Johnny Got His Gun

It was my mother's.

Why don't you

take your shoes off?

Okay.

Joe.

Yeah?

Could you turn your back?

Why?

I have to get out of bed.

No. I want to see you.

I won't let you see me.

Would you get me my robe?

Sure.

It's on the closet

door. It's red.

Okay.

Why'd you do that?

Hot night.

Here it is.

Bring it

closer, silly. Uh-uh. Reach for it.

All right, here.

I'll help you.

Oops.

Let's get it

through here.

There. There you go.

I'll get it right.

Here, let me show you.

Now we got it. There.

Huh?

No.

We should have flowers.

Hm? Sure.

If you really

want to see me--

Oh, if you don't

want me to,

I don't want to, either.

Well, fair is fair.

Okay.

It's nice like this,

isn't it?

Mm-hmm.

Have you ever been this

way with anyone else?

Not with anyone I loved.

I'm glad.

Have you?

You shouldn't

ask that.

Why not?

Because I'm a lady.

You're a mick.

No, I've never

been this way

with anyone

else before.

I know.

But you couldn't have known.

Not really.

Joe, I don't

want you to go.

I want you

to run away.

You don't want me

to see Paris, France,

that's all.

Don't go, Joe.

Please don't go.

Run away.

Where to? Shipyards?

Anywhere.

I'll hide you,

honest I will.

Want me to be

a slacker, huh?

Yes.

Oh, they'll kill you,

Joe. I know they will.

In the words of

that great patriot

Theodore Roosevelt--

I love you, Joe.

Hold me closer.

Put both your arms

around me.

Both of them.

Let us pray.

Our Father--

I can't pray like that.

All I can say is

dear God,

don't make him go away.

Don't let him be killed.

I won't be.

All aboard!

All aboard!

Why don't they turn the lights on?

It's dark in here.

It's dark and still,

and I can feel the blood

pumping through my veins.

But I can't hear

the pulse in my ears.

If you can't hear

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