Don't Give Up the Ship Page #7

the Kornblatt. Why don't you fill me in?

Can we talk?

Yes.

Rita.

If I knew anything, wouldn't

you be the first to tell me?

Well, since you put it that way.

Well, we'll see. Now, if you'll just come

with me, Lieutenant we can get started.

- Where are we going?

- Operation Snaggle.

There now. Do you like waltzes?

Oh, yes, I love 'em, but

I'm too upset to dance.

This is therapy, John.

Just to soothe you, get you relaxed.

- Uh huh.

- Comfortable?

Yes, very.

You can take your shoes off if you like.

Oh, thank you.

I won't be as tall, though.

I just want you to be completely relaxed.

Now, stretch out.

Anything you say.

Not on the floor, John. On the chair.

On the chair. I'm sorry. Thank you.

You're very kind.

Hey, this is peaceful.

I've never been this comfortable before.

Relax, John!

- Yes.

- Relax.

How's that?

Oh, yummy.

Now, I want you to tell

me everything you can

remember about the Kornblatt.

Everything.

- Now, concentrate, John.

- Yeah.

- Go back.

- Back.

Far, far back.

Far, far back.

Yeah, I'm going back.

Back, back.

Back, very far, far, far back.

What ship are you on?

I'm on the good...

- ship...

- Yes.

Lollipop. I'm in a bathtub.

Mommy!

Mommy, my boat went down the dwain!

My boat went down the dwain, Mommy!

Not that far back.

Far back.

Concentrate on the Kornblatt.

The U.S.S. Kornblatt.

Concentrate.

I'll concentrate.

It's coming back to me now.

Yeah, I can see her.

The Kornblatt gliding

through the blue Pacific.

Trim and beautiful.

Bulging in just the right places.

No wonder she was known to us aboard

as the pinup girl of the fleet.

The U.S.S. Marilyn Kornblatt.

It was V.J. Day.

End of the war in the Pacific.

Kornblatt! Orders, orders! Kornblatt!

Who's he?

You remember, sir? Enson Steckler.

Came aboard about a month ago.

You said to put him to

work in the engine room.

Oh, yes.

Which he nearly blew up.

Oh, yes!

So, now he's helping out in

the communication's shack.

- What do you got there, mister?

- A message from Singpack, sir.

- Well, read it.

- Uh, yes, sir.

Tiddley boo, tiddley bang, clippety

clop chap clang. Poughkeepsie.

Not in code! Let me read that.

Now, hear this men. We're

to proceed to Pearl Harbor

where all officers and men

with enough points will

be flown to the mainland

for immediate discharge.

Very useful.

Now, what did you do that for?

Uh...

We finally put in at Pearl Harbor

and lined up for final inspection.

As we stood there, everyone

had only one thought in mind.

H-O-M-E.

Girls.

Now hear this.

Men, I'm proud to have served

with every one of you.

I'd like to shake every man's hand.

But, that would only be

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