Between Heaven and Hell Page #4

I keep telling Pop he ought to kick the

whole bunch out, get in some fresh blood.

- Our people have been on this land too long.

- Mine too.

There's gonna be some changes made.

But we can talk about that

over some bourbon and branch water.

Now there's a man

with a head on his shoulders.

- Hi, honey.

- Hello, darling.

- Hi, Jenny.

- Well, Colonel. How are you, sir?

- Fine. Good to see you.

- Colonel Cozzens.

- Can I get you a drink?

- No, no. Not right now. Thanks.

But don't let me stop you.

I think you're going to need it.

Well, don't keep us in suspense.

What is it?

- The president has declared an emergency.

- So?

So our National Guard division

has been called into federal service.

- Called into federal service?

- That's right.

Well, just what does that mean to us,

Colonel?

Well, it simply means that

within two weeks you and Sam

and everybody else in my command

will be on active duty.

The division has been ordered

into service for 12 months.

I'll take my drink now,

if you don't mind.

I just can't get over it. All I thought

the National Guard ever meant

was that Daddy held

a review every Monday night

and you all held a dance

twice a year.

I know that's how it

must've appeared,

but after all, the business of the

National Guard is to guard the nation.

But there are oceans between us

and everyone else, Daddy.

Do you really think

we'll have to go to war?

I don't know, honey, but I got a feelin'

that we'll get around to it.

Well, I got to be running along.

- Can you give me a lift, Colonel?

- Sure, I go right by your place. Bye, Sam.

See you, Sam.

Sam... I'm sorry we fought.

We didn't fight, honey.

Not really.

Those things will happen.

They shouldn't happen to us.

But, darlin', sometimes

I don't understand you.

The way you think, the way you act,

the things you say.

Honey, not now.

Please, not anymore.

I'm really sorry we fought.

Oh, I'm sorry for everything,

I guess,

and everybody who's

caught up in this trouble.

And, honey...

I'm scared, too.

Don't worry, baby.

Nothing's gonna happen.

Don't say that.

Daddy knows better.

There may be a war,

and I may lose you in the war.

I couldn't stand it even if

I lost you around the corner.

We may have our differences,

but I love you and wanna hold you

and never lose you.

Because you're still a stranger

to me in so many ways,

and women love attractive strangers.

Especially when they're

married to them.

- Hello, Joe.

- Evening, Colonel.

- Evening, men.

- Evening, sir.

- Evening.

- Evening.

- Hi, Sam.

- Colonel.

Ah, Soames.

- You wish you were back at the drugstore?

- Yes, sir.

So do I, having a nice cold Coke.

- Good evening, Colonel.

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