All language subtitles for Battle Cry (War Drama 1955) Van Heflin, Aldo Ray & Mona Freeman (BR)

They call me Mac.
The name's not important.

It's January 1942.

Marine outposts
all over the world

have fallen to the Japanese.

Our ranks are empty
and ill-equipped.

We need help.

And from every part
of the country

kids are answering our call.

This is Baltimore, Maryland.

Detail, halt!

'Left face!'

Alright, you men have got
a few minutes to see your folks.

Fall out!

Ma and pa's over here.

Hey, lady,
my brother's a Marine.

Oh, if your father
had listened to me

and he wouldn't
have signed for you

you wouldn't be
going to war at 19.

Mom, let's not go
over that again, huh?

- I'm proud of you, son.
- Danny!

Hi, Danny.
I'm sorry I'm late.

- Scared?
- A little.

Look, suppose I'm gone
a year or two years.

Suppose you wanna
change your mind later.

Well, we'd both
be awfully hurt then.

I won't change my mind.

I just want to go on
being your girl.

Oh, Kathy.

I...I guess this kind
of makes us engaged, huh?

Yes.

Alright, Section 5,
all aboard!

'Section 5!'

Alright, let's go,
on the double, come on!

- Good luck, son.
- Alright, all aboard, let's go.

And if they don't treat
you right, you come right back.

Oh!

How long do you think
can we go on like this?

Sneaking around,
meeting in cheap joints?

- You'd get to hate me.
- I could never hate you, honey.

Yeah, but your old man
hates me and I don't be

able to get a decent job
in this lousy town.

Sue, can't you see
I'd rot here?

I couldn't take it no more!

Ski, what's gonna happen if you
can't get me to California?

Oh, look, baby, it's like I say

I'll save every nickel
and I'll send for you.

We'll be away from Philly,
we'll be away from your old man.

- 'All aboard!'
- Oh, honey!

Alright, men. Get aboard.

- Got to go.
- Come on now, hurry up!

- I've got to go, baby.
- Get aboard!

Scenes like this
are being played

on every corner of the land.

As rich boys, poor boys
from the cities

and from the farms
rush to fill our ranks.

All trains head west.

Destination, San Diego.

This bunch looks
pretty much like

any other group
we're getting these days.

Politics and wars
make strange bedfellows.

In almost every car,
you'll find a Texan

with a guitar.

An all-American boy.

The farmer.

The pride of the Navajos.

Then there's the slum kid.

The bookworm.

The lumberjack.

And there's one
in every outfit.

And you'll usually
find a troublemaker.

Put it back.
You didn't make your point.

What do you mean?

You accusing me
of something dishonest?

Put it back.

I was only kidding.

- Let's be buddies.
- Alright.

- Spanish Joe's a troublemaker.
- Yeah.

He'll learn the hard way.

Ah, I wish we were
in San Diego already.

Hey, we'll be there soon enough.

You know, you're
a couple of nice guys.

I hope we stick together.

Be okay.

- Got a gal, Marion?
- No.

- How about you, Andy?
- Do I got a gal?

I got hundreds of them,
every broad in the north woods

knows old Andy.

Not me, I got one,
that's all I need.

One? This guy's nuts.

San Diego, the end of the line.

As they arrive through
the gates at boot camp

the door to their past
shuts behind them.

Get off that truck. Get off.

'Quickly.'

Alright, come on both,
get back in there!

Get going.

Alright, you guys, follow
that white line over there.

Keep that ranks closed up.

My head feels
like a prickly pear!

I've been scalped!

Gonna let my eyebrows grow out

and just throw 'em back!

Come on! Come on! Move out!

Over there, you skinheads!

The rest of you get
in there and get deloused.

Alright, you people!
My name is Sergeant Beller!

You guys are gonna hate
the day you met me!

As far as I'm concerned

you are not
human beings anymore!

And don't get the idea
you're Marines!

You're recruits! Meatheads!

The lowest form of animal
in this here universe!

You will refer to me as sir!

Alright, you'll eat no candy,
read no papers

hear no radios

and speak only when spoken to.

You will salute
everything moving

above the rank of private.

- What's your name, son?
- L.Q. Jones.

My name is Private Jones,
L.Q., sir!

M-m-my name is Private L.Q..

Uh, uh, Jones,
uh, uh, sir, Your Honor.

- Where are you from, meathead?
- Cotton Plant, sir.

- Oh, Cotton Plant, what?
- Arkansas.

You see, it ain't
no more than a wide spot

in the kind of a thin road,
that we think...

Shut up!

Who said you could talk?

- You chewing gum, son?
- Yeah, yes, sir.

Swallow it.

Alright, you people, from now on

it's gonna be double time.

No more walkin'.

Alright, you're gonna
get fed now.

Personally, I think it's
a waste of government money.

Right face!

Forward march!

After the cordial welcome
to the Corps

comes the job
of turning boys into men.

About face!

Face left.

'Ready, front!'

Let's get that hat down!

Cut down that belt!

Pull up your pants, son!

- You want that button?
- Yes, sir.

- Did you shave this morning?
- I shaved twice, sir.

You didn't by chance
slip up and put a blade

in the razor, did you?

A blade, sir? No, sir.

Us full-blooded Indians
never shave.

The Marine Corps
says you gotta shave

every morning whether
you need it or not!

Oh, the Indian love call.

We got a wise guy
in our midst.

You guys must
need some exercise.

Alright. Right face!

Forward, hut!

Double-time, hut!

Lift them up! Hut!

Come on, step it up,
you guys. Move!

So it goes from sun up to
sundown, days turn into weeks.

And they learn that the price

of the green uniform
comes high.

Move! Get the lead out,
you meatheads!

Move!

Then suddenly, one day,
you're beginning to learn

the lesson the instructor
has been pounding in.

There's no place for stragglers
in the Marine Corps.

Forward. Hut!
Marine. Hut!

Forward. Hut!
Marine. Hut!

Left oblique! Huh!

File out, file out.

Right oblique! Huh!

To the rear. Huh!

And you're sure that yours is
the best outfit in boot camp.

Dear Kathy..

Ten weeks have passed

and tomorrow
we finish boot camp.

We hope we can stick together

and go to radio school
from here.

Man, this living in tents behind
closed gates is tough on me.

I can't even remember
what a woman looks like.

It's tougher on me.
I can remember.

I'm gonna kill
that Beller, I'm gonna

rip him apart
with my bare hands.

Well, tell us your side
of the story.

They got a picture tonight,
see, I don't wanna go.

It's a picture about Marines.

And I hate pictures
about Marines.

I thought it was gonna
be cowboys and Indians picture.

Well, I know
that picture, cousin.

This here Marine private
he gets a set of dress blues..

Yeah, yeah, "The Real Marine."

Isn't that the picture where
the, uh, broad's a Navy Louie

and she flips her lid
for the private?

Very same picture
and he's a Marine

'cause his daddy was a Marine.

He hates the Corps.

But learns to love it
just like we do.

Ends up saving the life
of his drill instructor.

Ah, what a dumb jerk.

Oh, you know what
that stupid Beller says to me?

He says, "Private Jones,"
he says

"Marine Corps says you all
got to be entertained.

"It's good for you all morale.

"Alright, you dumb Yankees,
ain't you ever gonna learn?

"Jones, throw out that chest!

"'Jones, Jones,
ain't you got no chest?'

"'Alright, you dumb Yankees!'

"Can't you people understand
American when it's spoke?

"Mr. Christian,
10 lashes for them, uh, Yankees!

"Lick the deck! Uh, lick the.."
Don't bother me right now, boy.

"'Stand on your.."
Don't bother, right now, boy.'

"I'm gonna make you boys
feel sorry for the day you.."

Attention!

Gentlemen, don your buckets.

Alright, what are you people?

'We're skinheads.'

- What?
- 'Skinheads!'

- 'And stupid Yankees too!'
- 'And stupid Yankees too!'

Uh-huh.
And, uh, who do you love?

'We love our Sergeant Beller!'

'Yes, sir!'

There's that Indian
love call again.

'It's the chow, sarge.'

Well, in all my 10 years
in the Marine Corps

this is the first time
I've ever been stumped.

I still don't know
who the bird is.

Well, I give up.

Alright, take 'em off.

At ease.

I just came over to tell, you
skinheads, that they're sending

a bunch of you out,
to radio school.

Alright, one more thing.

You're gyrenes now.

And when you pass
in review tomorrow

and do an eyes right

let me hear
them eyeballs click.

Just call me Jim.

This was the day.

To a man, their hearts pound
nearly bursting with pride.

They had paid in sweat,
humiliation and maybe

a few tears for the name
they now carried.

They were Marines now

and they would be
till the day they die.

This is me, Mac,
with the six chevrons.

I'm communicator
for this outfit.

Major Wellman,
the executive officer.

He gave up an ulcer job
and civilian life for another

ulcer job in the Marine Corps.

Little Ziltch, a new kid.
The commander's orderly.

And this is Major Sam Huxley.

Known throughout
the Corps as 'High Pockets. '

He's now in command
of the 2nd Battalion.

I served with Huxley
off and on for years.

And if there's one man
in the Marine Corps

who can build
a fighting battalion

you're lookin ' at it.

- Mac.
- Yes sir.

Take charge,
and get 'em squared away.

Yes sir.

Bob, get them bedded down.

Left face!

'Arms, huh!'

'Forward, huh!'

Rest easy.
The smoking lamp's lit.

I called you men together
because I know

we're all thinking
the same thing.

These new boys we're getting,

they may look like marines
and they talk like marines

but we know the truth.

In other words,
we've got problems.

We've also got
a war on our hands.

'Now we all have buddies
on wait'

'in the Philippines
and Shanghai.'

It's gonna be
a long road back.

And we can't get
back without them.

Now you people know what I mean
when I say I'm gonna train this

flagship so that every private
in this battalion

can take command
if he has to.

The only way I can
do that is with your help.

Thank you, that will be all.

The man said
he wanted communicators

And I said he'd have 'em.

Every minute they weren't out
on the field or studying

I had 'em
at the practice table.

Inside three weeks they could
read code in their sleep.

And probably did.

Come on. Come on,
snap out of it.

What's the matter,
you got the blues?

How this place gives
me the creeps on Sunday.

Forget about it, Danny.

Monkey around with
a broad, you always

wind up on the short end
of the stick.

None of 'em are worth it.

Save the advice, chaplain.

Just thought
I'd give you the benefit

of my experience, boy.

I wanna be there when
you fall for some nice girl.

A broad ain't been made yet
that'll make old Andy fall.

Let's go ashore
and get out of this hole.

- Good idea.
- Good idea?

Andy and me going on liberty.
How about comin' along with us?

Nope, I've got to finish
iron these shirts.

Look, Ski, they've got
a nice town out here.

Full of beautiful tomatoes.

You ain't been on liberty
since we've been in the Corps.

Yeah. Well, I got
a chance to pick up

a couple
of extra bucks pressing.

You know I got to save my dough
to get Susan out here.

Alright, stupid, if it's
that dame you want

out here,
I'll lend you the dough.

Look, thanks anyway,
but I don't want no charity.

It's your life.

Eat your heart out,
feather merchant.

Eat your heart out.

I'll murder Mac and Huxley.

They got no respect for
communicators in this outfit.

That lousy Mac had me shovin'
garbage again today.

Me! I'm writin'
my congressman.

Me and the Corps
have split the blanket.

That's Navajo for finished.
Done, poof!

That's right.
Huxley's tryin' to kill us.

Ten straight 15 mile hikes.

You know what they call
this outfit? Huxley's Harlots.

And if we ain't hiking,
we're gettin'

dit-happy on that signal key.

Maybe I should learn Mac,
how to use smoke signals?

What's Crazy Horse
beef in' about?

He says he's son
of a Indian chief

and he wants to go
back to reservation.

Tell that man, there'll be
no swearing here on Sunday.

I wonder who's stuck
with guard duty tonight.

I think I see
your name up there.

Put it back Joseph.

I was just going
to borrow it.

The last time your borrowed
something, I never saw it again.

Hey, you accusing
me of something dishonest?

Mm-hmm. Just put
it back please.

You think you're so smart
because you read all the time?

I ain't liked
you since boot camp.

I've got a notion loosen you
from a few teeth... Sister Mary.

Now, wait a minute.
I was only foolin' with you.

Gee.

What'd you go and do that for?

I saw what happened
to one fellow

who tried to shake your hand.

That was a lucky punch,
you know that, huh?

You're the only guy alive who
can do that to old Spanish Joe

and live to tell about it.

- What you reading?
- Plato.

You mean they wrote a whole big
book about Mickey Mouse's dog?

You know something?
I like you Mary.

You stick with me and I'll get
your over the rough spots.

What do you think
of old Spanish Joe now, eh?

I think you're the most
obnoxious person I ever met.

What's that, obnoxious?

You stink.

That's because I was
eating garlic.

Hey kid, you got guts.

You and me is gonna
be buddy-buddy.

Oh, thanks, Mac.

Don't do that with my hat.
What's the matter with ya?

Miss, would you please
pick it up for me?

Alright, what'll you have?

Gimme a cheeseburger
and a cup of coffee.

And, uh, how about a piece
of that apple pie too?

What's yours?

I, uh, think I'll have
somethin' different.

My name's Andy, uh,
what time you getting off duty?

I have just two words for you.

Remind me to tell
you what they are later.

'Why not now?'

Later's always better.

What are you guys
doin' ashore?

- We're lookin for Ski.
- Yeah, he cracked up.

- What happened?
- We don't know.

He got this letter
this afternoon

almost tore the barracks apart.

He went crazy
and throw his bed at me.

Not only that, but he drew all
the money he had stashed away.

Over 400 bucks
and headed into San Diego.

Mac and the boys are looking for him
now. He told us to wait here.

Something must have gone wrong
with his girl Susan.

- We found him. Come on.
- Let's go.

Here's a couple of bucks.
I'll see you later.

- Is he still in there?
- Yeah.

Okay.

That's the kind
of joint this is.

Now, if he ain't in the bar,
he's probably

upstairs in one of the rooms.

Now, we don't want no trouble.

Just in case, you two guys
get your belts ready.

Let's go inside.

Can I help you fellows?

Yeah, we're looking for a buddy
of ours, a Marine PFC.

He's a little loaded.
Have you seen him?

He ain't here.

Oh, he came
in here ten minutes ago.

He didn't come out yet.

Do you mind if we take
a little look?

Wait. I said he ain't here.

I guess maybe we made
a mistake.

- Yeah.
- Thanks a lot.

Let's go, kid. Come on..

Get out of here.
Leave me alone.

Get him out of here.

It is my life,
I'll do what I want.

She rolled him.

- Where's his dough?
- No.

Where's his dough?
I got it. I got it.

It's alright.
It's alright.

Come on.

Dear John letter.

She's gonna have a baby.
She got married.

See what happens
when you fall for one broad?

Lets get him out of here.

Go on, come on, come on.

Sir.

We lost radio contact
with Fox Company.

Soon as the boys finish chow

I'm gonna have 'em run
a telephone line up there.

Alright. You got
your Indians working?

Yes sir, right over here.

Lighttower and his
all-Navajo network.

Even that Huxley's really
a smart boy.

He's gonna foul up the Japs

so they can't intercept
our messages.

Seems that he read some place
that they used Sioux talkers

in the First World War
to fool the Heinie.

You can stop
that nonsense, Injun.

We know you're reading
High Pockets the Riot Act.

Mr. Jones, I hate
to interrupt your meal hour.

But when you finish
feeding your silly face

I want you to run a telephone
line up to Fox Company.

Yes, sir. Right, sir.
On-on the double, sir.

Come on Marion, be a buddy.

If I don't get
this dame's sister a date

I'll be out in the cold.

No, thanks.

Man, if you're not the limits.
You gotta loosen up sometimes.

I enjoy myself on liberty.

What do you do?

Ride the San Diego
Coronado ferry boat.

You, what?

Take a boat ride.

You ought to try it sometime,
Andy. It's very pleasant.

It gives me a chance
to get away and think.

You know, I might just write
a book about all of this

one of these days.

- You ride the Coronado ferry?
- Hmm.

Marion, believe me

I think you will
write that book.

Excuse me, I don't seem
to have a light.

Ohh!

Thanks.

Please don't think
I'm being forward.

But I've seen
you here before.

I travel to Coronado
every night.

You're almost getting
to be a fixture.

I was curious.

It's quiet here. I can think.

Lonesome?

No, not really.

I bet you're thinking
about a girl.

Haven't got a girl.

No man has a girl back home

when he's talking
to a girl in San Diego.

Look, lady, I'm not
one of those guys.

There are lot of things
that mean more to me

than a few minutes conversation.

See, I'll bet you really
don't have a girl.

I said, I didn't.

Forgive me.
I shouldn't have bothered you.

Miss! I'm sorry.

Sort of hard to explain, but..
Well, being out here for me, I..

Well, I can think.
Things makes sense.

That rat race back there
is almost another world.

What do you think
about, marine?

Think about how I'd like
to write about the war

and-and this city
and-and the guys.

I suppose you think,
I'm off my rocker.

How old are you?

Nineteen.

A completely honest gyrene.
You are one for the books.

You should have said
twenty five to impress me.

Is that a crime
to be nineteen?

Miss! My name is Marion.
Marion Hotchkiss.

You said that you take
this boat often.

Maybe I'll see you again.

Could be.

Give me a bourbon and scotch.

What?

Well, just give
me what that guy's got.

Gonna tell you buddy.

Gonna tell you,
I don't like Huxley.

He's a nice guy.
I know, I know.

But I don't like him, see?

You know, I don't
like this lousy town.

I don't like
the people in it, see?

I like people.

I, I like people
who likes me, see?

All the people here
cares about your money.

A lousy, rotten money.

Did I ever tell you
about Kathy?

She's my girl.

She's a character.
But she's cute.

'Feeling better?'

Where am I?

You better take this.

How did I get here?

You're at the USO.
Some marines dropped you off.

Oh, never again.

Thanks a lot
for... for taking me in.

You better get back to camp.
Sleep it off.

Yeah..

I guess, I'd better.

Thanks again, Miss..

Mrs. Yarborough.

Yeah. Thanks.

Mrs. Yarborough.

Yes.

I was wondering if-if you'd
walk me to the bus depot.

Oh, well. I'm sorry.
I-I'm terribly busy.

Can I ask you something?

I know working
one of these clubs

you hear this all the time
but, uh..

I haven't talked to a woman
for almost six months.

I just thought that..

Wash up.

I'll get my coat.

I had a crush
on a football player one time.

How come you, you live in
San Diego and run the USO club?

USO keeps me busy.

Vernon, Mr. Yarborough is what
you call is a dollar-a-year man.

He tours the Pacific.

He only gets
in a couple of days a month.

I found commuting from Illinois
pretty difficult these days.

So I've sort of become
a Navy wife till the war's over.

Guess you have a pretty fancy
place in Arlington Heights?

It wasn't always that way,
I can tell you.

I come from a family
of nine girls.

Well, let's not fall
into a dirge.

Say, young man, USO has
a hayride every Friday night.

I highly recommend it
instead of getting drunk.

Cigarette?

I..I shouldn't smoke
on the street.

Oh, go on.

I'd better go back.

You're not sorry,
neither am I.

I don't know
what got into me.

I've got to go back.

I'll see you Friday.

Alright, try it.

Nothing comin' in.

I tell ya,
it's completely gone, Mac.

Fix it.

Fix it?

Sir, TBY's on the blink again.

- Well, keep some runners handy.
- They're standing by, sir.

You know, them radio ain't worth
the tubes they are made of?

You feel you are
incapable of operating

with the present equipment?

None of my equipment
would have helped

Custer at Little Bighorn, major.

Sergeant, we're also carrying
small arms from World War I.

Now, I'm not going through
our present equipment roster.

But you keep one thing in mind.

Until we're issued new gear
we'll get 100% efficiency

out of every last piece
we have now.

And what's more, we'll train
these men in such a manner

as to overcome any faults
in the equipment.

- Is that clear?
- Very clear, sir.

Are you the communicator
in this lash-up?

Yes, sir.

Well then start communicating.

That's it.

It's a beautiful story, Marion.

Do you really like it?

Very much.

Rae, I like meeting
you every liberty.

I like talking to you.

Me too.

Rae, lemme tell you something
about my writing these stories.

Just being with you, well,
it's untied a lot of knots.

Don't. Don't.

Uh, don't stop me now.

I-I don't
get this bravery often.

Rae, I just never could write
until I met you.

Does that sound funny?

You're a sweet kid.

You'll be a big writer
some day.

Yeah.

Rae, how about our meeting
in San Diego next liberty?

We can have dinner and take in
a show or something?

Couldn't we go on
just meeting here?

Yeah, but we've been seeing
each other for almost a month.

But it's always been
here on the ferry.

I can't.

What do you mean you can't?

I just can't.

I thought you liked me.

Of course I like you, Marion.

Would I sit here
until dawn every time

you're in if I didn't?

Yeah.

Wanna make a big secret
of it, I..

I guess I'd better shove.

Marion, you'll be here
next liberty?

Yes. I'll be here.

Goodness, that was fun.

I haven't been
on a hayride in years.

Come on in.

May I fix you a drink?

I, uh, I gave it up
for hayrides, remember?

Oh, yes.

If you'll excuse me a minute.
I think I'll freshen up.

This darn hay
is driving me nuts.

Sorry, I, I felt
kind of itchy.

A buddy of mine back
at the base reads a lot, uh..

I'll bet he's read
all those books.

Nice place you got here.

Got a, got a pool too, huh?

Won't you change your mind
about that drink?

I..I guess, I better
shove off for camp.

Will I... will I see
you tomorrow night?

Oh, I shouldn't.

Oh, alright, I'll see you.

You should have fun
like this more often.

I've been too busy.

With all this, I..

I-I guess you have everything.

I've everything I want, Danny.

I had nothing before
I met my husband.

Everything?

You know, I,
I think I will take that drink.

This darn hay
is driving me nuts.

I know how we can
get rid of it.

Let's take a dip in the pool.

I haven't got a suit.

Besides.

Here.

Those are Vernon's, put them on.

I'll be out in a jiffy.

Listen, I gotta get back
to the base.

I'll drive you back.

Oh, don't forget my drink.

Scotch over ice.

If I don't get back on time

I'll be peeling spuds
for the next two years.

What is it, dear?

I said.. Never mind.

'Ready?'

All clear.

For a dollar-a-year man,
I'd say Vernon eats pretty well.

Come on.

Wait a minute, not so fast
I'm liable to lose these.

I call ya.

I'm in.

Alright.

Three aces.

Who owns this deck of cards?

I do.

You're accusing me
of something dishonest?

You got three aces,
I got three aces.

And I got one too.

'Catch him.'

'Catch him. Hey, catch him.'

'I got him.'

Alright, Forrester,
you're relieved.

Wait a minute.

I wanna talk to you.

You know it took me
four years to make PFC.

You made it in three months.

I had you figured
for a bright boy.

But for the last month
you've smelled up

every radio you've operated.

Now, do you wanna tell me
what's going on in San Diego?

It's none of your business.

That is my business
when it affects your work.

And when you go into town
on fake liberty passes.

Who do you think
you're snowing?

Alright, I'll, I'll do better.

You'll have to.

Oh, and there's another thing.

The major got a letter
from you father.

You haven't written
your family in over a month.

I think it might be a good idea
if you let 'em know

whether you're alive or dead.

Are you ordering me to write?

No.

The major's arranged for you to
talk to your family long distance

from the company office
tonight at 8:30.

Sharp. Be there.

Now, go get some chow.

Hello!

Hello?

Son. Uh, hello, son.

Hello, dad.

A-are you alright?

Oh, dad, I'm fine.

Just fine.

Well, is anything wrong
out there?

No, no, I... I'm sorry
about not writing.

I'll get
a letter off tonight.

- We were kind of worried.
- Is mother there?

Uh, no, I sent her to a show,
I wanted to be sure

everything was alright.

O-oh, son, uh,
there's someone here

who wants to talk to you.

Hello, Danny.

Kathy?

Kathy, I..

Danny, I..

It's still
the same way with me.

Oh, kitten, honey, I..

Kitten, I-I love you.

I love you too, Danny.

Major Huxley, sir?

Oh, come in, Mac.

Forrester's furlough papers

are ready
for your signature, sir.

Thank you.

You don't like this, do you?

Giving this boy a furlough?

That's not for me
to decide, sir.

Sit down, Mac.

You and I have been soldiering
for a long time.

Long enough to know that we're
in the loneliest business

in the world.

But these kids..

Mac, a lonely boy
can get into trouble.

And I know that a few weeks
at home can straighten him out.

I think it will too, sir.

We've got to keep in mind
that these kids

aren't professionals,
their reason for being here

is a lot different than ours,
they're wartime people.

But I believe we can make
the kind of marines of them

we've got to have.

It's not the furlough, sir.

Let's have it, Mac.

Sure, major.

May I speak freely?

Please do.

Major Huxley, I've been
soldiering long enough

to know that a commander
can't get involved

in the personal lives
of his men.

Nobody's that strong.

You're gonna end up
tearing your heart out.

Process these papers.

Yes, sir.

Elaine, I'm sorry I'm late.

I should be angry.

I waited last night too.

An hour at the gate.

It was impossible for me
to get liberty.

Is anything wrong?

I said, is anything wrong?

Why didn't you
come last night?

I had to study.

Besides, I... I was broke.

You know that doesn't make
any difference.

It does to me.

We're washed up, aren't we?

It completes the circle.

Danny Forrester,
all-American boy.

I knew you'd catch up
to yourself

sooner or later.

The little girl back home?

Kathy?

Yes.

You think I'm a tramp,
don't you, Danny?

No.

Don't be nice.

Any guy in the world
would be lucky

to have you for a wife.

I guess it's just
one of those things

that... that
wouldn't have happened

if the world
was in it's right senses.

Right senses.

That's the trouble with me.

I've always been
in my right senses.

I'm a clubwoman
in her right senses.

Do you know
what I was going to do

when you told me this?

I was going to make a fight
for you.

For a while there,
nothing mattered to me

my... my home, my husband

the life
I've trained myself for.

Elaine, please don't.

Tonight..

It's farewell?

Maybe I'll... go out
and get drunk.

Maybe some other marine
will... take pity on me.

How about a cup of coffee?

Well, you're up early
this morning.

I came in to see you.

Hmm, didn't think
you'd make it.

Hey, where's your
good-looking buddy?

- You mean Danny?
- Yeah.

I thought I told you
that jerk got lonesome

for his gal
and went back to Baltimore.

Oh, yeah, Baltimore.

That's where the oysters
come from, isn't it?

Yeah, yeah

you know what oysters
are good for, don't you?

Vitamins.

Too bad we haven't got any.

Try some eggs.
They're just as good.

Ruby, why don't you
and me go to Mission Beach?

I'll teach you how to dive.

More tricks?

Yeah.

That sure was good, mom.

Oh, I've heard
such terrible stories

about what they fed you boys

it's a wonder you gained weight.

Well, I'll gather these dishes.

I've got to show the kids
my marine hat

and tell them, you rode home
in a flying fortress.

Well, are you smoking now, son?

Oh, I'm full of vices.

Sure is great to be home, dad.

Well, good to have you back.

Oh, uh... Kathy know
you're home yet?

Well, she wasn't expecting me
till tomorrow.

My catching a plane hop
was kind of lucky.

Hmm... here.

Why don't you take the car
and run over and see her?

Thanks, dad.

Oh, Danny.

Danny, I do love you.

Kathy, Kath..

It's alright, darling,
it's alright.

I'm sorry.

We just got carried away.

Danny... remember the night
we drove out this way

and went swimming
in the moonlight?

Come on, let's take a walk
along the beach.

It looks wonderful.

Hey, Kathy, come back.

Stop actin' like a baby.

Oh, fine marine
you turned out to be.

What's the matter?
You afraid to get your feet wet?

Oh, act your age, will ya?

Oh, come on in,
it's wonderful.

You big sissy.

You're a coward!
You're yellow!

Hey, you got me all wet.

'Chicken!'

Well, I'll show you.

You'll be sorry.

You've got to catch me first!

- Kitten.
- Hmm?

It's getting late,
we better go now.

I don't wanna go.

I don't ever wanna go.

Oh, Danny, we'll be so happy.

You're beautiful.

I just love to look at you.

Oh, Danny.

Am I really beautiful?

I always wanna look
nice for you.

Keep on dreaming, will you?

- Danny.
- What?

Do you like me as well
as that girl in San Diego?

It's alright, darling

I've known about
it all the time.

I knew when you didn't write.

But I don't care.

I've got you now.

There will never
be another girl anymore, Kathy.

Never anyone but you.

I love you.

I love you.

Hector, if you had any gumption

you'd go home
and get your shotgun.

Oh, be quiet, Martha!

I'm gonna see
that the military authorities

take care
of your son, Forrester.

I'll see to it!

I think
you should wait till we get

some sort of an explanation.

They may have been
in an accident.

It's my daughter.
Remember that.

My daughter!

Here they come now,
and he's kissing her.

Uh, Bud, go on upstairs now,
and get ready for school.

Where have you two been?

What have you done, son?
Shame! Shame! Shame!

Kathleen, how could
you have done this...

I'm gonna see
you behind bars for this.

I suggest
we all lower our voices.

Lower my voice nothing,
I'm taking this to court.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

- We didn't do anything wrong.
- Didn't do anything wrong?

Kathy, you and your mother
wait in the car.

Mom, dad, please!

- We were married in Upton.
- What?

- We were married in Upton.
- Married?

You're not even
dry behind the ears yet!

But, Daddy, I love him.

Heaven help us!

Oh, mom.

You sent for me, sir?

Yes, I sent for you.

What have you got
in that radio platoon of yours?

The battalion clowns?

I'm afraid I don't
understand the major.

Well, then the major
will explain.

On every field problem
your boys somehow manage

to get the 3rd Battalion
to lay miles of wire

and then they just sit back
on their keisters

and tap the lines.

Let the other guys
do the work.

Not only that, but they've
practically field stripped

the 1 st Battalion's
radio shack

taking everything
that wasn't nailed down.

While the rest of the regiment

transmits dull, routine
military messages

your boys want to liven up
the party by sending limericks.

They seem to be
under the impression

that we hold field problems

for the sole purpose
of allowing them

to express their poetic souls.

Now, listen to this.

This was decoded yesterday.

This is the answer
weapon's company got back

when they sent through
a request for ammunition.

"There was an old sheikh
from Algiers

who said to his harem,
"My dears you may.."

Well, there's nothing funny
about this.

This is just plain filth.

Yes, sir, I know it is.

The first time
I received that message

was in Shanghai in '31.

A young 2nd lieutenant
sent it to me.

I believe his name
was Huxley, sir.

Well, you ought to have him
show a little discretion.

Tell 'em to use a better code.

If regiment got a hold of this

I might have trouble
explaining it.

I'll square 'em away, sir.

Okay, Mac.

- Oh, Mac.
- Sir?

They're shaping
into a real outfit.

Beginning to look like Marines.

Yes, sir.

- Shipping orders?
- That's it.

Looks like
we'll be shoving off

any day now.

What do you think?

Well, they've come a long way
in the last 30 days.

Of course, we could always
use a little more time.

I'm afraid time is something

we're not going
to be able to buy.

The reports from Guadalcanal
look very bad.

Yeah, I'll get your
working parties organized.

Give them all the liberty
they can handle.

Right.

I guess maybe I ought
to run in to San Diego

a few hours, see the wife.

You better produce all those
broads you been braggin' about.

What do you think
I am? Dishonest?

Don't worry about it,
I'll get 'em there.

The boys are really
gonna start celebrating.

I wish I could go on
and get crocked with them.

Sometimes I'd like
to take off these oak leaves

and be a human being.

Maybe you and I could just
shove off together, Sam.

No, it's not the same thing

as being surrounded
by your buddies.

You know, Wellman

this uniform is the only thing

that's ever really
meant anything to me..

Except Jean.

I haven't been able
to give her much of a life.

She's married to a Marine, Sam.

Hm.

It's these last days I hate.

The anticipation starts
and we both get quiet.

I'll come in,
she'll... set the table.

We'll talk of small things,
pretending nothing's wrong.

And then when
the ship's loaded..

Standing by..

Every morning
when I leave her

neither of us knowing
whether maybe

this is the last time.

Then I... I go back again
that evening.

That look on her face
when I open the door..

Then we start pretending
all over again.

Pretending that
nothing's happening.

But in the middle
of the night, she'll..

She'll cry.

She'll go into the next room
so I won't hear.

I guess we should be
used to it by now.

What is it
that makes a woman..

Go on loving a man..

That she can't even claim
belongs to her?

Hold on a minute, honey.

Quiet, you guys, this dame
will think we're drunk!

Baby, listen, honey

why don't you
pick up a couple of gals

and come over to the club?

I wanna propose a toast!

To the best outfit
in the Marine Corps.

Uh, Huxley's Hookers!
Come on!

'Now, you're a real outfit.'

And a toast to the girl who
ain't able to be with us today

on our last beer bust,
good old Danny Forrester.

I'll drink to that kid!

I'm not going to drink
to that jerk!

- Why not?
- Getting himself married!

Wouldn't listen
to old Andy, huh?

Wait till he gets
in tomorrow, just wait!

- You should try it too.
- At ease, at ease, at ease!

Me and my faithful
Indian companion here

have done
got a terrific idea.

We think that
we should all make a vow

to have a reunion
when this here war is over!

I think that's the most
beautiful idea I ever heard!

We also think
that we should be

blood brothers,
real blood brothers!

'Cause, well,
blood brothers is thicker

than, uh, than beer brothers.

Most beautiful idea
I ever heard.

Speedy, the knife.

So's we can all
cut our thumbs

and shake like a Navajo.

'Right in the meaty part.'

'Cut it up, go on,
cut it! Cut.'

Well, I guess
this is not gonna work.

It's a good idea,
but it's just...

'Okay, brother,
let's have some blood.'

Let's do it first thing
in the morning..

Come on right over.

Bartender, bring them brews!

Hey, did you get
those broads?

Did I get them?
They'll be right over.

But remember, you guys

lay off my personal babe,
She's mine.

Wait till you see this number.
She's as good as she looks.

Hey, Marion, come on,
drink up, will ya.

Joe's got some broads
coming over

with his personal
recommendation... huh!

This guy don't drink,
he don't smoke

he don't go out with women
what's he live for?

'He lives
for the Marine Corps, kid.'

Oh, ho, ho!
Live it up, live it up!

'Live for the Corps..'

Hey, the broads
have finally landed!

'Hi, baby, how are you?'

Sit down, I'll get you
a bottle of bourbon.

Harry, double bourbon!

Here she is, boys,
the only gal who can make

a Jerry lose his marbles.

'Spanish Joe's babe!'

Rae?

Marion.

I..

Marion?

Now, what's the matter
with him?

Shut up!

See what happens
when you fall for one dame?

Easy, Marion, easy,
take it easy.

November 1942,
11 months after Pearl Harbor

our battalion dropped anchor
in Wellington Bay.

The fighting men of New Zealand

the Kiwis of the Anzac forces

were far away
in the Middle East.

While here at home
their courageous little country

was armed with not much more
than pitchforks.

And it was, "Condition Black

enemy invasion anticipated."

At Camp McKay, 30 miles
outside of Wellington

we set up for business.

From here on out
we would be racing

against the clock to get ready.

For on another island,
miles to the north

our buddies
of the 1st Marine Division

have taken the first step
of the long road back.

Major, whoever drew up
this training schedule is wacky.

It calls for a hike tonight
and a 25-mile hike tomorrow.

That's right.
I drew up that schedule.

Oh... but these boys
have been cooped up

aboard ship for three weeks,
they want to see

some of this new country,
that's a bit rough.

It's gonna get a lot rougher
where we're going, Wellman.

First we're gonna get
this camp shipshape.

And we're gonna
work out the kinks

before anybody gets liberty.

Yes, sir.

High Pockets had promised
he'd work the kinks out of us

and believe me,
he kept his promise.

The field problems
ran day and night.

We were on the move
from dawn to dusk

and back to dawn.

Ready to move out, sir.

Let's go.

And it was ten long days

before he eased up
and gave us liberty.

The wonderful people
of New Zealand

loved the cocky kids
in green.

And to us, well,
it was almost like home.

He's full of whiskey and donuts.

Look, buddy, you got to
stop acting like this

you'll get shipped out
of this outfit.

Marion snapped out of it,
come on.

He's right, Ski,
you smell up the network

every time you're on radio.

- Wise up to yourself!
- Go on.

Get out of here,
you guys slobber over me

like I'm a 10 year old,
go on, leave me alone.

Yeah, sober him up
on that stuff

before the MPs get to him.

What would you like, please?

I'd like a cup of joe

and, uh, one of them there,
uh, Crumpet things.

My name's Andy Hookens,
I didn't catch yours.

I didn't throw it.

Nice country you got here,
I'm from Washington.

Washington state, that is.

Not to be confused
with the capitol.

Oh, yes, I know,
lots of trees in Washington.

And you're looking at the boy
who chopped most of them down.

A modest Yank.

Well, well. Excuse me.

Uh, don't flit off
again, honey.

I'd, uh, like
some more coffee.

Are you persistent too?

I never let go.

You're fighting
a losing battle, you know.

Story of my life.

You can't score
with that one, buddy.

Just move over
about four stools

and give me
some operating room.

That's Pat Rodgers,
Mrs. Pat Rodgers.

'Shouldn't let that
scare you, junior.'

Are you still here?

You know, you're,
uh, hurting my morale

I've met nothing
but nice people here.

Aren't you gonna
be nice to me too?

- You're fresh.
- And lonesome too.

I was just thinking
of a nice, quiet evening

of... uh, movies and dancing,
does that ring a bell?

Uh-uh, oh, but there are lots

of lovely girls
about the canteen

who would be dying to know
what you could do with a tree.

Would you like me
to introduce you to one?

Uh, no, I've met one.

'Hey, Andy!'

We're shovin' off, come on.

You better go
with your friends

you'll miss your train.

You, uh, seem to know
the schedule.

Well, nice try, Andy,
no harm done, huh?

No harm done.

Nice knowing you, Pat.

Coffee's cheaper than beer
I think I'll make another try

next liberty.

It won't do you any good.

Let's go. Come on.

You guys get him
back to camp, huh?

What are you gonna do?

Tell you about it later.

Hey, slow down.

Softy!

Oh, Andy,
I had a wonderful time.

I haven't been to the cinema in
weeks, we'll do it again soon.

Mind if I come up for a cup
of coffee or something?

Oh, it's awfully late.

Andy, please don't ruin it.

- Come on, cut the act.
- I beg your pardon?

We've been sparring around
long enough.

I think you'd better go.

Oh, really, first date in years,
what do you take me for?

You're not different
than any other woman.

Please, please, go.

You're putting
on a good show, Pat.

What have you been doing
with the Marines in town?

Pining your heart
out for your husband

while he's sweating
it away in North Africa?

I know you're married.

My husband was killed
in El Alamein.

Topeka white.

Fox Company? Yes, sir.

Who's Pat Rodgers?

What?

I read codes, you know.

Danny, I wanna
ask you something.

Have you ever
apologized to anyone?

Now, what kind
of a stupid question is that?

Well, what I mean
to say, you see is..

You do something you're real
sorry for and then go

and say you're real sorry.

- 'You know what I mean?'
- Yeah.

You ever apologized
to a broad?

Sure, lots of times. Why?

Nothing. Nothing,
I just wondered.

I'm just wondering.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

- Hi.
- I'm warning you, yank.

- Keep away from me.
- I'd like to talk to you.

I don't want anything
more to do with you.

Now, please leave me alone.

Look, I came here
to say something to you

and I'd like to say it
and I want you to listen.

Well, make it quick.

Pat, I've... never apologized
to anyone for anything

as long as I've lived.

I've never said
I'm sorry for anything.

But I'm saying
I'm sorry to you.

I feel real bad..

And I couldn't rest easy.

I'm very very sorry, Pat.

That's all I wanted to say.

Well, that was nice, Andy.

We all make mistakes,
you know.

I don't expect you'd care
to go out with me again.

I don't blame you.

I won't bother you anymore.

Andy?

There's a good film
at the Majestic.

Talk about your iron men,
these kids are tougher.

They're a new metal.

We ought to call it,
Huxley's Harlots.

Yeah, I think they'll be able

to take care
of themselves alright now.

Excuse me, sir.

Request permission
to dismiss the troops, sir.

Well, what's your rush?

Liberty train for Wellington

leaves in 30 minutes, sir.

Are you gonna take off
with the kids

or do you wanna stay
in camp with us old men?

I think I'll go
with the kids, sir.

Maybe I can scare up
an old woman.

- Alright, turn 'em loose.
- Thank you, sir.

Dismissed!

Marion, here's that book
you lent me.

I couldn't go it.

"Hamlet" reminds me
of an uncle of mine in Dayton.

You know..

Is that a letter from home?

No, it's from Rae.

Oh, the girl
in the ferryboat?

I didn't know
you two were writing.

I haven't... she has ever since
we left the states.

Almost like, I'm the guy
that really counts.

She even left San Diego.

She's a secretary in a defense
plant up near San Francisco now.

- Mac.
- Hmm?

You've kicked around a long time.

What would you
do in my shoes?

I don't know, Marion.

You're the only guy
that can answer that.

I've seen a lot of funny things

happen on this lash-up.

I've seen girls like Rae.

And I know marines
who took a chance on them

and married them.

Most of the time
it worked out okay.

Yeah.

They're a funny breed, kid.

They find the right man
they can..

Give them the love
and the understanding

that all of us want
but few of us get.

The guy has to be a big man.

He's gotta erase an awful lot
of ugly pictures from his mind.

- Gomez, come here.
- Oh, hi, Mac.

- Where'd you get them ribbons?
- Army-Navy store.

Well, take them off before
the shore patrol locks you up.

Strike me,
look at the medals on the bloke.

He must've been everywhere!
Eh, marine?

This boy has been around, buddy.

You see this one here?

Silver Star. I won it
for gallantry on Guadalcanal.

I'll never forget
that day as long as I live.

Me and my boys
were on this patrol, see

over the Kokumbana river
near Tassafaronga point.

And what happens, I get lost
from the rest of the men.

So I come to this clearing, see,
it's blazing hot.

120 in the shade,
sweat gushing off of me.

'When all of a sudden, boom!
Everything hit the fan.'

The roof fell in, they must've
thought I was a general

or something,
Japs popped up from everywhere.

I peer over to my left,
and what do you think I see?

- Well, what was it?
- What was it?

A Jap machine gun lookin'
right down my throat.

That's what it was.

Blimey! What did you do?

So I look for a fast exit
but there in back of me

three Japs
with automatic rifles.

Gracious goodness, go on, go on.

'And to top it off, a Jap sniper
sat in the treetop.'

Makes me shudder to think of it.

'What happened?
What happened?'

So I say to myself, "Joe,
a hundred broads in Chicago

to St. Louis will
be grieving this day."

There was nothing
for me to do

but to lower my head and charge!

Out with it! What happened?

What happened?

I got killed.

I've been had.

Well, I'll see you, kid.

Mac... thanks.

Dear Rae, it was good
to hear from you again.

On Thanksgiving, the whole
outfit got three-day passes.

And we headed for Wellington,
all except Andy.

He disappeared.

We found out later
that Pat had invited him

to her father's farm,
outside Masterton.

Well, now, has my daughter
shown you all of the farm?

Oh, yes, and I never knew there
could be a place like this, sir.

Well, you come with me, I got
something I want to show you.

You want to come along, Patty?

Oh, no, I'll help
mama with dinner.

Come on, Hank.

What do you think
of him, mother?

Why, he's built like a bull.

What kind of a soldier
did you say he was?

Oh, he's not a soldier,
he's a Marine.

A Marine?

Oh, yes,
they call them roughnecks.

Oh, no, no, leathernecks.

Well, you'd need a horse's
collar to get around him.

Patty is a mite touchy about
what I'm gonna show you

but she loves this land as all
of us Rogers do, that I know.

Running off way to Wellington
proved nothing to the contrary.

When the wire came about
her husband, she just left us.

Just couldn't get
adjusted to herself.

Then when her brother Timmy
was killed

she didn't seem
to want to ever return.

This land was bought for Timmy.

I suppose the land
belongs to Patty now.

My son planted that axe
before he went away.

He said he'll return
one day and clear this land.

I'm afraid the axe
is frozen, Andy.

You handle that axe
just like my son, Timmy.

As I was saying, Andy,
life, it is simple.

Not much like your America.

A good wife, a good pipe,
a good dog, a piece of land.

It's the only way to live.

I hope you don't mind
the old clan busting in tonight

but we haven't seen Patty
in a long time.

'And we need cause
to gather now and then.'

They were all wonderful, sir.
I hope they liked me.

Yank, they loved you.

It's not a happy
lot for us, Andy.

So many of our boys gone.

Oh, heh, come along old girl.

Let's turn in and give
the young folks a chance

before the log dies out.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Pat, we're leaving
New Zealand soon.

I want you to know one thing.

I'm glad I came here

and I'm glad I found you.

You don't know how fouled up
I am inside me.

It's a kind of a thing a guy
can't shake overnight.

The only women I ever knew
were in the halls

of the lumber towns.

And maybe it's a good thing
about us leavin'.

Maybe, I can get
myself squared away.

I know how scared
you are over losing

your husband and your brother.

Do you suppose you'll ever
come back to New Zealand?

You never tell
about the marines

here today and gone tomorrow.

Oh, Andy, stop.

We both know
you'll never come back.

Oh, this rotten war.

Look I, I know we're
just friends and all that

but would you write me?

I, uh, never get letters
like the other guys.

Would you write me?

I mean nothing to tie you down

stuff about the-the farm
and your family.

Things like that.

Would you?

I'll write you.

Pat, I never knew there could
be a place like this

or people so nice,
like your family.

Honey, could I?

Oh, no, Andy, no. No.

We mustn't. We mustn't.

Don't be angry with me, Andy.

'I'm not angry, Pat.'

'I understand, honey.'

- Goodnight.
- 'Goodnight.'

Time had run out.

Christmas Eve, 1942,
services were held

in a warehouse,
on the Wellington docks.

♪♪ All is calm ♪♪

♪♪ All is bright ♪♪

♪♪ Round yon virgin ♪♪

♪♪ Mother and child ♪♪

♪♪ Holy infant so ♪♪

♪♪ Tender and mild ♪♪

♪♪ Sleep in heavenly peace ♪♪

♪♪ Sleep in heavenly peace ♪♪♪♪

Afterwards we boarded
the transports

known as the Unholy Four.

And steamed from Wellington Bay
full of fight.

And confident that we would
soon be storming a beachhead.

A week later we dropped anchor
in Skylark Channel

off an island
known as Guadalcanal.

And then we got the word.

There would be no beachhead
here for Huxley's battalion.

Our assignment,
a dirty mop-up campaign.

As marines we took it
like any other order

but underneath it was a blow to
the pride of Huxley's Harlots.

Battle weary marines
of the 1st Division

after five months
jungle fighting

stood by on the beach
to be relieved.

Say, what town is this, cousin?

Guadalcanal, buster.

I didn't catch the name
of your fine lookin' outfit.

The fighting 6th Marines.

Well, well, well.

Hey, boys!
Strike up the band!

'Huxley's Hookers
finally got here.'

Hey, uh, sarge,
where's the nearest gin mill?

What do you guys think this is?
A convention?

Fall in on the double!
Facin' me, column of three!

Snap it up! Cover up!

We've had some casualties, sir.

Evacuate 'em to the beach.

- Call them in, Mac.
- On the road! Let's go!

There were only
a few actual skirmishes

with the elusive Japanese.

Our main enemy
became the jungle.

The mosquitoes
and the land crabs.

Malaria, yellow jaundice
and fungus.

The blistering sun
and the tropical downpours.

For a month we played
cat and mouse

with the remnants
of the Japanese force.

And then at last we cornered
them on an end of the island.

And brought an end to organized
resistance on Guadalcanal.

We boarded ship again and
sailed south for Wellington.

We were a dog-tired crew
but there hadn't been much

of a fight to talk about.

Perhaps the greatest wound
of all had been to our pride.

As the green hills
of New Zealand

appeared on the horizon
we eagerly anticipated

renewing old friendships.

And for some,
seeing loved ones again.

Hello, Pat.

I went down to the canteen,
you weren't there.

Well, don't stand there,
come on in.

We knew your regiment was back

but it was so difficult
to get any information.

I didn't know
when to expect you.

Andy, do sit down.
I have some tea ready.

We no sooner
than dumped our gear

then they gave
us ten days' leave.

I got myself a hotel room
here in Wellington.

Andy, you don't look well.

The heat. I'm alright.

Battalion lost
a couple of dozen guys.

Remember Ski? He got it.

I guess he didn't want
to live anyhow, though.

A lot of the guys
are sick and wounded.

We'll be okay
in a couple of weeks though.

Oh, did you burn yourself?

I shouldn't have filled it
so full.

No, I'm-I'm alright. I'm
j-just a, just a little shaky.

Guadalcanal
must have been frightful.

I shan't ask you about it.

Well, I got me a leave.

Three months furlough.

I-I mean three months
back pay.

I-I think I'll take me
in some of the country.

Well, you look as though
you could do

with a bit of a rest.

Why don't you go to the farm?

Oh, I don't wanna go
to the farm.

I feel so hot in these.

Andy..

I think you might have
malaria, Andy.

No, no,
I'd-I'd know malaria.

You're, you're burning up.

Andy, let me call a cab
and get you to a hospital.

I'm not goin' to a hospital.

Don't be so obstinate, Andy.

I'm not gonna spend
my furlough in a hospital.

Just call me a cab

I'll go to my hotel
and sweat it out.

I'll call you
in a couple of days.

- Andy...
- I'll be alright.

Please, please let me take you
to a hospital.

Oh, I'm freezin', honey.

I-I'm getting
those chills again.

I'm freezing.

Get me a blanket.

Ski! Ski!

Run for it!
Ski!

Run for it, Ski!
Run for it.

Run for it, Ski.

Run for it, Ski. Run..

Ski, run for it.
Ski, run for it.

Run for it, Ski. Run.

Ski, Ski, run.
Run, run.

'Pat?'

How long have I been here?

Three days.

I'm sorry, honey.

I must say, you gave me
a bit of a fright.

You look all beat.
Did you get any sleep?

I caught a wink or two.

You've been through hell.

Pat..

Nobody's ever done anything
like this for me before.

Andy..

Andy, I was so frightened.

I'm not keeping any more
lamps in the window

or waiting for any more
ships in the bay.

This war has done me in.

I want you while you're here.

That's all that matters,
that's all.

It's not right for you
to talk like that.

Andy, you're here
and you're safe.

I can have you
for a little while.

That's all that matters to me

is this day and this minute.

I'm tired, Andy.

I'm tired of living in fear.

Congratulations.

Well, I can thank my boys
for these.

Oh, one sour note.

Mac's boys are acting up again.

More limericks.

'Fox Company.'

Get Mac up here, please.

'Yes, sir.'

Come on, what are you trying
to hide now?

We made a suicide pact
we wouldn't let you see this.

Let's have it.

"Report on the eighth
Marines' Hike to Foxton."

Let's see, now.

"Sixty miles to Foxton.
Concrete highway.

"Bivouac in the field.
Trucks drove them back to camp.

Twenty hours marching time."

Why, Great Scott,
Wellman, that's no record.

Our battalion can cut hours
off of that time.

- Ziltch.
- I knew you'd say that.

Get this to Message Center

to inform
all company commanders.

The first Battalion's
already scheduled a hike.

But you know I think
it's a little bit soon for us

to attempt a 60 mile hike
with full packs.

If you ask me, it's just
what the doctor ordered.

We'll crack the eighth's record,
you can take my word for that.

And as far as
the first Battalion goes

they haven't seen the day that
we couldn't hike them

into the ground.

Come in, Mac.

Well, get with operations
on that, Jim.

- They can start typin' it out.
- Aye.

I understand
those boys of yours

have been getting
poetic again.

What's more just because
I gave permission

to build a clubhouse.

I didn't okay
your goin' around

stealing every loose
board in camp.

Well, I guess they're just red
blooded American boys, colonel.

How did you find out
I made lieutenant colonel?

I just heard
about that myself.

Communicator's job
is to communicate, sir.

Oh, well, you tell

those red blooded
American boys of yours.

They better enjoy that
company dance tonight

because after that...

We know all about
that too, sir.

You know all about what?

The coming 60 mile hike
to Foxton.

My outfit handles
Message Center too.

Get out of here.

Yes, sir.

Heh!

Oh, Colonel Huxley.
Sir. Ha ha.

Your Honor, I'd like
to have you meet

some of the ladies that we're,
uh, dancing with.

This is, uh, uh, well, I seem
to have forgotten her name

but if you just
make yourself at home.

I'll run over
and get us some more beer.

Heh. Just settle down,
right there.

Hello, Pedro.

Incidentally, uh,
congratulations

on your Silver Star

Gracias,
my story writing friend.

Like I was telling you
girls, we've got

the best sergeant
and the best outfit

and not only that
we have the very best

colonel in the entire...

Excuse me, colonel.

Have you seen the view
from the terrace, sir?

I'd like to have you
see it, sir.

If you'll excuse me.

What is this, Mac?

The view's best
from over here, sir.

Compliments of those red blooded
American boys of yours, sir.

A little, uh,
fuel for Foxton.

Yes, sir.

Sir!
Colonel Huxley!

Colonel Huxley,
uh, Mrs-Mrs. Rogers.

- Sergeant Mac, Mrs. Rogers.
- Glad to know you.

- Beautiful night, isn't it?
- Uh.

- Nice, nice dance we're having.
- Mac, Andy, come on!

These New Zealand girls
want to hear our marching song.

Let's go. Come on.

Excuse me, sir.
Excuse me, Pat.

Well, so,
you're Andy's girl, huh?

I've heard an awful lot
about you.

I'll never know
how that big lumberjack

ever ran into such a
wonderful streak of luck.

And you're High Pockets.

Oh, excuse me,
Colonel Huxley.

No, that's alright.

I don't mind the High Pockets

as long as they don't call me
the old man.

Oh, I should be very angry
if they called you the old man.

As a matter of fact,
your men adore you.

Well, I-I don't think

I'd go quite that far,
Mrs. Rogers, but thank you.

- My name is Pat.
- Well, thank you, Pat.

No, don't, uh,
don't go in just yet.

Please.

I don't get an opportunity
like this very often

to talk to such an
attractive young lady.

Must be wretched
being a colonel

and having to keep yourself
isolated from your men.

Well, I see you have a knack

for reading people's minds.

You must be
a very wise girl, Pat.

It's not hard
to see a lonely person

even though
he is surrounded by 900 Marines.

I imagine you know
what it's like to be homesick.

Well, I-I didn't realize
it showed.

Would you like to see...

Your children?

N-No, uh, no,
we have no children.

This is my wife.

Oh.

Oh, she's lovely.

I know how you must miss her.

Well, Jean has a lot in common
with you New Zealand girls.

This war has done that.

You're all
soldiers' wives here.

It's funny, she could always
read my mind too.

In a great many ways,
you remind me of my wife.

Well, I'm sorry, did..

Did I say something wrong?

I'm not fit to remind you
of your wife, colonel.

I'm so ashamed.

I can't use the war
as an excuse anymore

I know that.

But this one chance with Andy

I thought it would mean
happiness.

It was a straw
and I grabbed for it.

I see.

Well, I didn't, uh..

Pat, you're not the only person
in this world

who ever grabbed for a straw.

We all do it sometime
in our lives.

But in our mind,
in our conscience

we have to find out
for ourselves

what we can live with
and what we can't live with.

You're the only one
who can make that decision.

Nice dance, wasn't it, honey?

I won't be able to see you
for three or four days.

We're hiking up to Foxton.

Andy, we've got something
to talk about.

It'll keep till morning.
I'm tired.

It won't keep, Andy.

I'm calling it off
between us.

What'd you say?
I don't think I get ya.

It's all over, Andy.

Honey, what are you
talkin' about?

Are you, are you nuts?

What have I done?
What have I done?

I don't want a scene, please.

Pat, you're talking crazy.

Andy, I know what
you may think of me.

I can't do anything about it,
it's too late now.

But I'm just not cut out
for this sort of thing.

'I was miserably mistaken to
think I could live like this.'

'Whatever you may think
is right.'

It doesn't matter anymore.
It just doesn't matter.

Pat, I'm crazy about you.

Oh, Andy, please.
I don't want a showdown.

I'm not asking
anything from you

I just want you to go.

You think I can stay
in this country

and know you're here
and not be able to see you.

Don't shout.
I know this is sudden.

You're shocked
and you're hurt.

But you're liable to say
something that you'll regret.

I'm regretting nothing
and I'm not leaving.

- I love you, honey.
- Don't say that, Andy.

You know you don't mean it.

Honey, I could never leave you,
I love you.

I got an idea.
Let's get married.

Let's get married as soon as
I get back from Foxton.

I know how you feel
about the war, honey

but us Swedes are tough,
I-I'll make it.

I know I'll make it.

We got to take a chance.

Oh, Andy..

- Andy, I'm so frightened.
- Honey, I'll see the chaplain.

A lot of red tape, but I know
I can get it squared away.

Pat, I ain't never been
so happy in my life.

- Andy.
- What, honey? Huh?

If we have a little boy..

Would you mind terribly

if we named him Timmy,
after my brother?

- Are we gonna have a baby?
- Mm-hmm.

We're gonna have a baby?

Yes, Andy.

Why didn't you tell me, honey?

I didn't wanna hold you
that way.

Honey, you-you'd have
let me go?

You'd have sent me
away, honey.

You'd have done that for me?

Andy, I've loved you
a long, long time.

What other decision
could I make?

At least I knew
I had something

this war couldn't take away
from me.

Hut, two, three, four.
Hut, two, three, four.

Column, right, huh.

- How far we goin'?
- About 60 miles.

Boy, I wonder where
we goin' to bed down tonight.

Wherever it is,
you'll be alone.

From the moment
we left the camp gate

we knew that High Pockets
meant business.

The pace never slackened
through a torrent of rain

and a long, black night.

The sun felt good
the next morning

but the rain had taken
its toll.

Wet feet and hard dirt
aren't teammates.

There must have been 10,000
blisters in the column.

In 17 hours marching time
the column stood on a hill

overlooking Foxton.

Hold up the column!

And it would be
a cold day in July

before anyone
cracked this record.

There's the first Battalion.
Looks like they just got in.

'Didn't they leave camp
the day before we did?'

Sir, we just radioed down
the first Battalion down there.

We beat their time
by five hours.

And it looks like we beat the
eighth Marines record by three.

Their trucks are comin' up
tomorrow

to take 'em back to McKay.

Don't you think
maybe we rate priority?

How about it, Sam?

Our boys should ride back first
after the job they turned in.

Company commanders,
take charge!

Alright, Meiskar, Clark,
Kreb, out!

Hookens, over here.

Gomez, set up there.

Smoking lamp is lit!

Excuse me, sir.

Corporal Forrester requests
permission to speak to you.

Alright.

Stand easy.
What's on your mind?

Sir, I-I know
this is out of line

but we haven't got much time
and I just...

Get to the point.

Well, sir, PFC Andy Hookens
is in bad shape.

His feet are all bloody

I think he's got
a touch of the bug.

He refuses to turn in.

Could you intervene
and send him back by truck

with the first Battalion?

You're way out of line.

That's for Sick Bay to decide.

I don't grant special favors
to any man you know that.

- Colonel Huxley...
- Just a minute, Mac.

You know this is out of order.
Now, let's have the real reason.

Sir, Hookens and Pat Rogers
wanna get married.

'The scuttlebutt has it
we're shipping out'

'as soon as we get back
to McKay.'

Well, If he has to wait
for those first battalion trucks

to deliver them and come back

here for us
he ain't gonna have time.

Not with all the red tape
they have to go through.

Request denied.

- Thank you, sir.
- Mac.

Tell Major Wellman
to form up the battalion.

We're moving out.

Yes, sir.

Have you gone mad?

I've stood by through
all your torture sessions

and never said a word
but this time

I'm putting my foot down.

Don't put it down too hard.
It's probably sore.

Why won't you wait
for the trucks?

You can't hike these men
back to Camp McKay.

They've only had three hours
rest. They're bushed.

'Twenty men dropped out
coming up here.'

'You'll hospitalize
the entire battalion.'

Alright, so I'm just a
wartime officer

but I know where
humanity ends.

I watched you
hike these boys back

all the way from the
front lines on Guadalcanal

just because
you wanted to prove

to the army
how tough you were.

I'm not only gonna hike
'em back

but we're gonna break
our own record.

What you are trying to prove?

You haven't got a drop of
human blood in your veins.

Do you think that
enemy out there

is gonna show us any humanity?

We're in a war, Wellman.

Yes, I'll drive 'em
and I'll drive myself.

But when we go into battle
again not one of my boys

is gonna die because
he's a straggler.

Not one's gonna die
because he's weak.

Get out of my outfit
if you can't take it.

I'll make it back
if you will.

Company commander,
get your men on their feet.

We're moving out. Pass the word
to the other companies.

Aye, sir.

Alright, on your feet!
Saddle up!

On your feet!

Boy, I could sure go
for a cold glass of beer.

- Shut up!
- Fine.

Why don't we keep going?

Every time I stop,
I get these shootin' pain.

At least I'm good
and numb while we're hiking.

I'm gonna keep on my feet
as long as Huxley does.

Same here.

We're only one day
from McKay.

Ah. Speak to me.

Alright.
Let's hit the road!

On your feet!

Count up!

Come on, kid.
On your feet.

You ain't gonna get married
out here.

Our feet were pounded
into numbness.

The packs cut deep
into our shoulders.

But the murderous cadence
never let up.

The stronger ones
kept the weaker ones going.

Pass the word back.

We're pickin' up the pace.

Alright!
Pass the word back!

We're speedin' up the pace!

Keep it closed up back there!

High Pockets has gone crazy.

Bet he drops before we do.

You laying any odds
on that, cousin?

Then, as a man, the whole
battalion became obsessed

with a single thought.

To keep marching, pushing
Huxley until he fell

flat on his face.

Ten kilometers from Camp McKay.

It might as well have been
a 100.

We were whipped.

If we hit that road again,
I'm droppin' out.

That makes two of us.
How about you?

I don't know.
I honestly don't know.

I think I'll sit right here

and wait for them
big bloodhound buses.

I ain't blaming any man
in this squad

for droppin' out right now.

But I'm getting back to McKay
if I gotta go there

on my hands and knees.

We're finished, Sam.

I don't know
what's held them up,

but if we try this
last ten kilometers

we'll lose
half the battalion.

I know what's held them up.

They'll hike
because they're mad.

And what's more, they won't quit
because they're mad.

We'll make that last piece
on our feet.

You're mistaken,
we'll need a miracle.

We may have that too
in just about a minute.

Well, if you men
wanna sit and cry

with the first Battalion tonight

I'll have them send back
those trucks for you.

A lot of people in this division
don't believe we can make it.

But what do you think?

Now, when we hit
that camp gate.

Let's give 'em a look
at the best outfit in the Corps!

Left face!

Column left! Hut!

Come in.

- Hello, Mac.
- Sir, how are you?

What are you doin',
spyin' for Father McHale?

No, sir, I leave that to G-2.

Captain, I want you to meet
two men from my outfit.

This is Corporal Forrester
and PFC Hookens.

Hookens got a little problem.

Well that's what
I'm here for.

Sit down, boys.

What seems to be
your problem?

Well, sir, that picture on
the bulletin board out there

it's a dead ringer
for my girl, sir.

Hmm.
Hookens, of course.

Colonel Huxley called me
from Foxton.

He said that you'd be
stammering around here.

He also said that
girl's much too good for you.

I won't argue that, sir.

Heh. Well it looks like
I've been blackmailed.

You know the colonel said that
if I didn't get you two hitched

without this red tape
he'd-he'd take his battalion

to Father McHale.

Everything's been
arranged, Andy.

Three day passes
for your squad.

Man in the loan office said
just sign there.

You've got orders
from the colonel

to get over to Wellington
on the double.

- Yes, sir!
- Okay.

- Thank you, sir.
- Bye, Mac.

- Blood brother.
- Thanks.

Ladies and gentlemen,
please wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

A Marine toast
to Pat and Andy.

Hey.

Come on, boy!

It was a wonderful wedding
and wonderful party.

And a terrible headache
the next morning.

Two days later we were ordered
to break camp and board ship

'Wait a minute.'

Mac wants you
on a work detail.

- Take the detail.
- Now, just hold it.

Don't blow your top.
Who do you think you are?

Everyone in this outfit's
been knocking

themselves out for you.

Squad's giving up
their liberty every night

just so you could get ashore.

- Remind me to send them medals.
- Why don't you wise up?

What's the matter?
Are you yellow?

Want me to break you in half?

Stop feeling
sorry for yourself.

I've been living
with letters for 13 months.

There's nothing
we can do about it.

That's what you think.

May I come in? Please.

I should've phoned you,
but I didn't have time.

Pat, we've got a problem.

It's been reported to me
Andy plans to desert.

I didn't stop him from
jumping ship, I could have.

I can have him
taken back in irons now.

But I don't want that.

I want that boy to come back

to his ship
on his own two feet.

It's been extremely
difficult for me many times

but I've had
to discipline myself

never to interfere in
the personal affairs of my men.

This is one time I'm forced to.
I have no choice.

'I like you too much.'

'As Andy's commanding officer'

'I certainly can't
sanction this behavior.'

As a man, I do understand it.

Pat, you've done
a lot for this boy.

You've given him
his place in life.

You can't let him
betray himself now.

Betray him to what,
Colonel Huxley, his grave?

I haven't forgotten
about another boy.

A boy who was buried
at El Alamein.

Do you think you and Andy
could ever live in peace?

This would destroy both of you
even if you got away with it.

Oh, I knew
this was going to happen.

Why did I let it?

Colonel, where is our war?

Tell me, why do
I have to give him up?

- 'Tell me.'
- Pat, he's a man.

He has a job to do.

And you're
no different than millions

of other women in this war.

'You know what you have to do.'

Oh, Andy, hold me.

Hold me tightly,
darling. Hold me.

Honey, you're all upset.
I'm here now. I'm-I'm here.

I'm not going back to the ship.

I said I'm not going back.

I expected it.

We can make it, honey,
I got it all figured out.

Well, I got a place
in Ngaio where I can hide.

Then we'll make a run for it.

Fly to South Island,
maybe Australia.

Three or four years,
we can come back.

Alright, Andy.

- You mean it, honey?
- Mm-hmm.

- You really mean it?
- Yes, Andy.

We'd best pack right away.

I'd better
not take your radio.

What do you mean?

You don't want to hear it
when your battalion lands.

Pat?

What will we
call the baby, Andy?

We should have
a nice, common name.

We won't be able
to give him our own, you know.

Oh, well, let's not
worry about that too much.

Cut it out.

We'll have to change our own
name every month anyway.

We should start out
with Smith, Andy.

We'll call the baby Joe Smith.

It's a pretty name,
isn't it, Joe Smith?

You're just trying
to get me all riled up.

No, no, Andy,
I'll go with you.

What do we owe
this lousy war?

What do we owe the Marines?

Each other.

You don't care any for me.

You'll have your baby.
That's all you want.

How dare you speak
to me like that?

How dare you?

I didn't mean it, Pat.

I didn't mean it.
I'm just going out of my mind.

- Andy.
- I didn't mean it.

If that's what you want,
I'll go.

I must be crazy, Pat.

Crazy to even ask
for something like this.

I-I'd never be able
to look my kid in the face.

I'd lose you too.

I-I don't know why I ever asked.

I better get back to the ship.

I'll go with you.

No, I better go alone.

Do you love me, Pat?

Very much, Andy,
very, very much.

You'll write to me, won't you?

And don't worry none
if you don't hear from me

being aboard ship and all.

Take good care
of yourself and the baby.

Get up to the farm.

If we're lucky,
we'll get back here soon.

But I'll be back, honey,
I'll be back as soon as I can.

You're not sorry about us?

No.

Just..

Just tell me once more
how you love me.

Oh, I love you, Andy.

I love you.

Tarawa, a name to go
down with Bunker Hill

Gettysburg and the Alamo.

Every man in Huxley's
battalion had been positive

that this time we'd lead
the division into the beach.

And then the word came through.

We were being used
as the mop-up boys again.

The also-rans.

Sealed in the hulls of our ship

while ashore the rest of
the division fought the battle.

When the smoke had
cleared and what was

left of the division
limped off

they again told Huxley that he must

find the elusive remnant
of the Japanese garrison

who this time, were hidden
in 45 miles of island atolls.

We cornered them in the last
island after a four day chase

and in a brief skirmish, we
closed the chapter on Tarawa.

Our casualties were light.

But on a remote
coral island we left behind

the kid who might
have written the great

American war novel.

Corporal Marion Hotchkiss,
Sister Mary.

Then, January 1944

we made a 2500 mile
voyage to rejoin the division.

Huxley's Harlots, the orphans
of the Marine Corps.

Always a bridesmaid,
but never a bride.

On one of the remote
islands of the Hawaiian group

we were dumped on a wind swept,
barren, desolate camp.

And for all practical purposes

disappeared from
the face of the Earth.

- Good morning, sir.
- Jim.

Sir, we just received word
from headquarters.

The first and third
Battalions move out

with the rest of the division.

We're to stand by, break camp

and follow 'em in five days.

Which means
we're in reserve again.

We take this battalion in
reserve again over my dead body.

Jim, get my jeep
for me, please.

Yes, sir.

You didn't waste any time
in getting over here.

You requested permission.
What's on your mind?

General, the rest
of the division

is getting ready to move out.

My outfit is ordered
to stand by in Hawaii.

- We won't leave them there.
- No, sir.

But if you have us
scheduled as reserves again

'in this coming campaign... '

Just a minute, Huxley.

You don't like your assignment?

No, sir, I don't.

Then I see no reason to carry

this conversation
on any further.

Will the general
listen to my request?

You're getting quite
a reputation as a troublemaker.

It's common knowledge that
you went out of channels

on Guadalcanal
to try to get your battalion

reassigned to a beachhead.

Sir, no man in this Corps
loves it any more than I do.

No one has a greater respect
for military custom.

But those boys of mine
have worked hard.

I have the greatest bunch
of boys in the world, sir

but they-they've got to have
a chance to prove themselves.

You can't train a champion
to a fighting edge

and then just throw him away

on exhibition matches.

We've sat in reserve
and mopped up

while the war went past us.

This may be our
last chance, sir.

Give it to us.

Come here, Huxley.

Ever see one of these?

'The complete plan
for the Saipan Operation.'

Hundreds and thousands of pages.

Intelligence. Naval gunfire.

Communications. Artillery.

Landing plan. Engineer.

The personal history
of the enemy commander.

'Name it, you'll find it there.'

Three divisions.

Sixty thousand men
are storming Saipan..

To give us a base to bomb

the Japanese mainland
round the clock.

But you're ready to question

the brains and the labor
that went into that plan

just because you
don't like your assignment.

Who do you think you are?

You can take that book
and throw it in the ocean.

You know as well
as I do that the book is dead

when the first shot's fired.

It wasn't a book
that won us Guadalcanal.

And it wasn't a book
that kept those boys

coming in through
the lagoon in Tarawa.

It's those men with the rifles
and the bayonets and the guts

that's gonna win
your war for you, general.

We want that beachhead.

Once upon a time, Huxley,
we used to think

you were a bright young man.

There is such a thing
as insubordination.

When I came to you, I knew
I'd leave here one of two ways.

In command of my battalion
or by the brig.

You might as well
court-martial me, sir.

Because I'm not
going back to my boys

and tell them
that they're gonna carry

a broom and a dustpan again.

You stuck your
neck out a long way.

Colonel, stand by
until I can put through

a change in these orders.

I'm sending your battalion in

on the exposed
left flank of Red Beach.

'It's the hot spot
of the Saipan Campaign.'

'You can be proud
of your victory.'

That's all. Get out of here.

Sam.

Sometimes I think myself

it's a hell of a way
to make a living.

And so on June 14, 1944

our task force
of the 5th Fleet

the mightiest
armada ever assembled

edged close to the enemy
bastion of Saipan.

The dawn would bring D-day.

Through the long night,
more than 100,000 men

made their peace with God.

No longer the orphans
of the Corps

Huxley's Harlots were at last

being given the chance
to prove themselves.

The chance they'd worked
for since the end of boot camp.

We were to spearhead
the invasion

that could well tip the balance
of the war in the Pacific.

Then the most intricate
of all military operations

an amphibious invasion
was set into motion.

Every man on every ship
was at his battle station.

Every man knew his job.

The assault teams
formed up smoothly

and moved to rendezvous.

As H hour approached,
the tension grew.

On the flagship, the men
who had planned and lived

with Operation Granite
on paper for months

had no choice but to wait.

The final seconds ticked off.

- Get Major Wellman.
- Yes, sir.

Put on Texas-5.

This is Texas-5.

Wilco. Out.

Approaching the beach.

Alright, stand by
to hit the beach!

Secure your gear.

And when we hit it, take cover!

Red Beach.
We pushed inland immediately.

The battalion was in trouble.

Our casualties were heavy.

The Japs were
on top of a mountain

looking down out close.

They threw everything
in the book at us and a lot

of things that weren't
in General Snipe's book.

The enemy was staging
for a counterattack

from Garapan on our left.

And our right flank
was threatened.

A furious shuttle service
from ship to shore

poured men, guns,
tanks and supplies

in behind us to secure our
toehold before dark.

Get off this beach! Let's go!

'Get off the beach! Move it!'

Alright, let's go!

'Hit the deck!'

Tell regiment..

The enemy
artillery fire is increasing.

Ohio, Ohio, this is Texas, over.

Enemy artillery fire
is increasing, out.

'Tell 8 G,
field is quick, charge thick.'

2750, 6700.

'Ohio, this is Texas.'

'Texas command post open 13-20.'

'Map coordinates'

'39 dash 54.8.'

- Hi, Mac.
- Hello, chief.

- How's it going, colonel?
- Not very good, Jim.

We've lost contact with the
battalion on our right flank.

I told George Company
to send out a patrol to see

if they can get through to them.

Get on this generator!

- Give me George Company.
- George Company. Yes, sir.

Get the company commander.

This is George 6.

How are things up there?

- Can you hold?
- No, sir, I don't think so.

We're receiving heavy
mortar fire on our right flank.

Alright.

Jim, let's get some
mortar fire at..

T-A-4-6-0-6-yolk.

George Company will observe.

Heavy mortars, target area

4-8-0-7-item.

- Mac?
- Sir.

Japs still trying to tap our
lines up into the Fox Company?

Yes, sir, but it will
do them no good.

I got Crazy Horse up there.
They don't savvy Navajo.

Get in touch with them.
See what the situation is.

Japs' buildup is increasing.

Let's get that back
to the command ship.

Granite. Granite, this is Texas.

A message from Texas.

Red Beach, sir.

Huxley's battalion is isolated.

Yes, sir? Yes, sir.

Fox Company, Colonel Huxley.

Yes, Bill.

I'll be right there.

The Japs are just
pulling out of Garapan.

They'll hit
that position anytime, now.

I'm going on
over to Fox Company.

- Mac!
- 'Sir?'

- Give me one of your boys.
- Hookens, take off.

We'll cross here
one at a time.

Yes, sir.

Get a corpsman.
Get a corpsman!

Don't waste time here.

Get to the command post..

And tell Wellman
he's got himself a battalion.

- I'll carry you out, sir.
- I gave you an order.

Now, get to it.

You're bleeding to death, sir!

Get out of here.

Yes, sir.

The colonel's badly hit, he's
ordered you to take over, major.

- Notify command ship.
- Where is he?

Pedro, come on.

Corpsman! Corpsman!

- Kathy.
- Danny's dead!

He's dead! I know he's dead!

Kathy, it's just a nightmare.

No, no, he's dead.
I know it! I saw him!

Kathy, baby,
you're just dreaming.

Everything will be alright.

It'll be alright.

If you like,
I'll-I'll stay here with you.

Alright.

High Pockets was dead.

But his spirit had crushed
the counterattack.

Sam Huxley had been
our battle cry.

When the last shot
had been fired

they moved us
to a rest camp in the rear.

We're leaving Saipan.

- We're going stateside.
- When?

About two days, I figure.

I think I'll go to the hospital
and say goodbye to Andy.

Won't do no good, Mac.

We was all over there this
morning, but Andy threw us out.

Had a letter from Pat,
we took it over

but, uh, he wouldn't look at it.

Wouldn't even let us
read it to him.

- Where's the letter?
- I got it right here.

Just like a grizzly bear, see?

- Hey, Mac.
- Hi, Charlie, how are you?

Remember that
Japanese watch I had?

- Yeah, what about it?
- Somebody copped it.

- No kidding, when?
- Last night.

- Joe, how are you?
- Hi, Mac.

I can't hear you, Mac.
I'm-I'm a very sick boy.

The watch. The watch.

Watch.

What, are you accusing me
of something dishonest?

Yeah.

'What are you gonna do,
open up a hockshop'

'when you get home?'

How did that get there?

Hi, buddy. How's it going?

If you've come to preach, pray
with somebody that needs it.

I ain't no preacher,
I've just come to say goodbye.

We're shipping out.

Alright. Goodbye.

You know, you're
way off base, don't you?

Sure, they'll get me
a pretty, new leg.

You can do anything with it.

Chop down trees, plow fields.

Maybe I can even get a job
in a sideshow.

You got a home and a wife.

A letter come from Pat today.

'Fellas said you
wouldn't even read it.'

Leave her out of it. I got
nothing, I never had anything.

They're gonna
have you squared away

as good as new in no time.

Sure.

They get me fixed up
with a pretty, new leg

then they rehabilitate me.

Knit doilies and make
leather handbags.

Cut it out, will you?

They gonna give
Spanish Joe new eardrums?

They going to put new life
into Pedro and High Pockets?

Why don't you try
doing a little living for them?

Get out of here.

No. I ain't going.

Not until I
tell you something, kid.

You ain't got the guts
to deserve to live.

As far as
High Pockets is concerned

don't even talk about him

because you ain't
even in his league.

- I'm sorry, kid.
- Forget it.

- I'm sorry.
- Forget it, Mac.

I'm sorry because
it ain't true.

Look..

Lots of luck
when you get home.

Tell all the guys
old Andy says goodbye.

- Will you do that?
- 'Yeah.'

"Dearest.

"You have a son.

"It's rather hard to say
what Timmy looks like.

"Poor little dear.

"What a horrible mixture he is.

"New Zealand, American,
Scotch and Swede.

"He bellows like a Marine

"and eats like a lumberjack.

"I think I'll keep him.

"Andy, we know where you are.

"Our prayers are with you

"every second of every minute.

"I know it'll be a long time

"before you return
to us, but remember..

"'...all that Timmy
and I live for..'

'...is the day that
you'll come back forever."'

Yes, Andy came home.

And those of us who were left,
we went home too.

I fell heir
to the unpleasant job

of seeing the folks
of those we left behind.

Pedro's mother, Jean Huxley.

Marion's family.

The Maryland countryside
was just the way

Danny had told me time
and time again.

I seemed to be familiar
with every landmark.

I was glad the journey
was nearly over.

As we neared Baltimore, I
remembered High Pockets' words.

"Make Marines out of them."

Well, we made
Marines out of them.

And they led us
on the long road back.

Baltimore.

Next stop, Baltimore.

Danny.

Danny, you're home.

It go to sleep on you?

Yeah, the doc says
it'll keep doing this

till they get all the shrapnel
out of my shoulder.

Sure you won't stay over
a few days, Mac?

No, thanks, kid.

I got to... get up to Philly
and see Ski's folks

then I got to report
to Brooklyn Navy Yard, Monday.

Haven't got time.
Thanks anyway.

- So long, Mac.
- Yeah.

So long, Marine.

Danny!

Dad! Bud!

'Marines on Iwo Jima!'

Read all about it.

Marines on Iwo Jima!

'Read all about it.'

- 'Marines on Iwo Jima!'
- 'All aboard!'

For Danny Forrester,
the war was over.

For me..

Well, you know
how us old-timers are.

There'll always be
boys to be trained

and there'll always be
battles to be won.

And like I said..

Politics and wars
make strange bedfellows.