None But the Brave Page #2

usually take for the shiny stuff to wear off?

- Not very long in this sector.

- I hope not.

I'm in a hurry to see some action.

Well, you'll get more Japs walking

than running, son.

Captain, I just wanted to tell you I really

admired how you made that forced landing.

Well, you can thank the airplane. It's

better than the last one I tried it with.

And, Lieutenant, I'll need some

of your men for a burial detail.

- Burial detail?

- There's two men up front I didn't save.

Complete assembly!

We must realize, sir,

that time is against us.

The plane must have contacted

its base by radio.

Yes. There will likely be

an American rescue force.

Then we should attack the landing area

before they come.

We shouldn't attack blindly.

The enemy commander would know

better than to stay where he landed.

But, sir...

That's enough! I will take command.

Our first operation is to locate them and

assess their strength. Tamura!

- Sir!

- You will reconnoiter northeast.

Take Private Takumaru and

Private Ishii with you.

Yes, sir.

Corporal Fujimoto,

you will reconnoiter southeast.

- Yes, sir.

- Leave immediately!

Yes, sir.

Oh, that's a beauty.

Probably a little concussion.

But the shape your brain's already in,

it may be an improvement.

- What's biting you down there?

- Nothing. Just a nervous habit.

See me later.

I'll fumigate your blankets and you. Next.

Better go easy on it, Doc,

it's my loving arm.

Sit down here, lover boy.

Looks like a dislocation.

Damn you!

- Okay, pal.

- Thanks.

Searcy, what's the matter?

Oh, I figure I got me

a hunk of packing case in my back, Doc.

Nothing up my sleeve, Hoxie boy.

Deal you a hand?

Not now, slicker.

You're already into me for 1,000 bucks.

You know that's peanuts to this guy?

Why, his old man owns Rhode Island!

We passed over Guadalcanal about 1000.

So that should place us right about here.

There's no island here on the map.

Corpsman, I presume

the Captain radioed the base?

They'd know where to pick us up?

I couldn't say.

But maybe that'll answer your question.

- That's a radio.

- Or what used to be a radio.

- Then the base don't know we're here, huh?

- No, but relax, relax. I'll fix it.

Him? That punk's so stupid,

he couldn't fix a busted shoelace.

That's the pilot's responsibility. Captain!

Hey, hey, Lieutenant. Nowadays I

wouldn't advise any yelling in any jungle

anywhere west

of the International Date Line.

You mean Japs? No.

No such luck around this strip of nowhere.

No strategic value.

Probably not even inhabited.

Captain!

- We got company, sir.

- Japanese.

- Point's broken off, but it ain't even rusted.

- No.

No, this looks like a fishing spear.

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