Attack Page #2
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- 1956
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Well told, I am. And, uh...
- when my citation comes through...
- Oh, yes. The, uh, citation.
That'll make up for those times
I let him down. You know what I mean?
Oh, excuse me.
You know, I was thinking, Clyde.
Maybe I'll keep it a secret.
Then when I come home,
I'll walk right up to him,
I'll put my hand out for a shake,
and when he looks down...
- Huh?
- That's one way of doin' it.
That old man'll just about bust!
Yes, he will. And I aim
to get that citation for you.
But you're gonna have to be patient.
- Sure thing, Clyde.
and I'll slip it through.
- You wanna know something?
- What?
We get back home...
calling you "Colonel". Huh?
Huh? What do you think?
I think I'd like that fine.
I'm hard put to recall a bona fide
colonel in our corner of the state.
Joe, I've got a plan for getting
Cooney out of the company.
A lost cause.
- What's to listen?
You know Bartlett has political ambitions.
Cooney's old man owns the machine.
QED, Erskine can do no wrong.
We got him for the duration.
Now you've got that off your chest, listen
to me for a second and shut up, will ya?
- Huh?
- Go ahead.
All right, now. I'll give it
to you plain and simple.
One is, at least a part of Bartlett's political
future depends on his war record, right?
Two:
Bartlett is no fool, right? Huh?- Yeah, right.
- OK.
Three is, Cooney is completely
unreliable and Bartlett knows it.
His next foul-up could be a big one.
Not 14 men, but something big.
Let's face it, this is for keeps.
- So what is the plan?
- OK...
I'd like to lay it on the line with Bartlett,
suggest that he kick Cooney upstairs.
- Not a chance.
- Why not?
He gets the guy stashed away
in a desk job at Battalion or Division.
Worst he can do is get
his thumb caught in a filing cabinet.
Our worries are over, Bartlett's worries
are over. All we gotta do is fight the war.
Come on, Joe, what do you say?
How about it, huh?
It won't work.
Why not?
It won't work! And he won't go for
this straight-talk routine.
He's a lieutenant colonel,
and you're just a lousy lieutenant.
He'll hit you with
that old, sweet song about
"Son, I was in the National Guard
while you was learning your ABCs."
They're two of a kind.
Huh! I bet Cooney never figured on a war
when he joined that National Guard.
Probably figured it was gonna be
all corn pone and chitlins and...
and the chance to wear his uniform
to the Saturday fox hunt.
OK, I'll go it alone.
Don't go dramatic on me, dogface.
I'll play cards,
if you think it'll do any good.
OK. I tell ya, it's the only way
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