Serving in Silence: The Margarethe Cammermeyer Story Page #3

She's still my friend.

Friends are hard to come by.

I bet you never come down to LA.

I don't have anything against

LA. I just don't have much reason.

- It's sunny.

- Well, there's that.

My show's opening at the university,

if you think you could play

hooky from your responsibilities.

Never been to an art opening.

They're hard. The trick is

to pretend you like the art.

I don't pretend well.

Why am I not surprised?

Well, I'm brave, you can come anyway.

- You'll take your chances?

- Oh, yeah. I usually do.

Diane, your work is outstanding.

Are you just saying that

because you want an A in class?

- You already gave me an A.

- Oh, my God. I'm sorry.

- But I'll take another one.

- Oh, you.

- No, they're really, really great.

- Thank you, thank you.

- Really.

- Excuse me.

- Oh, God.

- "There's a primal poetry

"in the creation of the image of

a simple object with a such purity

"that it animates the painting

field by the sense of its existence.

"There is a welcome calm and

an authoritative reticence. "

- What...

- Oh, you know what that means.

You have an authoritative

reticence yourself.

Command presence.

Works on dogs, boys and soldiers.

- Diane, I hate to interrupt.

- Hi. You leaving?

- We'll see you at the restaurant, okay?

- Oh, okay. I'll just see you out. Excuse me.

So do you feel like

going out with everybody?

Will your friend be there?

Doubt it. She usually gets up early.

We could go out by

ourselves, if you'd rather.

- No, they're expecting you.

- Oh, they're fine.

Do you want to?

- Yeah.

- Okay.

They were marching right down

this street, right past here.

Not on the sidewalk.

They filled the street.

"Hey, hey, IbJ, how many

kids did you kill today?"

It was wild.

- Did you march?

- No.

I was too busy learning how to paint.

But, you know, I was sympathetic.

- I mean, we all understood...

- We were dying in Vietnam.

That was the whole point.

It was demoralizing.

The dying or the marching?

Are we gonna have an

argument on our first date?

Is that what this is? A date?

It's up to you, Grethe.

- I don't know what I'm doing.

- Yes, you do.

I think you do.

- Morning.

- Hi, I'm making eggs.

- Have you ever made eggs before?

- What do you mean?

I mean, I'm quite a good

cook when I put my mind to it.

No one ever makes scrambled

eggs in a sauce pan.

Are you kidding? It is the only way...

Put that back, go sit down.

I've read how to do this.

Have it your way.

Are you putting cream in there?

They're already cooked.

Okay, I'll shut up.

You are so bossy.

- That's what you like about me.

- I guess I must.

- You're here.

- Well, I sure didn't fall for your uniform.

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