

I mean, it's tough enough to
keep track of time around here.

Come on, where's the calendar?

Does anybody know if it's Wednesday?

It's not Wednesday.

Oh...

Well, if it's not Wednesday,
it's not a weekly briefing.

I wonder what Moore wants.

I guess you better fly
over and find out, huh?

I'll do that, Boyle.

Did you fix this up?

No, did you?

Fix up what?

Well, maybe General Moore
really needs to have him over there.

Well, getting him off the
island's a break for us.

Let's take advantage of it.

Oh, do you have those
meteorological forecasts?

- Have I ever let you down?
- Ah, let's go.

We're going to be tested, General?

You've got to be kidding.

214 is next on the list.

And judging by this week's
combat report, it's none too soon.

I've got to agree with him, Boyington.

You've been taking an
awful pasting this past week.

It's Harachi.

Harachi?

The Japanese squadron commander,
Harachi.

Greg, units get tired.

Slip into bad habits, get sloppy.

Now, how do you know that isn't
happening to the Black Sheep?

Not my boys, sir.

They have never been sharper.

Well, then they shouldn't have any
trouble with Operation Stand Down.

Who's going to tell the enemy that the
war has stopped so we can take exams?

VMF-816 will sweep the
Slot while you're under evaluation.

They just came through
Operation Stand Down with flying colors.

What does that prove, sir?

I mean, they fly by the book.

Harachi has read that book.

We threw the book away six months ago.

Now that's enough, Greg.

These orders come directly
from the War Department.

There's nothing you can do except pass.

What if we don't, General?

Then the stand-down becomes permanent...

and there's nothing
I can do about it.

Sir, there's only one
way we can win this war.

And that's if Tokyo is as
fouled up as Washington.

Your initiative is to be
commended, Captain.

I'll forward your recommendation to
Imperial Command in Tokyo for approval.

But Admiral,
we are defeating the Americans now.

I know Boyington.

In two or three days,
he will change his fight tactics.

We must strike immediately.

Are you questioning military procedure?

No, sir.

- But--
- That's all, Captain.

You'll be notified.

Yes, sir.

[Micklin] Dutch?

Andy?

Andy!

- You old...
- How you doing?

You still good?

I got it.
I got you.

Ah, you big ape.

The last time I saw you
was in 36 at Parris Island.

You were marching six foot
marines in seven foot of water.

Yeah, they say I killed one.

They don't make them
the way they used to.

What are you doing here?

Doing what I like,
beating the starch out of officers.

I'm in charge of
physical fitness for OSD...

and we're gonna have some fun.

Sergeant!

I'll talk at you later.

Stow the gear.

Major J. Pearson...

flight proficiency, squadron tactics,
combat techniques.

Lieutenant R. Calder...

squadron maintenance,
written flight tests.

Sergeant D. Savage...

physical fitness,
weapons qualifying.

All right,
for the next five days...

it's gonna be our job to
put you through the ringer.

Now, it's gonna be tougher
than anything

you were up against in flight school...

and for a good reason.

Out here, mistakes are final.

You mean the Zekes
are using real bullets now?

Lieutenant Calder will pass out

the manual on combat tactics...

flight procedures, squad regs.

I suggest that you study them,
gentlemen.

I suggest that you read them,
you will be tested.

All right, we'll begin at 0600 tomorrow.

Physical fitness.

Till then, are there any questions?

Yeah.

I'd like to know what qualifies you
to decide whether we're any good.

Are you a combat pilot?

All right, that's a fair question.

No, I have not seen combat.

The Corps feels I'm more
valuable in this assignment.

But gentlemen,
I do know what I'm talking about.

I spent three years as a military
attache in Tokyo before the war.

I have flown with their pilots.

I know their techniques.

And if you will check that
manual on combat tactics

being passed out, you'll notice...

I wrote the book.

No kidding.

Say, could I have
your autograph on this?

Major, is there anything in particular
that I should know about your squadron?

I know that frontline units adopt
unique procedures, and I'm...

I'm willing to take this into
consideration in my evaluation of the 214.

We have our own kind of
test out here, Major.

It's called staying alive.

And every man you're
about to evaluate is passed it.

Try and keep that under consideration,
will you?

[Bragg] What makes you so sure this
thing is gonna work anyway?

Jerome, it's a very simple
distillation process.

It's exactly like making moonshine,
only simpler.

[Bragg] Yeah, well,
I bet it doesn't taste like moonshine.

Hey, somebody's comin'.

[Anderson] Who is it?

[Bragg] French.

Oh, good, good.
We need those.

About time you got back.

Give me one of them.

Hey, something's coming out.

[Anderson] Of course something's coming out.

It's not quite red enough, though.

Jerome, we need some more berries.

- Put some berries in there.
- Oh, yeah.

What are you guys makin'?

- Uh, We're, uh...
- We're, uh, making a little liq...

- liquid refreshment, is what we're doing.
- [Bragg] Yeah.

We got six cases of
12-year-old scotch

from the Seabees,
and you guys are making moonshine?

- Oh, well, we were gonna--
- We're going to trade it

to the mud marines on Arabella
for some samurai swords.

That's right.

Let me taste it.

Oh, well, no, it's not quite ready.

- That's all right. I'll taste it anyway.
- [Bragg] It tastes awful.

Well, you're not gonna
be able to appreciate

its true bouquet in this point
of its creation, though.

It doesn't have quite
the nose it should.

How is it?

Tastes like wax.

Well, I warned you.

Well, yes.
Well, it has to age.

You can age this stuff to World War III,
and it's still gonna taste like wax.

Oh.

Now, I don't know what you're doing.

And I don't care.

But we got tests in the morning.

Either hit the manuals or hit the sack.

But, Pappy, if... Yes, sir.

Good night.

- Yes, sir.
- Good night.

Well, I guess we better
get back to our tents.

- Quick, put some more berries in there.
- Yeah.

Give me another frond.

- We gotta get this finished.
- Shh. Quiet.

Come on, fatso!

Let's see what you can do!

Blubber lips, let's go, move it!

- How did I do?
- For a Girl Scout, you were terrific.

2:27.

Not qualified.

- That's a real Marine.
- Yeah.

Lawrence Casey?

Where are you, Lawrence Casey?

Lieutenant Casey, where is he?

Casey?

Lawrence T?

[Casey] I'm here, Sergeant.

Oh, I hope I did not disturb your nap.

No, Sergeant, I was just, uh,
readin' the manual.

Get your butt on the line.

Now, wait a minute, Sergeant.

I'm not a boot.

I happen to be executive
officer around here.

What are you doing?

Your time starts now, Lawrence.

Hey!

I've never seen anything
like this before in my life.

Now, I found a spark plug
in there for a R4D.

I found a carburetor
that I think is Japanese...

and you're patching up
the holes with beer cans.

Sergeant, as an aeronautical engineer...

I can tell you theoretically
these Corsairs can't fly.

Neither can a bumblebee, college boy,
but he gives a damn good imitation.

Now, you get me regulation carburetors,
parts, and plugs, and I'll use them.

Till then, don't tell me
how to keep my birds flyin'.

Two minutes, five seconds.

Doesn't qualify.

What?

That man's a jerk.

Just what does it take to qualify?

Two minutes flat, Lieutenant.

You started the clock about
five seconds before I started.

You was the one doing the jawing.

Lieutenant Anderson!

Lieutenant Anderson!

[Anderson] Lieutenant Anderson died!

How they doing, Sarge?

Just timin' the men, Major.

Yeah, but you set up the course,
didn't you?

I'm gonna try it.

The squadron CO doesn't
have to be timed, sir.

Yeah, I understand that, Sergeant.

But I'm gonna do it anyway.

All right.

Then be my guest.

Go!

- Well?
- Two minutes, 15 seconds doesn't qualify.

Must be an epidemic.

Okay, now it's your turn, Sergeant.

I don't have to qualify.

Too many beers in
between ragging officers?

Now it's your turn.

That's an order.

[Anderson] Bye-bye!

Go!

Come on, Jesse Owens!

Slow down, poler bear!

Slow it down!

Come on, Jesse Owens!

Slow down, polar bear!

Slow it down!

Come on, Jesse Owens!

Slow down, polar bear!

Slow it down!

Come on, Jesse Owens!

Congratulations, Sarge.

Three minutes flat.

We got a legitimate
three minutes, here.

Molasses, molasses.

Anderson...

toe on the line.

Go!

Brother.

Uh, what happened, TJ?

Nothing.

I just pulled a hamstring running.

Why didn't you come to the hospital?

I'm okay.

Look, I know you're a
rough, tough Marine...

but it's just plain stupid
to walk around in pain.

Now, come on, get in.

Hey, I said I was okay.

And I said get in.

Okay.

No shots.

Ho, ho.

Whould I like to
get my sweet lips on you.

You'd do better, Bob,
to put your sweet lips on the manual.

I know all this flight school stuff.

Besides, who needs it?

We need it, if we're gonna
qualify at anything around here.

Hey, you really think you can
reach the States on that radio?

Sure, I got this thing all figured out.

At 1300, the ionosphere will be just right

to bounce a signal from
here back to the States.

Before you know it,
we're talking to the US of A.

Larry, think you can
reach my girl on the radio?

It's really important to me.

I know she misses me.

I can get anybody.

All we have to do is get
a ham back in the States.

He makes a phone call
and patches us through.

Will you do it for me?

Sure, why not?

Let's go, here... send...

Hey, hey, I thought I could talk to her.

What's all this?

The signal's stronger by key.

Once I make contact, I send her
the frequency and switch to voice.

Oh.

You did it.
You did it.

You did it.
Who'd you get?

Who'd you get, LA?

Did you get San Diego?

Did you get Hollywood?

Who'd you get, Casey?

What happened?

Tokyo.

Hey, TJ, where you been?

- Oh, I was over at the hospital getting my--
- Oh, come on.

All right, I'll see you later.

You're not required to take this test.

I know that, Lieutenant.
Let me have the test, please.

Thank you.

Lord, Lord.

Man.

Hey, what's the problem?

White on blue.

What?

Our stars.

I couldn't remember whether they were

white on blue
or blue on white.

Casey, you see 'em every day.

I don't know.
I had a mental block.

What about that
coefficient of drag question...

if the F4U had an
inline instead of a radial?

That was 0.7.

Oh, damn.

The number is on the fin,
not the rudder.

Sounds like you did real good, Bob.

Lawrence, you couldn't even
remember the color of your plane.

How we doing?

You really want to know?

Well, I'm asking, aren't I, Major?

All right,
10% passed the physical.

60% the written exam.

Maintenance was a total disaster.

How does that compare
with other combat units?

It's below average.

Well, just out of curiosity...

how do you explain all of
our air victories?

Sir, this system is based on
norms set up in Washington.

What norms?

The average proficiency of combat-ready
squadrons in the United States.

This isn't the United States,
Lieutenant.

Hasn't your stomach told you that?

Major, we try to take conditions
out here into consideration.

All right.

Your air performance
will be 50% of the score.

You mean if we do well in the air,
we can pass this test?

That's a big if.

Personally,
I don't see how pilots can

fly by the book if they
can't read the book.

This book means a lot to you,
doesn't it, Major?

Just like the obstacle
course means a lot to Dutch.

Does it, uh,
does it make you feel superior

to men that risk their lives
every day, does it?

- Major, I know you don't like me.
- Hey, I don't give a damn about you.

Do you understand that, Major?

The only thing I care about is
what you can do to my squadron.

That's all I care about.

I could save the lives of every man
in your squadron if you'd let me.

You know,
the men resent my presence here.

That's natural.

But, Major, I hold you
responsible for not maintaining

proper military discipline,
proper military procedure.

That would make it easy for every
one of these men to pass those tests.

They are making mistakes.

And sooner or later,
they're gonna make the same mistakes

in the air, and some of
them will not live to regret it.

What are you gonna do?

Are you gonna hit me?

No, I'm gonna throw the book at you.

Your plan to attack Vella La Cava
has been approved

by the Imperial staff,
with one modification.

Yes, sir.

Ishima's squadron will conduct the raid.

You will fly cover for them.

You will open the door.

Ishima will close it again.

Admiral, Ishima's squadron is
not ready for such a mission.

They will be destroyed by the Americans.

Those are the orders, Captain.

Black Sheep Leader, this is Bulldog.

Start your run when ready.

All right,
let's play this like the real thing.

A-flight, break.

Damage report.

I think it threw a coconut at me, Pappy.

B-flight, break.

[Greg on radio] Damage report.

[French] Negative.

This is the way to fight a war.

Negative.

[Greg] Hey, knock it off.

Bulldog, Black Sheep Leader here.

Back on station.

Bulldog here, stand by one.

Black Sheep Leader, this is Bulldog.

First division will act as bogeys.

Take a heading of 180,
angels fifteen, 150 knots.

Form a Diamond 3 extra wingman...

join on me.

Second division, you will intercept.

Over.

They don't use a Diamond 3 anymore,
Pearson.

Black Sheep Leader, this is Bulldog.

Do you need a repeat of instructions?

Over.

[Greg] Negative.

Anderson, break off and join up on me.

Swing in on my left, Casey.

We'll pretend that it's
1940 all over again.

The tactics Pearson called for

were outdated and we hadn't
used them in months.

So we were all a little
mentally rusty at first.

But as the flight wore on...

we began to get back into it.

Not bad, huh?

Uh, for, for college boys.

Yeah, that's where they belong, college.

I was flying Pearson's wing...

playing odd man out.

When I looked around out of habit...

that's when the trouble started.

Zeros, nine o'clock low.

[Casey on radio] How'd they get this far south?

[Greg] First division on me.

Larry, take the second
upstairs and fly cover.

We'll take them head on.

They'll outmaneuver you head on.

Fly in pairs.
Use the scissors.

They expect us to fly scissors, Pearson.

Now, if you want to see combat tactics...

get on my wing and shut up.

Break off. Break off!

Come on down and get 'em, Larry.

Still there, Pearson?

I'm with you, Major.

[Greg] Get outta the way,
you got a Zeke on your tail.

How'd we do?

Flying 30 air-to-air...

air-to-ground 90, air-to-air 30,
what's this mean?

It means I have to add it up.

Hey, you see how those Zekes got inside
of us when we were flying in pairs?

Hey, Casey, call Espritos.

Find out how those Zekes got through.

Yes, sir.

Sir, they scored a 20 in maintenance...

a 30 in physical fitness,
55 on the written exam, 60 in the air.

Those figures speak for themselves.

They are five points below
the minimum acceptable score.

That stand down is permanent.

This is a combat report on 816,
which you qualified.

They were ripped apart
sweeping the Slot.

If it weren't for 214,
which you won't qualify...

the enemy would
have hit Vella La Cava.

- I don't understand.
- [Moore] Neither do I, Major.

I do.

Now, they had to be badly outnumbered.

We are always outnumbered.

As you were, Greg.

I don't see how this
changes 214's status.

My authority comes from Washington.

Are you pulling weight on me, Major?

No, sir.

I only meant that these
procedures are set in Washington...

and they've got to be followed,
or OSD makes no sense.

- That I agree with. I agree with that.
- Greg!

Uh, General, I have a suggestion.

Anything.

Well, the aerial evaluation

was at best conducted under
extenuating circumstances.

So I suggest 214 be given
another chance to qualify.

Now, do either of you majors
have any objection to that?

No, sir. Mm-mm.

And I don't seem to have a choice.

Good, then it's settled.

General, the air tactics
that we've been asked to follow

have been outdated since 1941, sir.

Those standards were set in Washington.

Then take them back to Washington.

Are you questioning my objectivity?

That's exactly what I'm doing.

Shut up, both of you!

Colonel, I want you to go to
Vella La Cava as a neutral observer.

With pleasure, sir.

With pleasure.

The attack on Vella La Cava was
not as successful as we had hoped.

However, the Imperial staff feels

Ishima's squadron did pave the
way for a second and fatal blow.

I understand, sir.

You will have the honor of
leading the second attack.

Thank you, sir.

This morning was the first time
you'd seen a Zeke flame, wasn't it?

I remember my first time.

It was in China when I
was with the Flying Tigers.

We were flying over Nanking
and this guy got on my tail.

We were looping, and...

it seemed to take forever.

And then this Tiger blew him apart
and I had to fly through the debris.

I had a lump in my throat for 24 hours.

I still get that lump.

It just doesn't take...

just doesn't take as long to
get rid of, most days anyway.

Pouring a little oil on the water?

Yeah.

French, would you please be quiet?

We've been here for two hours, Bob.

Would you just shush?

We're not going to catch anything
if you keep up with that racket now.

We're not Indians.
Suppose it's rigged wrong.

It is impossible to rig it wrong.

I did it exactly as it says in the book.

Yeah, where'd you get that book?

Oh, I told you it would work!

Help!

What?

Help!

What happened?

Well, what happened was, uh...
Well, you know what happened.

Well, I know what happened.

Well, what happened was you
were caught in a Japanese booby trap.

That's what happened.

Yeah, yeah, they're all over the island.

Here.

Oh, oh...

[TJ] ... makes me nervous.

[TJ] How many of these do we need?

Two.

TJ, what are we whispering for?

If Micklin finds us in here,
you'll find out why I'm was whispering.

- [Miklin] Hello.
- [Dottie screams] Oh, God!

Sergeant, you scared me half to death.

I damn near shot you to death, ma'am.

What are you two
doing in my supply shed?

What do you think
they're doing in here, Andy?

What we're doing in here is
none of your business, Sergeant.

No, it's all right.

- I think maybe we better tell him.
- No, no.

No, there's no need for that, ma'am.

No, we should, because I think
we might just need your help.

Now, what we'd like to do,
Andrew, if you don't mind...

is tap into your generator

and we can hang some lines
across these poles here for lights.

How about a cold beer, Andy?

Where are you gonna put the fire pit?

Well, we'll put it over there,
away from everything.

- Yeah.
- Good.

I don't want you using
that generator

but a couple of hours
because I ain't got the fuel to waste it.

You got it.

Don't worry about it.

Got the record player here.

Hey, Pappy's coming back.

Oh, no,
we gotta get everything out of here.

Jerry, go to the plane and head him off.

- Me?
- Go!

- Oh, no.
- Hey, we gotta get everything out here.

Get rid of that.
Get rid of that.

- He's coming.
- Where am I gonna put it?

Come on.

Put it in your tent.

I don't care what you do with it, babe.

Evening, Major.

Hey, what happened, Greg?

We'll take the aerial
test over tomorrow.

- Oh, we're not grounded, huh?
- Not yet.

- Uh, Pappy, you can't, uh--
- I can't what?

Uh, Colonel Lard radioed ahead.

He wanted yesterday's combat
report sent to his desk ASAP.

We could probably send it
back on this plane here.

Colonel Lard?

Yeah, and you know Colonel Lard.

I'll have those reports on my desk

as soon as possible...

or you'll be a second lieutenant.

Third lieutenant.

Yeah, third--

Bragg...
do you want to tell me somethin'?

or do you want me
to find out for myself?

It must have been a mistake.

Yeah, it must have been.

Hey, Pappy, what's the story?

[Bragg] Hey, we get another chance, you guys.

That's great.

We'll show them tomorrow, Pappy.

You wait and see.

Yes, sir.

- Is he coming over here?
- Yeah, he's coming.

Straighten up.

Lieutenant, what was that all about?

Nothing, sir.

Nothing?

You'd better tell him, Jerry.

Sir, do you know what tomorrow is?

CQ, 40 meter band...

this is K1759er, San Francisco.

Repeat...

K1759er, this is La Cava, over.

Hey, Casey, what are you doing in there?

Uh, morning, Greg, I was just
fooling around with the ham radio.

You're gonna miss breakfast.

You know we fly in 30 minutes?

Yes, sir.

Pappy?

Pappy!

Just came over the radio.

The Japanese broke through the A-16.

They're on their way here now.

Major!

Later.

I want to go up.

No.

I won't get in your way.
I'll pull my own weight.

No.

Look, it'll be your
air-to-air evaluation.

Not by the book, by your tactics.

All right, you're my wingman.

You got it.

Hey, I got those ammo loads changed,
but what's your air pressure?

The seals on that cooler may not hold.

What is it, chewing gum?

No, it's old shoe leather.

Clear the prop!

[Greg] All right, Black Sheep...

like we did it yesterday.

Engage his divisions,
fight his sections.

Wingman, spread 500 feet.

Hey, that you, Boyington?

[Greg] Yeah, yeah, it's me, Riceball.

Come on down, Boyington.

Water's fine.

Hey, do me a favor, Tommy.

My wingman? Leave him alone.

He's an observer.

Sure, Boyington.

First I get you,
then I get your observer.

Follow me.

[Greg] Attaboy, Tommy.

Attaboy.

Come to me.

Got him!

Coming to you, Pearson.

It was Pearson's first crack

at a real dogfight.

I stayed in close with him
in case he got into trouble.

I hoped he wouldn't.

I wanted him on the ground
after this fight was over.

Return to base.

Return to base!

All right, Black Sheep, form up on me.

Damage report.

Negative.

Negative.

Pearson, okay.

Congratulations on that Zero.

Hey, Tommy?

Boyington, Tommy.

Happy landing.

[Greg] How about that?

Hey, Pearson, how'd we do?

That's right, because you passed.

All right! I'm buyin'!

All right!

- [Pearson] Major, can we come in?
- Please.

Thank you.

I'm rewriting parts of that manual.

And I thought maybe we could spend
some time going over your tactics.

Sure. Hey, would you,
would you like a drink?

- Yes, indeed, I would.
- Great.

Look, I noticed that when
that Zeke chopped power...

you went into a barrel roll. Why?

Well, I had to.

You know,
it was the only way I could

stay with him without,
you know, losing speed.

Now, what I want to know is, how did
you get from the Diamond 3 to the 4-2?

I was wondering, Major.

Maybe if we, uh...

modified the rudder assembly...

gave it a little more snap.

Well, uh, a couple extra sets of, uh,
cable up there, some equipment.

Hey, what is this?

Don't hit me!
Don't hit me!

- Don't hit me!
- How you doing?

You'll be happy, I swear.

Get the glue.

Huh?

Surprise!

♪ Happy birthday to you. ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you. ♪

♪ Happy birthday dear Happy. ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you. ♪

Yeah.

And you know it's gonna be
the same thing after this war?

I mean, nobody gives a
damn for a peacetime marine.

You know what I mean?

Good cake.

Hey, Anderson.

Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

Is this some more of
that moonshine of yours?

He makes... he makes the worst booze.

Um, uh, Pappy, that, uh,
it wasn't moonshine you tasted.

It, uh,
I was making wax for the candles.

You mean...

you mean... I drank a candle?

It was a 51 vintage, though.

[Casey] I did it! I did it!

I got it!
I got it!

Come on.
Come on.

What the hell is going on?

K1759er, this is La Cava.

Over.

La Cava, K1759er, San Francisco.

I have your party on the line.

Go ahead, Mrs. Boyington.

We have your son.

Happy birthday, Pappy.