Fighter Squadron

Fighter Squadron (1948)

British photographers.

Public relations OK'd them.

Are those planes

back from the 17th?

They ran into trouble

over Bremen.

They love trouble.

O.K., knucklehead,

don't let any Germans in here.

Next time he calls

me knucklehead,

I'm not going to let him in.

He'd love that.

It's about time you gentlemen

got around to

photographing my outfit.

You seem proud of

your group, sergeant.

Take guys like

Colonel Brickley

and Major Hardin.

They were born with

propellers in their mouths.

He's got a propeller

in his mouth, too.

It takes a good

man on the ground

to keep them together.

What I go through!

Dolan this, Dolan that.

If I wasn't here,

the outfit would fold.

O.K., gentlemen.

Hang around till you spot them

and go down the runway

for your pictures.

Thank you.

How about taking a picture

of me for your paper?

Tell them how I

run the outfit.

Thanks. If anybody

bothers you,

you just tell them that

Sergeant Dolan OK'd you.

Where's that crack

outfit of ours?

They were due 20 minutes ago.

If they were due

20 minutes ago,

they'll be here

20 minutes ago.

Jughead, ain't you got that

auxiliary tank filled yet?

There's 110 gallons

of gas in it.

Why don't you help?

I don't like those tanks.

If I was flying,

I'd drop them.

General Gilbert says

don't drop 'em.

He ain't flying.

I'd hate to have a

German chasing me

with 110 gallons of

gas on my belly.

You know that Swiss watch

you sold me last week?

It was made in Czechoslovakia.

You know how those

Swedes get around.

At ease.

Be careful, Wilbur.

Whenever there's officers around,

you don't have to salute me.

Any calls?

Sybil's mother called...

Three times!

I told her the general

sent you to Italy.

You're using your head.

You're going to

get these stripes

and a decoration.

The Iron Cross... Very

few Americans get them.

Clean up the jeep

and throw some

soap in the back.

Are you giving soap away?

No. I let them

wash their face,

and I take it back.

Let a cat out.

The only cat left

has a white paw.

Use shoe polish. Blacken it.

You'll get in trouble.

Let me worry about that.

I'm running this outfit.

That's right. I forgot.

Oh. The cat.

They're 24 minutes late, sir.

I know, Dolan. Watching

the clock won't help.

I brought those photographers.

Want me to drive them back?

No. Put that sign up.

Another sign?

If these signs get any lower,

only midgets and dogs will

be able to read them.

Get a load of that one.

"A man who wants

to get married

hasn't got his mind

on fighting..."

Till he meets his

wife's family.

That'll do, sergeant.

Post the weather report.

Dolan, look who's here.

What, again?

The pilots can't find

that black cat here.

Where'd you take

him last time?

Halfway to the village!

This time, take him

beyond the village.

Any particular village?

Anyplace!

Here you are, Wilbur.

Bye, pussy.

Pussy, go that way.

I'm going this way.

Haystack, this is Yardstick.

We have two cripples.

Have the ambulance and

crash truck stand by.

We'll circle till you

clear us to come in.

Come in. Land to the

west if you can.

Colonel Brickley,

what happened to Major Hardin?

We don't know.

Dudley and Clement got it.

We had it today.

It's Hardin I'm worried about.

Relax, Stu. He may be O.K.

I'm supposed to fly his wing.

You had M.E.S on you.

How could you know he was

going after those Jerries?

Where's Brickley?

Control tower.

They may have picked him up.

All right. Go ahead.

Did you hear from

Ed on the R.T.

After he hit the deck?

We're going to the tower.

They might have.

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