Seven Days' Leave Page #3

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Still there must be

something within the man!

I've made up my mind that there's

only one thing to try with him.

Orderly!

Send in Private Dowey! -Yes sir!

Private Dowey!

Here, hold it.

Say you already think you're

going to get that leave, do you?

Watch me!

Can you imagine the nerve of that

fellow Dowey asking for seven days leave?

After what he's done?

He'll be lucky if he doesn't

get seven years in jail!

That won't bother him, he's been

there a couple of times before

I know a fellow in Canada

told me all about him.

So how's the wound? -Private Dowey!

As a wounded soldier you have applied

for leave in London! -Yes, sir.

You know of course that there has been

some reason to believe your

wound was self-inflicted!

And you know that if this could be

proven, you not only would get no leave,

but you'd be severely disciplined!

Well, in spite of this fact,

and in spite of your record,

I am going to have faith in

you and grant you this leave.

I know that in return you will prove

yourself worthy of the regiment.

Thank you sir.

Lot of impression that'll have on him!

I'll bet you a fiver he

doesn't even come back!

Seven days in Blighty! You lucky swine!

Say, you might bring us a couple

of blondes when you come back!

Yes, I might. Don't hold your

breath waiting for me to come back!

Hey!

Well, that goes right out...

You don't understand

properly trench warfare.

Now, if I had a map...

That's the river 'Somm-ay'!

-If we had barrages here,

Pretty soon you'll be invalided.

Where's your supports, my lady?

What none of you seems to

grasp is, this is artillery war!

And over there

in Salo-ne-iki!

I thought we'd closed

that subject days ago!

Oh Mrs Dowey! You have a visitor!

-I wonder who it could be!

It's the Reverend

Mr Willings? Oh! -I'd say

he's had his boots cleaned!

Won't you have some tea? -No,

I thank you friend. I have news!

News? -From the front?

My Alfie, sir? -I'll tell you at once,

that all is well. My

news is for Mrs Dowey.

News? For me?

Your son, Mrs Dowey, is

on leave, in London! -Who?

Son!

You're... sure? -Quite

sure. He has arrived!

He's... in London?

I have spoken to him!

It... it was quite a romance,

ladies. I was in the...

church army choir, when

suddenly my eyes, I'd had a cold,

but suddenly, my eyes

alighted upon... a Highlander!

A big man? -Oh, a great brawny fellow

Name?

Dowey!

Then, I placed my hand on his

shoulder as it might be, there.

No, it was the other shoulder.

Kenneth Dowey, I said,

I know your mother!

What... did he say to that?

-Oh, he seemed incredulous!

In fact he seemed to

think that I was... barmy!

Then I offered to bring him here!

Bring him... here?

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