So Proudly We Hail! Page #4

The card game, hmm?

Just a minute, Joan, be

with you, just a minute.

Hey, here it is.

I remember that game. Boy, what a game!

Boy, did you wreck the Army.

Yeah, well, it was just after that game

that I sort of figured I

better join the Marines.

Cigarette, miss. Sorry.

What's the matter with me? Have

I got dandruff or something?

I really can't tell

out here in the dark.

That's not what I mean.

I know what you mean.

Look, why won't you ever let me see you?

Officers are not supposed to

fraternize with enlisted men.

I don't want to

fraternize. I just wanna see you.

And pass the time of day?

Well, it'd be better than nothing.

Sunburn.

Well, just stop your maneuvers

before you make contact

with the main body.

Don't you like me?

I like you.

That's just sort of, "So what," huh?

That's right.

Look, Lieutenant, if

it's something I've done,

or if I just plain annoy you, I'm sorry.

I won't bother you anymore.

Don't go. I'm just being childish.

I sure would like to meet one guy,

though, who doesn't make a pass.

Well, when you do, you

better begin to worry.

You're not so dumb.

I just talk dumb.

But why can't men and women be pals?

'Cause only men and men are pals.

All right. Come on. Get it over with.

That's... Better.

Incidentally, I'm warning you, Kansas.

I melt at a very low temperature.

Well, then, I'll try to be pals.

Okay and when you can't

stand it any longer,

from time to time I'll let you kiss me.

This one of those times?

Nope!

Okay, let me know.

Golly! What's that?

Subs, I guess.

We picked up a number of

survivors from the torpedoed ships

who were suffering from shock and

burns from the oil in the water.

They were pitifully few, but more

than we could accommodate in sick bay,

so we turned the salon

into a temporary hospital.

For a while we were so busy, it

kind of took our minds off the war.

One of the survivors, only slightly

burned, was a nurse from the other ship.

Her name was Olivia.

We tried to be friendly, but

she didn't want any part of us.

So we didn't want any part of her.

There you are, Olivia. I'm glad

it was no more serious than that.

Happy to see you up and about again.

Thank you.

Olivia, I'm glad to see

your bandage off. Let's see.

It's fine.

You're a very lucky girl. Lucky?

Why, yes. We didn't get many survivors.

That's one way of looking at it.

Why did that boat leave

after Pearl Harbor?

I realize we need supplies

in the Philippines, but...

I don't know, and I don't

ask a lot of questions.

I see.

Incidentally, your orders came

through. You're to join our unit.

Here are a couple of extra caps.

I've sent your new issue

to Room 10 on C-deck.

You'll bunk in with Miss Bacelli.

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