Flying Leathernecks Page #3

Jigsaw 2, 10 and 9,

join on me for a strafing run.

We have arrived.

All other chicks, pancake. See you later.

All Jigsaws, nice work.

Prepare to pancake. Check your...

Jigsaw 10, get back in formation!

Acknowledge.

Jigsaw 2 and 9, how is your fuel?

- 2, on reserve.

- 9, oranges sour.

We'll have to pancake. Out.

Hiya, Clancy!

How are you?

- Oh, a little grayer, a little older.

- Any smarter?

Haven't seen you since Midway,

major, but I'm sure glad you're here.

- How you doing?

- Not so good.

All right, let's have the regular beef.

What are you short of?

Everything.

Except Japs.

Them mud Marines will get him.

Well, fancy little airstrip

we got here, eh, major?

Well, it's all ours.

So far.

This must be a pretty

valuable piece of real estate.

The down payment's been pretty high.

They got him.

How are we set on gas and refueling?

I've only got 400 drums of Jap gas.

We refuel by hand

and no spare parts either.

Give up?

I only regret I ain't got but one life

to give for my country.

Save it. We need a good line chief.

- Well, we better get these planes dispersed.

- Better not spread them out too much.

No transportation for a scramble.

Well, I don't like it.

- Get them refueled as fast as you can.

- Yes, sir.

Hey, Dan!

- Joe!

- Seems like I can't get away from you.

- How's the leg?

- Fine.

I had a good doc after I escaped you.

Hey! You took us in pretty close. Cowboy's

knees are still knocking and so are mine.

And so are mine. Doc Curan, this

is Captain Griffin, my exec.

- Glad to meet you.

- Same here.

- Doc was medic at Midway.

- Oh, we gotta be nice to you, huh?

Hey, fellas!

Come on over and meet the bartender.

Griff? Attention!

- Dan.

- Glad to see you, sir.

This is Captain Griffin, my exec.

Colonel Riley, Colonel Foster,

Major Kirby, Captain Griffin.

Glad to see you too, Dan.

- Climb in. We'll go over to headquarters.

- Thank you, sir.

- Is old grumble-guts still on the long island?

- Yes, sir.

- Dan.

- Yes, sir?

I was making a tour of positions

when you hit that ridge.

Nice going. Get all your people in okay?

- One pilot missing, sir.

- Condition red, sir!

I'm getting too old for this.

Get our gang.

Get everybody to help with those fires.

Those planes should

have been dispersed better.

Yes, sir.

Hey, captain!

- Where are you going?

- I'm all gassed up. Let me go.

You'll never get off the ground.

Better get yourselves quartered.

Then come back...

...and we'll see what we can

salvage out of this mess.

No report on Simmons

from ground intelligence.

I guess he's gone.

I guess so.

Let's go.

- It's okay, isn't it, major?

- Couldn't think of a better name.

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