Command Decision

Preceding today's American operations...

...heavy bombers of the Royal Air Force

made a night attack...

...on the important

marshaling yard at Hamm.

Of all British operations...

...only 12 of our aircraft failed to return.

Any questions from the correspondents?

Major Davenport.

Ladies and gentlemen...

...I have only limited news

on today's American air operations.

In the deepest penetration to date,

strong formations of Flying Fortresses...

...were dispatched well beyond the range

of friendly fighter cover...

...to attack key industrial objectives

in Germany.

An early estimate indicates that upward

of 200 German fighters were destroyed.

Forty-eight of our bombers are missing.

Forty-eight?

That's all at the present time,

ladies and gentlemen.

Let's get out of here.

What do you expect us to write when we

don't even know the name of the target?

Would it be tactless to inquire

what kind of industrial objectives?

"Key industrial objectives."

A fine comfort for a lot of new widows

back home.

What do you suppose is there, Brockie?

Is there any one target in Germany

worth 48 bombers?

Worth it to whom?

Casey Dennis?

What's 48 bombers?

- Hello, Brockie.

- Hello.

- Hello, Carwood.

- Hi.

Good evening, constable.

Maybe they're after something special.

If it's that, I'm willing to be shown.

For my money, it's Dennis that's special.

- Taxi.

- What's the answer, Brockie?

All guts and no brain?

No, that's putting it too simply.

Dennis is one of those boys

whose brain is fascinated by guts.

He loves this lousy war.

Taxi.

The Savoy. Then King's Cross Station.

If Dennis throws you in the guardhouse,

we'll bail you out.

It's been a long while

since I've talked to the boys.

- Tell the boss I'll phone soon as I get there.

- Right.

Another big one out today?

You ain't kidding.

They're putting everything up that can fly.

Thought the boys might have drawn

a stand-down after yesterday.

- Not with old iron butt driving the wagon.

- Who?

Who do you think? Dennis.

That's the one we seen

come in yesterday, sir.

I don't know who was flying it.

Pilot, dead. Copilot, wounded.

About five of them bailed out.

You better drive around the other side.

Yes, sir.

What do you think this is,

a sheet-metal shop?

The old man wanted to have this

as soon as I'd done it.

Do you think

we're gonna get rest tomorrow?

I don't know. They ain't said yet.

But he can't keep this up.

In that case, maybe this is the night

I could get that date with Joan.

You know she don't

like to date nobody but me.

Three pounds ten,

and I'll stay home.

How long will you stay home?

You said 2.10 yesterday.

The price has gone up.

So has the price of whiskey.

Fork over.

Do you usually take her something

or do you just go by yourself?

Well, if I was you,

I'd take her some peanuts.

Especially if I was you.

General Dennis' office.

What? He is? Thanks, Mike.

Beat it.

Hello, Harry.

The tower at the 32nd just called.

The old man's coming in.

Better break it up, you guys,

the old man's back.

Good afternoon, sir.

- Got the signal, Evans?

- Not yet, sir.

The estimated time

over target is 12:11.

- Yesterday's strike photo's been plotted?

- Right there, sir.

Good.

Right on it. Good.

- I want a set of these for General Kane.

- Yes, sir.

- Anything else?

- Well, sir...

...in this batch of DFCs

approved by General Kane...

...there's one for Captain Lucius Jenks.

- Jenks?

Colonel Haley said

you wanted to see his file, sir.

Call the 32nd and tell them

I want Captain Jenks here.

Yes, sir.

And there was this correspondent,

you know the one...

I have no time.

Tell Public Relations to handle him.

Yes, sir.

- Flying control. That's right.

- I'll call you as soon as I...

- Bring me all reports on enemy opposition.

- Yes, sir.

That's it. Baker-One-Seven,

High Hat, C-Charlie.

Very likely there'll be more.

Aircrew should hardly get their feet wet.

Yes. Thanks, chum.

- Strike signal?

- Still sweating it out.

RAF Mosquitoes have reported

a formation of U.S. Fortresses...

...under very heavy fighter attack

15 miles east of Braunschweig.

What's your report

on morale, Haley?

After the last two days,

they're too tired to bother about morale.

How many crews are making

their last mission today?

Eleven, if they get back, sir.

Then we lose them anyway.

Ted should have

his bomb-bay doors open right now.

Strike signal from

7th Combat Wing, sir.

Primary attacked. Visibility, perfect.

Results, excellent.

Well, that's two out of three.

That leaves just one to go.

- Check that with command.

- Yes, sir.

Davis, any changes

in your 1400 weather map?

Well, there's an interesting cold mass

forming eccentrically over the Arctic Sea.

Never mind the genealogy.

How will it affect us?

Weather along the coastal fringes

in southern France should be...

I'm not interested in France.

What about central

and northern Germany?

Right here.

Way in there again, sir?

Three days running?

Major, I'm consulting you

about the weather.

Sorry, sir.

It should be wide open

all the way to Breslau.

Good at our bases all day.

Four-forty.

Five-fifty.

I want all leaves canceled

until we know today's losses.

Yes, sir.

That's all, gentlemen. Thank you.

Well?

Then are we to understand, sir,

we'll have...

...another maximum effort tomorrow?

- That's right.

Keep bringing me that weather

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