The Dark Angel Page #2

Goodbye, aunt josephine.

Goodbye, Lawrence.

No speeding, mind.

You've loads of time.

My regards

To the boys.

I will.

Isn't it about time Kitty

Became engaged

To one or the other

Of those young men?

Perhaps she

Hasn't been asked.

Ha ha ha!

Well, she can't go wrong.

Fine boys, both of them.

Good stuff in those boys.

I suppose that's a dig

At my poor Lawrence.

Oh, nonsense,

Josephine.

The canteens are

Just as necessary as...

It's most unfair

And unkind.

You know very well Lawrence

Would have joined the infantry

If it hadn't been

For his hammertoe.

Mother, can't you forget

About my hammertoe?

Morning, Miss Kitty.

Morning, martin.

Poor old Peter.

He's a very old dog,

Isn't he?

Peter's 14, Miss.

That's 98,

Humanly speaking.

He's outlived his master

By two years.

Hello, Kitty.

Hello, Kitty.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Well!

What?

The new uniforms.

Let me look at you.

Stand back

From the table.

Farther.

Turn round

And let me see you.

Like to see me

In profile?

Gerald,

You do look handsome.

I'm in profile.

You know, I think

Gerald's coat fits better.

I just can't find words

To express you.

Come, children,

Breakfast is getting cold.

And you'll need neckties,

And handkerchiefs,

And plenty of books-

You think we shall have

Much time for reading?

And a dinner coat.

We each have a new one.

An opera coat, and a violin,

And keats' sonnets.

Whenever there's a raid, we'll

Have to get all dressed up.

Certainly. The enemy

Won't like us if we don't.

Oh, Gerald, do make him

Have a haircut once a month.

He's so dreadful

Without one.

"captain Gerald shannon,"

Says the colonel,

"look at your friend

And relative lieutenant trent.

A disgrace!

Three hairs too long!"

Mother, don't you want

To come to London with us?

No, darling,

I don't like goodbyes.

Well, it's time.

We must be going.

Well, we-we'll be

Home soon, mother.

What are those funny-looking

Things you're lugging around?

You'll be glad to get

Those funny-looking things.

One's for you,

And one's for Gerald.

There's a book

To read on the train,

A sweater,

And some cigarettes.

The wrong kind?

No, ungrateful.

The right kind.

Thank you, Kitty.

And socks, too.

Three pairs for each of you.

Good warm ones.

I- I knitted them myself.

You made them

Yourself?

She's been busy

On them for days.

Then we certainly

Can't wear them.

Much too good for his

Feet. I'll wear them all.

Nothing like going into battle

With six pairs of socks on.

Everything in,

Martin?

Yes,

Mr. Alan.

Goodbye.

Goodbye,

Sir.

Goodbye, martin.

Goodbye, Mr. Gerald,

And good luck, sir.

And take care of the ladies, won't you?

Yes. I will.

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