Destination Tokyo Page #4

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- Yep, son.

We'll hear it, all right.

- Isn't there anything we can do?

- Yep. We're doing it.

Maybe it's one of our own planes.

If we sink, it doesn't matter

who drops the bombs.

Think they can see

our shadow from the air?

That's what we're finding out.

All clear, sir.

Let's go up for a look-see.

Periscope depth.

Periscope depth. Five degrees up angle.

- Twenty-degree rise on the bow planes.

- Five degrees up angle.

- Twenty-degree rise, sir.

- Take charge of your planes.

Up a foot.

Maybe that plane had feathers.

Looks as if we dunked

for a four-motored albatross.

Service, down scope.

Have a merry Christmas, men.

- Gee, fellas. I could have sworn...

- Albatross have retractable landing gear?

Lookouts to the bridge!

- You can hear that motor so plain!

- Key down. He feels bad enough.

Watch out, or they'll give you

an E for imagination.

Lay off him, Rocky.

That's all right, son.

I'd rather submerge for 100 birds

than not submerge for one plane.

Thank you, sir.

- All clear starboard.

- All clear port.

Hello, Andy.

Almost 24 hours out now, skipper.

About time to open orders?

Three minutes to go, Andy.

I got a hunch it's something big.

Last night, I dreamed we upped periscope.

Right in the middle of

the entire Jap imperial fleet.

Passing in review.

- Did we sink them all?

- With one torpedo.

Billiard shot.

By the way, there's a man

from the forward room.

Wants to see you on a matter

of vital importance.

- Torpedoman Adams.

- Send him in.

I was told I'd have to ask you, sir.

Go ahead. Ask me.

Sir, at sub school, we saw a lot

of pictures of submariners...

...coming back from patrols with beards.

- So you want to grow one?

- Yes, sir.

- Think you can?

- Sir, I'd like to find out.

Well, I'll tell you, Adams.

First patrol, we all grew beards.

I had a pip.

The second patrol was

about half and half.

Then we decided beards are itchy.

They get greasy. We keep a trim ship.

Makes sense we have a trim crew

to man her.

Yes, sir.

But I don't want to cheat you

of a beard on your first patrol.

Oh, that's all right, sir.

I only shave twice a week anyway.

If I could grow one,

it'd look a little limp.

I'll stick to shaving twice a week, sir.

Maybe when we get back,

you'll be shaving three times a week.

Thank you, sir. I guess I'd better

get back and do what I was doing.

Thank you.

Send in the quartermaster

with the chart catalog.

Captain wants the chart catalog, Rocky.

- Chart catalog, sir.

- Thank you. Stand by.

- Has he come yet?

- No. He's still in there.

- Bring in chart 1291.

- Aye, aye, sir.

Just get out that old chart of Tahiti.

I got a tomato in Papeete.

Poetry.

Gonna write a letter

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