Born Reckless Page #2

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and make soldiers out of you...

instead of lettin' you eat your head off

up there at Elmira.

Sort of probation.

I'm gonna keep this evidence in my safe...

for the duration of the war.

After it's all over,

you can come back and report to me.

If you've made good,

we'll tear up the complaints.

If you haven't,

you're gonna take the rap!

You get me?

- Are you kiddin' us, Cardigan?

- That's a great idea, Chief.

Why, fighting's their racket.

You let these three guys go to France...

and the whole East Side

will be proud of them.

Here's your cards.

I envy you men...

this opportunity

of fighting for the right.

- You're better men than I am.

- Gunga Din.

- Okay, Chief.

- Okay, let 'em go.

Wait a minute.

I knew there was

a catch in it somewhere.

You'll need that to get you up in the army.

Fall in! Hold your heads up!

Throw that butt away!

Put your heels together!

Now, Sergeant,

don't you think it would be more advisable-

Now, just a moment, sir.

Please let us handle this...

or you'll have it all balled up.

- Hey, what's your line, fella?

- Ballplayer.

Send him to noncom school.

- How about you?

- Lightweight.

- Thug, huh?

- No- iceman.

Garbage detail.

Sergeant, I'm a certified

public accountant.

I hold two degrees in accountancy.

I've done expert work

for some of the biggest firms in the country.

Just now I'm employed by Whiting-Small,

a mail-order house.

Don't know if I can be of any use to you

around here, but if you need a good C.P.A. -

Horseshoer.

What are you?

Irish.

Give him a gun. What do you do, buddy?

I don't do anything.

I go to college.

How about sending him

to noncom school?

Ah, them guys don't know nothin'.

Say, you gotta watch those things, Sarge.

You know?

Hey, what's your line, feller?

Me?

I'm in the jewelry business.

Well, how would you like to dig toils

with the latrine squad?

Well, yes and no.

What do you do?

I'm a burglar.

Hey, Sarge,

that's just the guy you're lookin' for.

Hey, Sarge, just the guy

you're lookin' for!

Hey, Sarge,

he's just the guy you're lookin' for!

Hey, Corporal,

just the guy you're lookin'for!

Attention! Attention!

All you men, get in line up there!

- Well, Frank, my boy.

- Hey, doc, you got a match?

- Thanks.

- You're welcome.

And, uh, don't ever ask any of those officers

with gold bars for a match.

- They'll have you shot.

- Okay, doc.

Frank, my boy...

I came down here looking for you.

Brought your sister with me too.

What is the meaning of this?

Why aren't you at Plattsburg?

Well, I thought I'd do

better in this business as a private.

Oh, think of your family, my boy.

You belong to-

I don't wanna be a hero.

If it's ever curtains for anyone around me...

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