Destination Tokyo Page #5

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to your wife every night?

- Yep. Sort of keeps us in touch.

- Doesn't make sense if there's no mail.

Who knows? We might hit Australia.

Then again, we might not.

Funny thing about submarines.

The crew always knows where we're going

before the captain does.

Holy smoke! Tokyo?

I always wanted to see those geisha gals

up-close.

- Too bad you didn't study "Japany" lingo.

- Listen, my language is international.

How are we going to get into Tokyo Bay?

The Copperfin just naturally sprouts wings.

We fly over the nets and the minefields...

...plumb in the middle of the harbor.

- Tokyo Bay. Perfect.

Bet we sink 70,000 tons.

20 bucks, even money.

- Seventy thousand tons. You're nuts.

- Look, I got a reason to have luck.

Where I go, there's gonna be

dead Japs.

- What is this reason of yours?

- Never mind. Anybody wanna bet?

It's a secret between him and Roosevelt.

I'll take the bet.

I'll pay off double if we make it.

Only two guys whistle in the Navy.

Boatswain's mates and boots.

You a boatswain's mate?

I'm sorry, Mike. I forgot.

You hear that music?

- Reminds me of a dame I knew in Frisco.

- Here we go again.

- She was built for speed, like a destroyer.

- Now I listen.

Kind of compact too, like a submarine.

She was coming down Sutter Street.

Off my starboard beam.

I sees her and says, "Up periscope."

I gives my motor a third back and

maneuvers for an opening shot.

She picks me up on her detector.

Gives her rudder a hard left.

Makes like she's looking in the window.

Naturally, I gives my rudder

a hard right and moves...

... right up alongside her. She's beautiful.

But beautiful!

Comes up to about my chin.

Fits just right.

Well, neither of us breaks silence.

Naturally, there's a long pause.

We're both running on batteries now.

Something electric is going on between

her and me.

I'd been on patrol three months.

And this was

my first night ashore.

Now, you guys know how it is.

There she was in a nice, clean, crisp,

lacy blouse.

And she looked

just like she had a bath.

So she looked like she had a bath.

She even smelled like geranium.

So she even smelled like geraniums.

Then what?

Here we are, hove to,

with her smelling like geraniums...

...and me with three months' pay

in my whites.

- I'll never forget it!

- Never forget what, Wolf?

Some dames have lips that

are curved all right.

But when you kiss them, you find they

have lips as hard as a warhead?

Well, you could tell hers

was as soft as silk.

Just enough lipstick. Just right.

Well, what did you do about it?

I was so busy drinking her in

out of my starboard lamps...

... that I don't see this Market Street

commando hove to alongside her.

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