When Willie Comes Marching Home Page #2

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What do you think I am, a Nazi sympathizer?

I was only gonna pay you.

You think I'm gonna charge the first guy

that enlisted in this town?

Nothin' doin', Bill.

From now on you ride in this cab free.

What do you know!

A real patriot.

I'd have been in a uniform, too,

if it hadn't been for the wife and kids.

Stick with 'em.

Us guys'll take care of this war.

Mom! Mom?

Where is everybody?

Fine homecoming this is.

Hey! Pop! Pop!

Son!

Oh, my boy! My boy!

Oh!

Son.

Well, I'll be doggoned.

- How are you, Pop?

- Why didn't you let us know you were coming?

- I didn't even know it myself.

- You sure look fine, son.

That army grub

must be agreeing with you.

- Ma, look! Decorations!

- You call this decorations?

A sharpshooter's tag and a Good Conduct Medal.

Boy Scout stuff.

That's right.

Wait till they really start decorating him.

When they start shooting,

I'll have so much tin it'll spoil my posture.

- Let me fix you something. I bet you're starving.

- All right, Mom, fix dinner.

I'll tell you all about everything then.

I want to see Marge.

- All right.

- Bring her back with ya!

Hey, Marge!

Marge?

Marge, honey!

Marge!

Hello, Mr. Fettles, Mrs. Fettles.

I bet you're surprised to see me, aren't you?

Well, I'm surprised to be here.

- We got a sergeant on a train-

What happened to her?

Hello, William. It's good to see you.

Welcome home.

- Did I do something, Mr. Fettles?

- It's the uniform.

This is an American uniform.

- Charley.

- Charley?

- He wants to join the navy.

- He's too young.

No, no, they'd take him

for pilot training.

- They want young fellas for wings.

- Little Charley?

Yeah. So every time Clara sees a uniform

she thinks of Charley and...

that's the way it goes.

- Sit down, William. I'll get Marge.

- Charley.

Marjorie!

- William's here.

- Oh! Bill!

- Marge!

You big meanie.

You make me cry like this.

- I didn't make you cry.

- This postcard!

Oh, that. I thought

we were going overseas.

- I had no idea we were gonna stop at Loring Field.

- Loring Field?

- That's only five miles from here.

- Yeah, I know.

- Maybe they'll keep you here.

- Are you kidding? I'm the top gunner in my outfit.

- Well, maybe.

- Not a chance. They'll put me on

the first fortress to England.

They don't waste guys like me, honey.

I'm a sharpshooter!

Bill, have you any idea

when you're leaving?

Well, there's no telling.

Secret orders, you know.

Could be right now or...

could have been five minutes ago.

Son! Hey, son!

Mess call!

- Hurry up. We gotta get down

to canteen by 8:
00 sharp.

- Okay, I'll be right there.

Oh, Bill.

- Wow!

- Welcome home, Private Kluggs.

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