All language subtitles for The.Waltons.S07E14.The.Conscience.WEBRip.x264-ION10

(MEN WHOOPING)

Hey! You take back
what you said about my brother!

I do believe this boy
is peeved at us, Bert.

Yeah, well, don't blame us
'cause your brother's a chicken.

You have no right to say that.

-Yeah, who's gonna stop us?
-I am!

Come on, boy,
you show us how brave you are.

Put up or shut up, squirt!

JOHN-BOY: The weeks that
followed the sneak attack

on Pearl Harbor
affected our family deeply.

It was a time of great anxiety
and uncertainty.

And like all Americans,
we wanted to contribute

to the war effort
as best we could.

My brother, Jason, was
particularly troubled

during this time.

He wanted to serve his country,

but doubts of conscience forced
himto face one of the most

difficult decisions
of his life.

You're making a big mistake,
Jason.

-I still haven't decided.
-You can't keep putting it off.

You won't get drafted right now
because you've served your time

in the Guard, but that could
change in a hurry.

I know.

Our whole outfit
is regular Army now.

A lot of your buddies
are asking about you.

You'd be a cinch
to get sergeant stripes,

then go on to OCS,
the way I did.

But you've finished college
already.

I have to think about it.

I just wanted you to know,
we'd like to have you with us.

I'll call you.

Thanks for coming by.
Good luck.

Remember, time's a-wasting.

Take care, Billy.

What did you tell Billy?

I told him I needed
some more time.

Would it help to talk about it?

Yes, it would. But right now
I've got a class to make.

Somehow, school doesn't seem
very important these days.

You're so close to finishing,
it'd be a shame if you didn't.

I so feel guilty when I hear
about the guys in my outfit.

Might be good to serve
with your friends.

I guess it would.

I've got to get going.
See you later.

Should he give up everything
now to be with his friends?

He'd be with men he knows.

Makes a difference who you're
with in the service, Liv.

Let's just don't push him.

I'm having enough trouble with
John-Boy joining up in England.

Being a reporter isn't the same
as being a foot soldier.

Reporting on a war means
being in the line of fire.

If that's not bad enough,
I expect Jim-Bob to come home

and say he's joined
the Air Corps.

They won't take him yet,
so take it easy.

Ben's still here, we've got
enough government contracts

-to last us a long time.
-He's getting impatient.

All he ever talks
about now is the Navy.

Let's face it, Liv. There's a
war, that means men, young men.

I listen to the radio
and I read the newspapers.

But these are our sons
we're talking about.

No, that is not it.

Oh, here, let me do it.

There. Now, that is the way
it should be.

That is where I had it
to begin with.

Mr. Godsey, you simply
lack the artistic touch.

(DOOR OPENING)

Hey, Ike, Corabeth.

You're just in time to see, we
put John-Boy's name up there.

Looks good, sure does.

It won't be long before we'll
be adding your name up there.

I don't know how soon
it will be.

Don't wait too long.
Army needs young men like you.

Here's a dollar for the gas,
Ike.

I'm just so proud of all our
fine young men in the service.

I just pray we don't
lose any more boys.

Yeah. Still hurts when we think
of G.W. and Curt.

I've got to be getting
to school. See you later.

Bye.

Boy, he'll be in the service
in no time.

Don't be so certain.

He's so sensitive.

I just can't think of Jason
as a warrior.

I sure am sorry, Walton.

But the regulations
haven't changed.

Without you getting permission
from your parents,

you're still too young
to join the Air Corps.

I'm getting tired of waiting.

I admire your spirit,
but rules are rules.

Yeah, but I'm ready
to join the fight right now.

You know, so am I.

But I'm close to retirement,
so they've got me running

a recruiting office, instead of
doing what I was trained for.

-What was that?
-Cavalry.

Served in France.
Been a horse soldier ever since.

Well, up till now, that is.

But at least I'm doing my part.

-I'm sure not.
-You will, Walton.

I got a feeling you're gonna
make a good pilot

and we're gonna need them.

You come see me
on your birthday.

Yes, sir.

(MACHINE BUZZING)

Sergeant Gates said
I'd make a good pilot.

Recruiting officer will say
anything to keep you interested.

No, he was nice. He didn't talk
to me like I was a dumb kid.

If it wasn't for that rule,
I'd be in right now.

And Mama wouldn't be talking
to you.

I wouldn't be where
she could talk to me.

I'm thinking about the Navy.

-Daddy needs you right here.
-Anybody could do what I do.

-I wanna get in with the action.
-Why are you so anxious to go?

There's a war on, Jason.

Don't you feel uncomfortable
when you're not in uniform?

Sure I do, but that's not reason
enough to rush out

and put one on.

Gonna be joining up
with the old outfit?

I'm not sure yet.

You're crazy not
to join now, Jason.

I'm the one who's facing
going right now, Jim-Bob.

Not you or Ben.

-What's wrong with him?
-Beats me.

What are you up to?

Just reading
an old book of poetry.

It's funny, when I was in school
I didn't like poetry much.

It seems to have more meaning
for me now.

It's kind of like music
when something gets you down.

What did you want
to talk to me about?

What's on your mind?

The war.

War's on everybody's mind.

I've been
really confused lately,

wondering whether
to join up now or wait.

Don't do anything
until you have to.

I kind of feel like
I have a responsibility

to get in on the fight.

You sound just like Curt.

I've been thinking
a lot about Curt lately.

Our family's
sacrificed enough already.

I don't want any of my brothers
going off to war.

Most men my age
don't have any choice.

Don't join, Jason.
We need you here at home.

It's not just the joining up
that's bothering me.

Mary Ellen,

I don't know if I can kill
another human being,

not even for my country.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

Jim-Bob, have you seen
my dictionary?

-What have you done to yourself?
-Nothing. Stop sneaking.

I'm not sneaking! Let me see!
Come on, let me see!

Oh, what is that awful thing
on your arm?

-It's an Army Air Corps tattoo.
-It's ugly.

It is not. I like it.

That's the stupidest thing
you've ever done.

-I'm proud of it.
-Well, you better be.

'Cause you're gonna have to live
with it the rest of your life.

-Mama's going to disown you.
-You better not tell her, Erin.

I won't tell her.

How long do you think you can
keep that a secret?

Till I get in the Air Corps.
Wanna see it move?

Oh, Jim-Bob, that's revolting!

-Guys are gonna love it.
-The girls are gonna hate it.

-Not all girls are like you.
-Nice ones are.

Where are you off to?

I've been wanting
to go up there lately.

Lonesome for the mountain.

I know how you feel.
Mind if I join you?

Let's get a front row seat.

You followed me here,
didn't you?

It was what you said last night.

It's not easy to talk about,
with anyone.

You shouldn't feel that way,
Jason.

I talked
to the hospital chaplain.

He opened my eyes
to a lot of things.

Did he say there was something
wrong with me?

He had no idea
who I was talking about.

He said that anyone who feels
the way you do is

just a little more sensitive
and honest than the rest of us.

All my life I've been taught
that killing is wrong.

I don't know if I can change
now, or even if I want to.

"Thou shalt not kill."

Those aren't just words to me.

You don't have to change, Jason.

You can do your part
without killing.

The Army doesn't work like that.

A soldier has one purpose,
to kill the enemy.

We've all been
taught that killing

is totally against God's plan.

That's true.

But I can't deny
the fact that sometimes

we have to fight to survive.

Doesn't make much sense,
does it?

The chaplain said that there's

a law called
the conscience clause.

It exempts men from carrying
a weapon if he can prove

that his moral and religious
beliefs

are too strong
to justify killing.

I know.

But I also know how people
look on conscientious objectors.

The ones in work camps take a
lot of abuse from the public,

and those in uniform get
sneered at by the troops,

even though they work as medics

or ambulance drivers right there
in the combat zone.

Thought we were supposed to be
fighting for freedom of thought,

among other things.

You have to sacrifice a lot
of freedoms in wartime.

It's just so hard to prove
you're really sincere

about something like this.

You have a good reputation,
Jason.

Everybody would speak up
for you.

And a lot of others
would call me a coward.

You're not a coward.

I wonder.

Howdy.

-I'm Sergeant Gates.
-Jason Walton.

-Coffee?
-No, thanks.

I just came
for some information.

-Have a seat.
-Thanks.

Walton, Walton...

You any relation
to James Robert?

My youngest brother.

Spunky young man.

Hope he doesn't do anything rash
before he's of age.

That's how my folks feel.

So, you want to sign up
before he beats you to it, huh?

Well, I do want to serve
as best I can.

But I really came
for some information

about being
a conscientious objector.

Do you know
what you're asking for?

No, not really.
That's why I'm here.

I don't think you understand

what you're getting
yourself into.

I mean, you're gonna
ruin your future,

in the Army
and the rest of your life.

I just want the information,
Sergeant.

Do I have to go elsewhere?

I'm just trying to help you,
Walton.

It's supposed to be taken care
of by your local draft board.

Now, this is a Selective Service
pamphlet.

There's a form in it
that you apply

for conscientious objector.

My advice to you is,
don't use it.

Howdy, Sergeant. You got
our induction papers yet?

Yeah, Sarge.
We're raring to go!

Your papers are all ready,
you just hold up a bit.

Now, if you go through
with this,

you're not the only one
that's gonna have a hard time.

Your whole family
is gonna suffer.

Can I just have the pamphlet,
Sergeant?

You told them
about your being a CO?

Not yet.

With John Curtis walking,

he doesn't wear out the knees
of his rompers so quickly.

He'll get back to his knees
when he starts playing marbles.

I used to have to sew patches
on Jim-Bob's patches.

Remember how your mama
used to mend your coveralls

after sliding into home

or trying to stretch
a single into a double?

Which was easier, Mama,
boys or girls?

Neither.

Not having children
would have been easier.

-Another night at the Dew Drop.
-At least you get to go out.

They only wanna hear Praise the
Lord and Pass the Ammunition.

How about Don't Sit
Under the Apple Tree?

That, too, but it's a job.

Jason!

Found this on the floor.
Is this yours?

-What if it is?
-You're crazy! You know that?

What's going on?

I went to the recruiting office
today, Daddy.

I picked up this
conscientious objector pamphlet.

I just want to study it.

BEN: People are gonna talk.

MARY ELLEN: You don't know
what you're talking about.

Nobody's given Jason
a chance to explain.

JASON: Mama, I haven't
done anything definite yet.

Then don't. Give yourself plenty
of time to think this out.

Don't worry, I will.

I've got to get going.

You're not gonna let him
do that, are you, Daddy?

You're more concerned
about what people are gonna say

than about how Jason feels.

Don't you care about what
people say about you?

This family has suffered enough
by this war already.

Hold it. Jason said he was gonna
think about it. Give him time.

He'll do the right thing.

And just what is
the right thing, John?

Fighting among ourselves
isn't gonna help Jason any.

He's got enough
on his mind as it is.

It's chilly.
You want a sweater?

No.

I remember the night Jason was
born. It was cold like this.

He's confused and scared, Liv.

I just don't want him to do
something he's gonna regret.

He'll work it out for himself.

There are times when a man
just doesn't have a choice.

You think it's wrong for Jason
to listen to his own feelings?

You can't run away from yourself

and that's just
what Jason is doing.

-You sound so sure.
-I know what he's thinking.

I know if he doesn't face up
to it now,

he'll always question himself.

I just can't let him
throw away his pride.

His pride or yours?

That's not fair, Liv.

I grew up believing
there are some things

a man doesn't question.

Serving his country is one.

Fighting to protect his family
is another.

I can't change now.

I wouldn't expect you to, John.

I love you for being strong
and sure,

just as I love Jason
because he isn't.

I love him, too.

That's why I won't let him
do anything

that will ruin his life.

I'm cold. Let's go inside.

(MEN LAUGHING)

(IMITATING HEN CLUCKING)

Quit rubbing so hard, Erin.

Jim-Bob, the nail polish remover
isn't gonna work, either.

We've tried every cleaner
we've got.

I don't think that tattoo is
coming off.

I sure thought the
Baldwins' Recipe would do it.

Maybe Ike will have something.
We sure don't.

I don't think I need
to go to Ike's.

How come?

It feels like my skin
is coming off.

-Hey, Ace.
-Hey.

We'd stick around this
dump longer, barkeep,

but we don't like
that piano player of yours.

Yeah, he's got himself
a yellow streak this wide.

Let's go, Bert.

Now, you hold on, you guys!

Nobody's gonna talk about
my brother that way.

Go away, shorty.
We don't want any trouble.

-I'm gonna give you some.
-Let go, boy!

(IMITATING HEN CLUCKING)

Alright, that's enough.

Why don't you just relax
and go on home?

What are you gonna do
about it, chicken?

-You're a lousy CO.
-Yeah, come on, boy.

-Let's see you fight.
-I don't wanna fight you.

BERT: Come on.

JEB: Come on, it's my turn,
slacker.

BEN: Come on, Jason,
we can lick 'em.

You don't belong in the Army.

Scared of his own shadow.

BERT: You see now?
Your brother is a coward.

Then I'll take you.

Wouldn't be fair.
Two against one.

(LAUGHING) Come on.

-You alright, Ben?
-Why didn't you fight them?

I don't care
what those jerks think.

-They called you a coward.
-Doesn't mean I am one.

Are you sure of that, Jason?

-OLIVIA: You slept late.
-No classes till this afternoon.

There's some warm biscuits
in the oven.

I'm not hungry.

-You doing the crossword puzzle?
-No.

I'm looking at all the things
that might be rationed soon.

We're lucky we live
in the country.

I wish we could grow tires.
The coupe needs them.

-What happened to your chin?
-Ben didn't tell you?

No.

I got into a little tussle
outside the Dew Drop last night.

-You, in a fight?
-Is that so hard to believe?

It's not like you, Jason.

I didn't fight back.

Ben thinks I should have.

They called me a coward.

Now, why would they
do a thing like that?

They were in the recruiting
office yesterday

when I picked up my CO pamphlet.

Where's Daddy?

He and Ben went
to Charlottesville.

It takes courage to go
against the tide, Jason.

I wish I could help.

Men seem to be the experts
on killing.

There's no reason why you
have to be like everybody else.

That's not the right thing
to be thinking about these days.

You got to think
about it in your own time.

Whatever you decision,
you'll have to live with it

-for the rest of your life.
-So will our whole family.

You got to consider yourself
before any of us.

It would help me to know
how you feel about it.

Probably the same way
the first mother felt

when she had to send
her son off to war.

Mostly, I want you
to be alive and unhurt.

I also want you to feel right
about the kind of life

you're living, whether
we're at war or at peace.

I thought about all that,

about honor and responsibility,
and doing your part.

I've always believed
in those things.

There are different
kinds of courage, Jason.

I know.

I've just got to talk to Daddy.

He may see things differently
than we do.

I hope he'll
have some answers for me.

I'm sure he will.

Be honest with him,
and try to tell him as best

you can what
you've been going through.

I'll just have
to make him understand.

Is this the strongest thing
you got, Ike?

That'll take the spots
off a zebra

and the stripes off a leopard
or vice versa.

-What about ink?
-Sure, it'll get rid of ink.

-Don't let it get on your skin.
-Why not?

Well, because it's got acid in
it, and it'll burn your skin.

Oh. Got anything that
won't burn your skin?

Exactly what is it that
you want to remove?

It's personal.

You can tell me.

Your mama's gonna kill you.

That's why I need to find
something to take it off.

Jim-Bob, I don't have anything
that'll take that off.

Ike, you've got to help me.
You're my last hope.

Come to think of it,
I did have a friend

that tried
to take off a tattoo.

It seems his girlfriend
was unhappy

'cause he had another
girl's name on his arm.

-What'd he do?
-Well, he tried two things.

He put a poultice together
with milk and bread.

Then, afterwards, he tried a
piece of raw liver on his arm.

I can't even eat liver.
Did the tattoo go away?

No.

Maybe if I tried both of them.

Yeah.

(SNIFFING)

-Do you smell something?
-No.

Can't you smell that?

Elizabeth, I don't know
what you're talking about.

Smells horrible, like sour milk.

It's stronger near you.

Where are you going?

Upstairs where I can
study in peace.

I need to talk to you, Daddy.

Alright, Son.
Let's go to the office.

We had fudge brownies
for dessert.

I don't want any.

That's good. There's none left.

I really appreciate that,
Elizabeth.

Daddy, I don't want
you to be ashamed of me

because of something I've done,

something I might do.

I doubt that could
ever happen, Son.

I've a feeling you don't think
the same way I do

about this conscientious
objector business.

You've got to remember, you're
talking to an old soldier.

You think I'm wrong?

Yes, I do, Jason, if you go
through with it.

But it's your decision.

I need help making it.

Alright, Son.
I'll try to help you.

Why don't you tell me
what's on your mind?

Well, it's nothing new.

I've always felt this way
about killing.

I understand about having to
kill stock to feed the family,

but I usually made myself scarce

whenever Grandpa was
slaughtering a hog

or you were taking an ax
to chickens and turkeys.

Nobody likes those chores, Son,

but they're jobs
that have to be done.

I realize that.

When it comes to killing another
man, that's very different.

I just know I couldn't do it.

What makes you so sure, Jason?

We've talked about this before.

Remember those bayonet drills
in the National Guard?

I thought you worked
all that out, Son.

We weren't at war then.

It was the main reason
I didn't re-enlist.

I've had nightmares about
sticking that steel blade

in that dummy.

It was filled with straw,
but I couldn't help thinking

that there'd be screaming
flesh and blood coming at me,

and maybe I just couldn't do it.

And in that second of
hesitation,

it could mean the difference
in a buddy's life

or a whole squad,
a platoon, who knows?

I know how you feel, Jason.

I had those feelings
over in the trenches in France.

Every man questions his limits,
Son.

But there comes a time
when you've got to believe

you'll be there
when you have to be.

That time is now, Jason.
The enemy has attacked us.

They're out to destroy
our way of life

and they'll stop
at nothing to do it.

Don't worry, Son.

When the time comes,
you'll be there.

I wish I was as sure of that
as you are.

Jason, the Waltons
have always been there.

Your grandpa and everybody
who came before him.

(SIGHS)

I've been thinking a lot
about Grandpa lately.

JOHN: He was a man of peace,
Jason,

but he fought in the
Spanish-American war.

And our family fought
on both sides

in the war between the states.

And they fought for this land
before that.

Remember how Pa used to tell us
we ought to be proud

of the pioneer stock
in our family?

Jason, this is fought-for land.

Remember how Pa used to say we
owe something to all our family

that's over there
in the family graveyard?

Remember how Pa
used to talk like that?

I've been thinking a lot about
maybe going up on the mountain.

Maybe spending the night there.

It's the best place
in the world, Son.

-You want to come along?
-No, I don't think so.

This is a trip you ought
to make by yourself.

I think I'm gonna turn in.

I want to get an early start.

Goodnight, Jason.

Goodnight, Dad.

Jim-Bob,
you'll never convince me

that liver is gonna
take off a tattoo.

Ike said it might work.

That's what he told you about
the milk and bread poultice

you tried.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

-ELIZABETH: Hurry up.
-No, no, no. Wait.

(SHUSHING)

Quick. Quick, okay.

-What are you doing?
-Changing a light bulb.

Don't stare, Elizabeth.
It's not polite.

BEN: He just walked in. Jason?

It's for you. Billy Streeter.

Hello?

I haven't decided yet.
I need some more time.

I know that.
I'm prepared to take my chances.

You and the other guys are just
gonna have to go on without me.

Look, Billy,
I know you mean well,

but just stay off my back,
will you?

Yeah, I'm sorry.

Good luck.

I'm sorry about last night, Ben.

You shouldn't have stood up
for me.

Should've done it yourself.

I'm going up
on the mountain early.

Goodnight.

Jason, wait.

Did a lot of thinking
about last night.

I want you to take over my job
at the mill.

I couldn't do that.

-What about you?
-It'd be the best for us.

I can go into the Navy
and you can get out of fighting.

I don't wanna
get out of anything.

I'm doing you a favor.

I thought you said
you didn't wanna fight.

Don't do me any favors.

I'm trying to save
you the embarrassment!

You're trying to save yourself
the embarrassment, Ben.

That's right, I am.

'Cause I can't see you
disgracing this family!

I'm sorry you feel that way.

But not sorry enough
to change your mind, right?

No, Ben.

Jason, you're running away.

Those guys were right.
You're a coward!

Jason!

(DOOR CLOSING)

Must be beautiful
up in the mountain today.

Thank heavens
the mountain never changes.

Why is it every generation
seems to have to have a war?

I figure this one won't last
long, Liv,

once we really get into it.

In the meantime,
it's tearing our family apart.

We all see it differently.

I pray to God, when this
nightmare is over,

we never have
to go through another.

Jim-Bob went back to bed again.

Well, wake him up.
He'll be late for school.

It'll be a pleasure.

Maybe if we take care of things
in this world, Liv,

Elizabeth's children won't have
to grow up and go off to war.

(ELIZABETH SCREAMING)

Jim-Bob, you're coming apart!

-Elizabeth, go away!
-What's the matter, Elizabeth?

-Nothing's the matter. Go away.
-JOHN: Elizabeth? You alright?

He's cut himself open.
His arm's all raw.

Are you hurt, Jim-Bob?

Everybody relax.
It's only a piece of liver.

-Erin, you promised not to tell.
-Oh, Jim-Bob, it's too late.

Now what's going on
around here?

I had this piece of liver
on my arm.

ELIZABETH: Told you
I saw raw meat.

What on earth would make you
do such a thing?

JOHN: Come on, Jim-Bob.
We haven't got all day.

ELIZABETH: What is it?

-It's a tattoo.
-Oh, Jim-Bob.

It's the Army Air Corps
insignia.

It's more revolting
than the liver.

ERIN: That's what
I keep telling him.

I can't believe you would do
such a thing. It's disgusting.

What am I gonna do, Daddy?
It won't come off.

You're gonna have to live with
this the rest of your life.

Question is, how are you gonna
live with your mama?

Let me help you, Mama.

-Are you still mad at me?
-No, I'm furious.

-You knew I wouldn't approve.
-I'm sorry, I just didn't think.

Saw that Air Corps insignia and
I just had to have the tattoo.

You know how much
I wanna join the Air Corps.

I most certainly do.

So does everyone else
this side of Richmond.

If you'd let me join,
you wouldn't have to look at it.

Sorry, Jim-Bob.
That won't work.

I'd rather have you here
and unhurt for now

-even with that on your arm.
-I promise I'll keep it covered.

I'd appreciate that.

Who knows? It might go away.
Ike says that happens sometimes.

Then we'll just have
to hope for the best.

Thanks, Mom.
I knew you'd understand.

You cold?

There's a chill
in the air tonight.

Seems nice and warm to me.

I guess I'm thinking about Jason
up on the mountain.

He's been up there
overnight before.

I know.

Guess I'm thinking more
about myself than him.

Is that why you're trying
to turn this place

into a Turkish bath?

I guess so.

I said some real mean things
to him, Daddy.

I just didn't mean them.

I think he understands that,
Son.

I hope so.

I was thinking about going up
on the mountain tomorrow morning

and see if I can find him and
ask him if he wants a ride home.

Well, I think Jason would
appreciate that.

He's probably up there right
now, sleeping in a blanket,

staring at the stars.

It's a great place
to find peace of mind.

I hope he does.

I hope so, too.

(OWL HOOTING)

(VOICES SHOUTING)

What's the matter with you,
Walton?

Don't you like that thought?

I can see what you're saying
is true, sir.

Alright.

Let me see you hit that dummy,
yelling as you go.

Move!

(YELLING)

That's it! You got him!

Stick it in him again.
That's it!

Stick it in him again.
Come on!

Get him again. That's it!
Stick it in him again.

That's it.

(SCREAMING)

Grandpa,

I came up here because that's
what you always did

when something wasn't clear
in your mind.

I remember you told me
that the mountain couldn't lie,

that it and the truth
were bound together.

Well, your world up here
is still beautiful,

still peaceful.

But the world off this mountain,

it's filled with hate right now.

You wouldn't like it much,
Grandpa.

I sure wish you could be here
to tell me

how I could fit
into a world like that.

JOHN: Give yourself plenty of
time to think this out.

IKE: Don't wait too long.
Army needs young men like you.

CORABETH: I'm so proud of all
our young men in the service.

JOHN: They're trying to destroy
our way of life

and they'll stop
at nothing to do it.

JIM-BOB: You're crazy not
to join.

OLIVIA: You've to consider
yourself before any of us.

JOHN: Jason,
this is fought-for land.

GATES: Your whole family is
gonna suffer.

JOHN: Remember how Pa used to
tell us we ought to be proud

of the pioneer stock
in our family?

JEB: You don't belong in the
Army. Scared of his own shadow.

JOHN: When the time comes,
you'll be there.

BEN: I can't see you disgracing
this family!

MARY ELLEN: You're not a
coward.

JOHN: Every man questions his
limits, Son.

The Waltons have
always been there.

Don't worry, Son.

(ECHOING) When the time comes,
you'll be there.

Thought you might
like a ride home.

Sure would.

I'm really sorry, Jason.

I had no right to say
those things to you.

I'll back you up
with whatever you decide.

Thanks, Ben.

Here, I'll take this
for you, Jason.

Thanks.

I was about to send
a search party out for you two.

Ben drove me into Rockfish.

I took that conscientious
objector pamphlet

back to the sergeant.

I didn't fill it out.

I was hoping that would happen.

Hope you did it for yourself,
not for me or anyone else.

I did it for me.

I did it because
I'm a part of this family

and a part of this country.

Without either one, I wouldn't
be here or be what I am.

And what you are
is pretty damn good, Son.

I enlisted, Mama.

I can finish college first,
though.

I don't have to report
until after I graduate.

I feel better for it.

It's all I need to know.

You don't have
to tell me any more.

JOHN-BOY: Jason had searched
his soul

and found an inner strength

that would help him enter
a new phase of his life.

Jim-Bob's tattoo
remained on his arm,

a symbol of his youthful
lack of judgment

as well as his
commendable ambition.

It is to this day a topic
which amuses everyone,

except my mother.

BEN: Jim-Bob, quit tossing
and turning, will you?

JIM-BOB: I can't go to sleep.
BEN: Well, neither can I!

Not with you spinning around
like a whirling dervish.

OLIVIA: What's the matter,
Jim-Bob?

JIM-BOB: Well, I got to thinking
about my Army Air Corps tattoo.

What if I end up flying for
the Navy or the Marines?

BEN: They'd really get on you.
That's what would happen.

OLIVIA: Pleasant dreams,
Jim-Bob.

JIM-BOB: Goodnight, Mama.