Air Force Page #2

- Yes, sir.

Irish!

- Irish.

- It's about time, Mrs. Quincannon.

- Did you have another date?

- Flat tire. You ever try to get a taxi here?

- I was scared I wouldn't make it.

- So was I.

And I couldn't bring Michael. It's a little

too late for him, but he sent you this.

And this.

Thanks.

- Darling, couldn't I stow away?

- Do you wanna get me court-martialed?

I'll be back in a couple weeks.

We'll take time off for that honeymoon.

I remember every honeymoon

we didn't have. Even the first one.

So do I.

You haven't got much chance

to be bored with me.

Oh, I'll never get bored with you, Irish.

It's been fun, every minute of it.

Such good fun.

- I guess I'm just lucky.

- Me too.

Irish, when you go out in the rain, you'll

remember to wear your rubbers, won't you?

Sure, I will.

I'll be waiting.

So long, kid.

- Better stow this stuff over there, sergeant.

- Yes, sir.

Excuse me, sir.

- Get that ladder aboard, will you, Weinberg?

- Okay.

- Hey, what's that thing for?

- You never know where your luck is.

That's from

Michael Aloysius Quincannon, Jr.

- Everybody in?

- Yes, sir.

- Doors closed?

- Yes, sir.

- Lockpins out?

- Yes, sir.

- Check controls for free movement.

- Check.

- Roberts to flight, check-in in order.

- Two ready.

- Three okay.

- Four okay.

- Five okay.

- Eight ready.

- Nine okay.

- Okay, start engines.

All set here, sir.

- Only need one shot, sir. Kind of warm.

- Okay.

Number one.

Number two.

01104 to control tower.

Take-off instructions

for flight of nine B-17s.

- Sir, is this a local flight?

- No, this is not a local flight.

Okay to taxi up to north end of ramp.

Use runway two-eight.

Wind west, one-five. Go ahead.

Roger.

Roberts to flight, all planes follow me.

Use runway 28. Wind west, 15 miles.

Take off at 30-second intervals.

Let's go.

- Looks like they're gonna run all right.

- Thank you, sir.

- Check the tail wheel, will you, Robbie?

- Yes, sir.

- I'm going upstairs.

- Okay, Tommy.

Don't get us lost.

Want any help running this thing?

- Hi, Tommy. How's Monk doing?

- Knee-deep in maps.

Well, looks like you got your date,

all right.

They say that Hawaiian moon's awful big.

Better watch out, Tommy,

or he'll be your brother-in-law.

No, Susan's a smart girl.

She won't marry beneath herself.

Go on, you can't make me mad.

Take a last look.

- Goodbye, San Francisco.

- Hello, Honolulu.

Hey, there's the Golden Gate.

Christmas crackers.

That's an awful big town, San Francisco.

Strictly a one-whistle stop.

There's only one city in the U.S.A.

And that's New York.

Oh, you're just another hometown hick,

Weinberg.

- What's wrong with California?

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