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up at Coral Sea and Midway.

I know you don't have

everything you need, but...

Look, sir, if I could just

have a little more time...

That's because our

friends in Washington

are sending it all to George

Patton in North Africa,

so he can run around in the desert,

fighting a seesaw tank battle.

General, if I could just have...

Sid, I want to see

my new air commander.

Where's General Kenney?

General Kenney?

Good morning.

Where'd

you get the B-17?

It flew in from

the States this morning.

We're putting together several

squadrons up in Brisbane.

Good. How soon can you

get them in the air?

Soon enough to get

the enemy off our back,

and maybe go kick

his butt for a change.

Good, good.

My boys say you can't do it.

Well, your boys aren't fliers.

Give me five days to prepare,

and I'll ship the whole goddamn United

States Army to New Guinea by air.

Really?

My staff hear about this?

I doubt it.

Don't tell them. You'll

scare them half to death!

Attack!

And you ram it

right down his throat!

The recent bombings of

our northern airfields

give us every reason to believe

that the nips' next move will be

a massive invasion of

the Australian continent.

The garrison at Darwin, up here,

doesn't have enough troops to

hold for more than 48 hours.

So our best plan, therefore,

is to show token resistance

and fall back rapidly to

this, the Brisbane Line.

To the north, the enemy will

find only burnt offerings.

Meanwhile in the southeast,

we will throw everything

into the fight for the cities

and the farmlands around them.

This is the living

heart of Australia,

and we shall defend it

with our lives.

General.

Thank you.

Gentlemen,

I've been deeply moved

and deeply stirred

by the Allied efforts,

and by the courage and

determination of the Australians

as expressed by General Blamey,

but as supreme commander

of the southwest Pacific area,

I will not be the leader

of another lost cause.

We are attacking, gentlemen.

I am going to make

the fight for Australia

up here in New Guinea.

Hey, Joe,

what are you doing out here?

You should be home on the farm

walking with your girl,

getting your chores done

and sitting down to supper.

Or maybe you should be

taking in a show,

walking down Broadway,

sipping Coke.

The jungle's where we live.

It's where you die.

Bob,

I sent for you

because I don't think you like a

stalemate any better than I do,

and that's what we've got here

in New Guinea.

They tell me that American boys

are actually throwing away

their rifles and turning tail.

That hasn't happened since

the first battle of Bull Run.

I want you to relieve Harding.

This isn't

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