Operation Pacific

I hope they get here before daylight.

-Sure glad to see you, sir.

-Here's what held us up.

A baby. Gee, he's red.

All new babies are red.

Sister Anna, Sister Felicia,

this is Mr. Caldwell.

We have a couple of life rafts.

We'll get you all aboard the Thunder.

If you'll just step this way.

If you'll go with Mr. Caldwell

and three children with you, please.

And the other sister,

will you come with me, please?

You know Jonesy, sir.

Yes, I know Jonesy.

And I'll give him about one more minute.

-What have you got there?

-It's a baby, Captain.

A baby?

-Where is Commander Gifford?

-He's in the next boat, Captain.

-What have you got there?

-Souvenir, sir.

-You were ordered to avoid trouble.

-It wasn't any trouble, sir.

Natural causes. He tripped over me.

I couldn't leave him.

You said not to let the Japs

know we were here.

This fellow's breathing.

Stuff him under a tree where he'll be quiet,

and let's get out of here.

Aye, aye, sir.

All ahead. Standard.

Pile it in there, Cookie.

These kids look mighty hungry.

Tell them they can have

all the seconds they want.

-Sure you do.

-Be sure to blow on it, it's pretty hot.

He ran for the tree,

see, the fox was right behind him.

So he goes up the tree....

Sister?

He comes running around

trying to signal somebody--

Go ahead, eat up. Go on.

Bless this boat and crew, O Lord...

and the gifts that we are about to receive

through thy bounty.

Amen.

-Landing party report?

-Yes, sir. I hope I got everything in there.

-Should be. Five pages.

-You think the captain will like it?

I'm sure he will.

I can tell you exactly what he'll say

in his patrol report.

-What, sir?

-"Special mission accomplished."

Yes, sir.

Children, come on, be quiet.

Come.

Pass the word. Main induction closed.

Flood negative.

Release air.

Clean board.

Position the boat.

Hold at periscope depth.

Radar report.

Several targets.

Bearing, 047 degrees, true.

-Distance to center formation.

-26,000 yards.

Left ship in formation,

bearing 040 degrees.

All ahead, full.

-Steady on course, 320.

-All on course, steady on course, 320.

-Commence supply.

-Aye, aye, sir.

Up scope.

Mark 358.

-Range?

-Mark 2,200.

A carrier.

Repeat.

It's a jackpot, sir.

-We can fire any time, sir.

-Standby to fire all tubes.

Baby.

Watch those children. Grab that kid!

Here, sonny. Sister Anna...

-better get these kids out of here.

-Number one, fired.

Number two, fired.

Torpedoes exploded halfway to the target.

Mr. Caldwell, take over.

-We better get these children out of here.

-Take her down fast.

Hurry it up.

Don't let the big bad destroyer get you.

Rig for depth charge.

Rig for silent running.

Hang on, Sister Anna,

it may get a little sticky.

Don't mind that, kids.

Take a look at Butch.

After five special missions,

we line up a submariner's dream...

and what happens?

Torpedoes explode halfway to the target.

Take over, Duke.

No power on diving rudders.

Shift to hand-power.

Hard dive. Overhead flow. Level her off.

Leak in forward torpedo room.

-Is there anything we can do?

-Just spit teeth and cuss.

-Sorry, Sister. Didn't see you.

-That's all right. Go ahead. I'll spit teeth.

Sound?

Listens like he kept right on

going after the convoy.

No more propellers. He's gone.

Gone?

They must have rolled that one

off a sailboat.

Sister, how did you--

Remind me to write a letter

to the builders of this boat.

Aye, aye, sir. What did you want to say?

"Dear builders...

"thanks."

-What's for chow, Cookie?

-Creamed rubber gloves.

-Creamed what?

-Rubber gloves.

There's a rubber glove in one pan,

and there's milk in the other one.

Well, I'm a monkey's uncle!

-Who ordered that?

-The Exec.

-It's hot.

-Fine time to tell me.

Good.

And this is where my brother came in.

Come on, Butch.

Feedbag.

Some things kind of crowd a man,

don't they?

Those nuns. Wonderful, just wonderful.

-Never a whimper out of them.

-Some of them walked 40 miles.

Clear across the island. Right through...

jungles and Japs, and...

nothing to protect them

but a string of beads.

And the kids.

We couldn't carry them all...

they didn't understand, so they'd cry.

We couldn't let them cry

'cause they would give us away.

And that baby....

The mother didn't have a chance,

but the kid...

he pops into the world...

we spank him on the bottom

and wrap him in a blanket; let's go.

He's a game little guy.

Ever hear from Mary Stuart?

No.

Did you know she was in Honolulu?

I heard it in Brisbane.

I liked her.

I married her.

I never saw two people start out

with so many things going for them.

Army-navy games,

parties at the Bellevue Stratford...

Hops at the Academy...

Graduation, hats in the air.

-A wedding in the chapel. Honeymoon.

-Then the submarine school.

Cold, wet winters at New London.

Sea duty.

No home. No leave.

It takes more than that to cause a split-up.

When a girl like Mary Stuart marries

into the Navy, she signs on for that stuff.

Not for what I dished out.

The eager beaver.

I was at sea on a volunteer mission...

making test runs

with that new sonar equipment...

when my son was born.

Five weeks later, I was down 240 feet...

trying to get a line around the Squalus

when he died.

Like you say...

some things kind of crowd a man.

-What's the matter?

-That baby kind of got to him.

The baby, him?

Yeah, him.

-What is it?

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