Bombardier Page #2

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Hello, Major. Hello, Chaplain.

Long time no see.

Yes, it's been too long.

How's it going, Lieutenant? At ease.

Pretty good I think, sir.

The first class graduates three weeks

from today. Morale seems good.

Good, good, good,

but why all the women?

We find them more efficient

in this type of work.

Maybe, but it'll be tough getting

used to it. I never soldiered

with women.

Where do I park? Or do I work here

for morale? Right in here, Major.

That's it, gentlemen,

I'll see you on the line.

You're kidding, aren't you?

Don't blame me, sir.

Oh, my. Do you think

the Major would like some tea?

Do you think you'd like a chew

of my tobacco? Don't be silly.

It's just as unlogical.

Well, hello.

Who hired you? What's your name?

My name is Burton Hughes.

After her grandfather, General

Burton Hughes. So you're the fella

that owns the place?

I did, but I've turned it over

to my brother Tom.

That their father

in that picture over there.

General Tom Hughes,

standing right by me.

All right, Sergeant,

leave a couple of desks in here,

but get some hard chairs,

after all this is the Army -

not a sorority house.

And take Grandfather's picture down.

He said the Wright Brothers

couldn't fly them. Yes.

Leave that one up - he flew

and bombed them. Yes, sir.

Leave the filing cabinets here.

I'll be working 25 hours a day.

Leave a mirror to shave.

And, Sergeant,

get everything else out of here!

And I mean everything.

Just a minute, Major. If you'll

examine the lease, you'll find

that I still hold a job here.

All right, so you

still hold a job here...

..but straighten your stocking.

The right one.

Sergeant, I suggest you get

the Major an officer's guide -

there's a chapter on good manners.

He's just like your father.

Don't you remember...?

I wouldn't remember -

not caring much for Army life,

I never knew him well.

Well, I did -

I used to be his orderly.

I was with him the day

your brother turned down his bid

to West Point.

Tom's not the type. No, he's more

the type to own a flying school.

It's a nice business too,

especially if you want to

keep him out of the draft.

I'll get a couple of guys

and get this place cleaned up.

There's a new class, sir.

Don't tell me that's Captain Oliver.

Yes, sir,

that's Captain Oliver.

Burt! Oh, Buck!

What goes on here?

Don't blame me, sir.

Will you marry me? I can't hear you.

Will you marry me?!

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What's the answer, Burt?

The answer is still maybe.

I'm sure HE'D be for it. Who?

The guy whose sister's got me in a

slow roll, your brother. Hiya, Sis!

Tom!

Hold it, I'll model it for you.

Tom Hughes, you'll be arrested

for impersonating a soldier.

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