Fighter Squadron Page #4

Hiya, Tennessee.

How are the boys taking it?

Some of them are

feeling mighty low.

A crap game usually helps...

Takes their minds off it.

Fellas, get out the dice.

I got $400. Where's Stu?

Upstairs.

Let's go get him.

You'd rather shoot crap

than talk about women?

Let's root him out.

Speaking of dames, there

was a little girl...

If he doesn't stop

talking about women,

he'll wind up married to one.

They're starting a

game downstairs

with two dirty

cubes called dice.

Bust out your flying pay!

You go play. I'm

staying with Ann.

Why would she stay with you?

Let me get my luck on.

You better come barefoot.

These are the good-luck

boots of all time.

You should have seen them

in that London store...

A bombed-out pile of rubble,

gutted by fire,

windows smashed.

Ya da da...

They were the only

thing left...

Immaculate, not even singed,

not one speck of dirt!

Did he tell it the same?

Last time, he put

the dirt first.

40 more.

You're covered. 60 more.

Yellow warning.

Yellow warning.

All personnel, prepare

to take cover.

Sic 'em, raf!

Big old nasty 7!

You better hold out

some money for cigarettes.

I feel lucky tonight. 200!

I got you.

Watch for those 11 freckles!

Four's his point!

Make a come bet. You

never made four yet.

All that says he doesn't.

What's that for?

As long as you're

betting leather...

Aw... Come on!

Let daddy make his point!

Red warning. Red warning.

All personnel, take

immediate cover.

Looking for that

great big four!

Hey, fellas,

where's that dough?

I made it... The hard way!

Hiya, Wilbur.

Hello, sarge.

Any calls?

Lady Woodbine called.

She said she'd meet

you tonight

at the same place.

On the bridge.

If it's raining,

under the bridge.

Gas up the jeep

and throw my white

tie in the back.

Wilbur, I'm a little short.

You got any money?

All I've got is a dollar.

You better write

home for some dough.

Yes, I think I'd better.

Let one out, will you?

Yes, sir.

Dolan, Colonel Brickley

wants to see you.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir?

I have a memo here

from fighter command.

There's a sergeant been

spending a lot of time

in the towns of Randall,

Stratford, Kentborough, and Dorset

entertaining ladies, and

not by playing cricket.

When General

McCready finds him,

he'll have him hung... twice.

Can you describe him?

We know he's a sergeant.

His name's Kinsey.

Must be in the infantry.

Our men haven't had any

passes off the base.

And nobody's going

to get off the base.

Post that. Double

restrictions.

Fog's lifting.

Is that from Ann?

She sends her love.

She saw your father.

I'll bet the old man

talked her ear off.

You told her you'd be

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