Closing the Ring

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Our God is marching on

Glory, glory, hallelujah

Glory, glory, hallelujah

Glory, glory, hallelujah

His truth is marching on

In the beauty of the lilies

Christ was born across the sea

With a glory in His bosom

that transfigures you and me

As He died to make men holy,

let us die to make men free

While God is marching on

Glory, glory, hallelujah

Glory, glory, hallelujah

Glory, glory, hallelujah

His truth is marching on

Please be seated.

Chuck always said to me,

"Wilbur...

you talk too much".

So he'd be pleased

that his beloved daughter, Marie,

is going to say a few words.

I know that daddy

would be very pleased to see

so many veterans here today.

Especially members of

the 401st Bomber Group.

I guess he would want to talk

I guess he would want me

to talk about his life...

...and about the most

important thing in his life,

his love for my mother.

He was a brave man

in wartime in his lifetime,

and in the long illness

that led to his death.

But his was an unspoken bravery.

His heroism was as quiet

and as constant as he was.

Many loved him.

You don't smoke.

I thought I'd take it up again.

You should be in there, you know.

I know what she's gonna say.

I just can't sit there and

listen to all of that.

I understand.

Only you would understand.

I'm really sorry.

No need to.

It was his time to go.

No, I mean about being late.

I mean I'm sorry about that too,

I mean, about him...

It's all gassed up, dad.

It's ready to go.

Good.

Sure you want this?

He would.

You won't remember daddy

for what he said.

As you know, he didn't say much.

He never spoke to me

about the past,

about the war and

about his medals.

Not even once.

He felt that a man should be

judged for his work...

...and for the way

that he led his life.

Marie will be upset that you

missed her eulogy.

I don't think Marie cares

either way if I'm there.

Your husband was a fine man.

Yeah.

You'll miss him very much.

No.

Well, I know you loved him, so

He never believed that, Peter.

All the years I wore this ring

we never talked much about love.

Would you like me to

take you back inside?

No.

They'll roll him out

when they're through.

At least he has a grave.

Hello.

Hello.

Bloody hell!

What the devil do you mean,

creeping up on me like that?

What you digging for?

Who the hell are you?

I'm Jimmy.

Eleanor Reilly's wee lad?

I know you.

She's my granny.

My mum went away

she is back any time now.

Does your granny know

you're up here?

Don't know.

Well, you go home

Tell her Mr Quinlan said you're

not to come up here again.

This is a dangerous place,

do you not know that?

The Army is here all the time.

If it's not them,

it's the Republicans,

the bloody IRA.

So what are you doing here then?

None of your bloody business!

You're digging something.

I dig here sometimes

for my granny.

I can keep a secret, you know.

You tell me one secret

you've ever kept.

My granny keeps photographs.

In her dressing-table.

You what?

From the war Americans.

And that's your secret, is it?

Yes.

Well, it's not any more,

you halfwit!

You just told me.

But you asked.

Do you want to spend your whole

life being a complete eejit?

No wonder your mammy buggered off.

Oh, sh*t!

Jimmy.

Come on, back up here.

Give me a hand

Come on

And listen don't you

tell your granny.

Promise... Cross my heart.

Yes.

What is it?

Treasure.

The past, boy.

The past.

That's a Harvard.

Here he comes.

That's Jack.

Is that your crazy father?

It's a tradition, Marie.

God, you're as stupid as he is.

Flies beautiful, doesn't it?

He could have killed us.

He's not allowed to fly that low.

Don't make a fuss, Marie.

It's exactly what your daddy

would have wanted.

Oh, really?

Is he doing it for daddy,

or is he doing it to impress you?

You don't know

what you're talking about.

Is he coming around again?

Oh, I certainly hope so.

You should take this.

There's a family trapped.

That's it.

One down, on the right.

Michael Quinlan,

where in God's name have you been?!

Get in that shelter right away!

Everybody outside, come on. Run!

Run!

No messing about, come on!

Eleanor.

Didn't expect to find you here.

Well, where did you

expect to find me?

Not usually with us.

In the Georgian Hotel with one of

your gentleman friends.

I do more for the war effort

than you, Mrs Doyle.

Making your woolly underwear

for the troops.

And you taking it off fast

as they can put it on.

Michael,

we missed you at evening Mass.

You'd have got here

in time for a seat.

Michael.

You're a big lad now.

Will you be joining the Army,

fighting for King and country?

No, I'm gonna

be a fireman like my Da.

You can sit here, Michael.

Can I sit there?

No.

No.

We can't possibly mix

both congregations, Michael.

I'm forced to agree

with him there, Michael.

Cathal?

Sweet Jesus, is that you?

You're taking a chance,

aren't you?

Cathal, you'll

get yourself caught.

They've put

a reward out for you.

I don't care.

Here.

These are for you.

Look, I had to see you.

Eggs!

Dear God in heaven!

He has connections

over the border.

I thought you were away fighting

for the other side, Cathal Thomas.

He's right.

It's a dangerous place for you.

Is he fighting for the Germans?

IRA.

You should join us.

Don't you dare.

Thousands of good Catholic Irishmen

serving in the British Army,

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