Wake Island Page #2

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Glad to see you.

Have a good trip?

Fine, thank you.

Well, nice to see you again.

Thank you.

Our commanding officer,

Commander Roberts, Major Caton.

Reporting, sir.

Major, we're glad to have you

share our exile with us.

Thank you, sir.

Nielson of Pan American.

How do you do, sir?

Parkman, our doctor.

Play bridge, Major?

I play at it, sir.

Certainly need new blood, sir.

Thanks.

Patrick, our squadron commander.

Happy to know you, sir.

And this is--

I know the major.

Hello, Lewis. How are you?

Captain Patrick, I brought you

a new man-- Lieutenant Cameron.

Bruce Cameron?

Yes, sir.

Come along, Patrick.

I'll introduce you.

I know his father.

Right, sir.

Excuse us.

Excuse us, Mr. Nielson.

There's a guard waiting for the major.

Certainly.

Guard, front!

[ Bugle Call ]

Guard, face front!

Present arms!

Lower arms!

Left face!

Right shoulder arms!

Forward march!

Mr. McCloskey?

Yeah.

I'm Hogan. Pete Hogan.

Your foreman.

How are ya?

I'm glad there's somebody

here to meet me, although I know

I don't rate no fancy parade.

Well, if I'd thought of it,

I'd have had some of our boys

lined up for you... with shovels.

How you been making out?

Oh, fair to middlin',

Mr. McCloskey.

Built quarters for the men and

spotted some of the ground work.

Maybe not as much as you'd expect,

but we've sorta been waitin'

around for you.

I'll take a look at what you've done, then

I'd like to meet the crew and get acquainted.

All right.

And you've gotta get

that excavating finished.

You better work three shifts.

I wanna start pouring concrete by Thursday.

Oh, that'll be tough.

Maybe so. Do it anyway.

I've never been late with a contract yet,

not even a government one,

and I'm not gonna start in

on this bird sanctuary.

Mr. McCloskey.

Yes?

So the major wants me

to have dinner with him.

Tell him I'm too busy.

Yes, sir.

That's another thing.

You guys have probably noticed...

this sand pile is stiff with brass hats

trying to play soldier.

If any of'em get in your hair,

tell 'em to come see me. That's all.

[ Reveille ]

[ Skipper Barking ]

Good morning, dear.

The next time I get a furlough,

I'm gonna hire a bugler

to blow reveille for me.

Why?

'Cause when he sounds off,

I'm gonna get up,

beat his brains out,

then go back to sleep.

Buglers ain't got no brains.

Comin' from you,

that's somethin'.

I'm glad I don't have to take

that guff from you much longer.

Seven more days, and all

you'll see is my tail feathers.

I still got that 10 bucks,

and it still says you don't leave.

Do you really

wanna lose 10 bucks?

Put up or shut up.

Okay.

There.

It's a bet.

Wait a minute.

Where's your dough?

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