Son of Lassie Page #5

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Yes, Jerry gave us a few. I had

to bring her home with one engine.

But I brought your navigator back,

so you can use him again tomorrow.

- What'd you do with Laddie?

- I didn't do.

Come on, I'll show you.

Hey, now, Laddie.

Everything's gonna be all right.

You'll have to sleep out here with him.

Can't take him into the barracks.

- Yeah, I suppose I'll have to.

- Sleep well.

- We've got a reconnaissance job tomorrow.

- I'll be ready.

Oh, look, Joe.

The sergeant major says

Laddie's gotta be shipped home.

But I ran across Jerry Bartlett from our

squadron. He's got some leave coming...

...and he'll be going right near your home,

so you leave that to me.

- Thanks, Eddie.

- Look, boy...

...you don't have to put on an act for me.

I've seen an air marshal bawl like a baby

when he had to leave his dog.

You know something, Laddie?

You've got to understand something

before you go home this time.

One of the little things about war

is you can't have your dog.

You're a very little thing for me to give up

when men are giving up their children.

I suppose when I have a child,

the feeling will be something like this.

It probably won't be anything like it.

Perhaps I'll never know about it.

But, anyway, I know about you.

I won't see you anymore.

Photographs of this section

of the coast of Norway...

...show us the beginnings

of some new kind of activity.

However, all our pictures

have been from 35,000 feet.

Today, we should like to get some

from a bit lower. Understand?

- Yes, sir.

- It's dangerous. There'll be flak, of course.

But it's also important to know exactly

what Jerry's doing there.

- Any comments, Eddie?

- No, sir.

That's rather unusual for you.

- Well, that's all. Cheerio.

- Good show.

Cheerio.

Laddie! What are you doing here?

- Laddie ever been in Norway?

- No.

Yes, he has, for the last three minutes.

We're getting close!

Look out, Laddie.

"There'll be flak," he said,

and he wasn't kidding.

- Better hit the silk, Joe.

- But what about you?

I'll be right after you. Go ahead.

Hurry up. We're losing altitude. Jump!

Hurry up! I'm right behind you.

- Karl, look! I told you I saw something.

- That's a dog, not a parachute.

He is crazy. There's nothing here.

Maybe there is a name on his collar.

Here's a tag.

Quiet!

He is gone.

An English dog means an English soldier.

Maybe paratroopers

are landing in this section.

We'd better get back and report this.

A puppy!

I found a puppy!

Come on, puppy, let's play.

Thea! Arne!

Thea! Arne!

I'll be right back, puppy.

Thea! Thea!

My puppy! My puppy is sick!

My puppy! My brand-new, sick puppy!

You see, come on!

Oh, he always thinks about his dog,

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