Closing the Ring Page #3

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So, it's supposed to be

the final approach...

...and we're thinking

something's wrong...

We're flying at the runway at,

God, 200 knots!

And the instructor says,

"Well, buddy... " well

...how about putting down

the flaps?".

And the pilot goes,

"Oh, shoot!".

And wham!

Puts down the flaps,

but he pulls back the stick

at the same time.

That airplane must have been

standing straight on its tail.

No, wait,

I saw you guys coming in.

You were like that was me.

Anybody want another soda?

No, thank you.

No, thanks, Jack.

I wish I'd been up there with

you I really wanna fly.

I don't think the Air Force

would like that.

You got any cash?

There's plenty of girl pilots.

Amelia Earhart.

Yeah.

But not in a B-17.

Not with a bunch of hairy

apes like us.

So what about pilot school?

Still going?

I don't know.

The other guys are okay,

but I got problems with math.

They won't stop me

from going up there.

Bombardier, gunner.

I don't care.

Nor do I,

so long as you're happy.

I'm happy.

I've never been so happy.

Seems the whole town is

in love with that girl.

Never thought she'd choose

the country boy.

Country boy?

I trust him with my life.

Don't worry, my lips are sealed.

Young love, huh?

Come on.

One hamburger and three fries.

Chuck

Come on, lover boy.

Come on, guys.

Marie.

Marie?

I guess you upset her.

Not hard to do.

Stupid tune.

Oh, come on,

they were great tunes.

I need a drink.

Steady, you've had a few already.

Why not?

I can have anything I want now.

Yeah.

What do you want, Ethel?

Go inside.

Well, at least let me

get the door for you.

I can get the door, thank you.

I've lived here long enough.

Well, just as you please.

This house.

Yeah.

Does seem kind of strange,

doesn't it?

Coming back to the house that he

built without him in it.

Yes.

Sure.

Jack, thank you for

the air raid and all.

My pleasure, girl.

Scared me half to death.

You ought to lose your licence.

Yeah, that's what the Sheriff said.

But I told him it was

an old tradition.

Class of June '42.

Go home, Jack.

What do you mean, now?

Yes, now.

Come on, dad.

Okay.

You won't forget

to do something for me,

will you, Ethel?

What's that?

Grieve.

Your father's picture

at the Air Academy.

Put it back, please.

Sorry.

You never talk about those times.

Neither did dad.

No.

Did you know a lot of these boys?

Yes, they were

a great bunch of guys.

We had some good times.

Could you tell me about it?

Could you tell me about them?

What you want to know

is whether I did it

with one of them and which one.

No.

Well, why not?

It's notjust a picture,

they were flesh and blood.

Okay, just forget it.

Have you been with Pete yet?

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