Command Decision Page #5

...from Washington saying

you'd lost 48 ships yesterday.

That's right, 48.

I'd just finished selling the chiefs

on the low cost of daylight bombardment...

...and you spring these appalling losses

on me. Casey, surely you must re...

That's Cliff Garnet.

He flew over with me.

Apparently, the chief wants him

to look under a few beds.

I'm sorry, Casey. Who should I run into

out there but old Ramrod Haley.

I just told him about the pilot,

the mermaid and the rubber dinghy.

- How are you?

- Glad to see you, Cliff.

I saw Kathy and those youngsters

of yours day before I left.

- Yeah? How are they?

- Fine, Casey, fine.

Got some letters and packages for you.

- How's Ted?

- Keeping busy.

That's good. Sis gave me

a lot of messages for him.

- How is Helen?

- She's fine. She's staying with mother.

She's expecting it any day now.

Have you braced yourself

to be an uncle?

I'm hoping it will be a girl.

One who won't fly anything but a kite.

No, not Ted's daughter.

She'll probably be another Amelia Earhart.

- General, what are you doing here?

- Brockie.

I thought you were sitting

with the mighty in the Pentagon.

I gotta get out once in a while and see how

these boys are fighting the real war.

You're doing a wonderful job, Casey.

All you fellas are.

Have they turned you

into an air inspector?

Well, no.

The chief can't wait to find out

everything through channels.

Call it personal reconnaissance.

General Dennis. Who?

Just a minute, he's right here.

- It's for you, sir, the Duchess of Waverly.

- Oh, thank you.

Hello. Hello, Millie.

Yes, I just arrived.

I tried to get in touch

with you from Prestwick.

Oh, I wanted to tell you again

how charming the luncheon was last week.

The results were very evident

in Washington.

Oh, no, it was very useful to meet him

for once in an informal way.

Your luncheons may have done more

for daylight bombardment...

...than all the tonnage

we've dropped since April.

Thank you, my dear.

Thursday? Yes, yes, I think I can.

Some what?

Oh, peanuts.

Certainly. Send them over

with my sergeant this afternoon.

All right, Millie. Goodbye.

Come on now, Brockie,

don't look so gloomy.

I want you and Casey to cut this out.

We're fighting the same war.

I tried to explain to him that nobody wants

to withhold information from the press.

I've seen the way Mr. Brockhurst

handles legitimate information.

- When?

- After Bremfurt.

We needed another attack

to finish that job.

By the time you got through with our losses,

and Washington got through explaining...

...we got an order that it'd be politically

impossible to attack the place again.

Boys are being killed today with cannon

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