Destination Tokyo Page #7

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what I can see.

- Are you an atheist?

- Call it what you like.

The Japs turn the heat on us,

I'll watch you pray.

I've seen it happen before.

- Say, you guys know what?

- No, what?

There's something screwy

about this detour or whatever it is.

We'll know before long.

Hey, Yo Yo, mind if I use your office?

Something private.

- Sure.

- Thanks.

That's the third time

he's asked me.

Well, maybe he's writing poems.

There you are, my little scissorbill.

Get thee behind me.

Mind you, no politics, no ball games,

no hair down my neck.

Nothing but barbering.

Well, Cookie, looks like we're getting

pretty close to enemy waters.

Now, Tommy, don't go

getting yourself all worried.

Think we ought to take the hat off?

Well, don't you think we'd better?

- Clippers?

- Yes, thanks.

You see, Tommy, there's always

one of two things about a submarine.

In the first place, either the enemy

finds you, or he doesn't.

If he doesn't find you,

there's nothing to worry about.

But if he does, there is still

one of two things.

Either he drops a depth charge,

or he don't.

If he doesn't, there's nothing

to worry about. If he does...

...then there's still

one of two things.

Either he drops it

close to you or far away.

If he drops them far away,

it's foolish to worry.

If he drops them near you...

...then there is still one

of two things to worry about.

And that is...

Don't cut too much off.

If your pressure hull holds.

Of course, if it holds,

wouldn't it be foolish to worry?

If it doesn't, you won't be able

to worry, so why worry?

Are you through?

Yes.

He was worth waiting for.

He's a good barber. That looks fine.

You next?

One thousand fathoms, sir.

Rudder amidships. Steady on course.

- Two-nine-zero.

- Eight hundred fathoms.

Right, five degrees rudder.

New course, 295. All motors stop.

Right, five degrees rudder.

New course, 295. All motors stop.

Three hundred fathoms.

Stations for battle surface.

Stations for battle surface.

Ready on all main engines.

Down scope.

All engines, ahead one-third.

Has the radio man picked

up anything on the frequency?

Contact established.

Plane to starboard, sir.

Hold your fire.

Stand by to challenge.

Okay, Rocky.

Challenge.

Plane answered challenge

correctly, captain.

All stop. Rudder amidships.

Always nice to see

those stars on the wing.

You know, I'd sure like

to hook an Aleutian salmon.

Cute if I opened him up,

and there was a Jap in there.

Fried Jap in tartar sauce.

I'll take mine boiled in oil.

I'll go down and get him.

Lieutenant Raymond. McCary.

Welcome aboard.

- Thank you.

- Come up, meet the captain.

Thanks.

Lieutenant Raymond reporting.

- Glad to have you aboard.

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