The Fighting Seabees

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We're the Seabees

of the navy,

We can build

or we can fight.

We'll pave our way

to victory,

And guard it

day and night.

And we promise

that we'll remember

The 7th of December.

We're the Seabees

of the navy,

Bees of the Seven Seas.

Ding!

Where's Ryan?

You see Wedge?

- I can't hear you!

- Hi, Wedge!

Ryan!

- Oh, I'm sorry.

- It's quite all right. Excuse me.

- Bob!

- Oh, I am sorry.

Let's not make this a habit.

The lady's difficult.

Excuse me.

Bob!

Sorry, you can't

come through here.

It's all right, I'm Connie Chesley,

Inter-Ocean news service.

Pleased to meet you. I'm Ben

Hedburg. So what, cookie?

It's all right, Coxswain.

You can let her through.

Yes, sir.

- Hello.

- Connie.

- How are you?

- I'm just wonderful, darling.

- And you?

- Good.

- Mr. Collins.

- Howdy, Wedge.

- Rollie.

- Hi, ya, Wedge.

Yump, how are ya?

Glad to see ya, Brick.

Hans, good to see you.

Where's Denny Ryan?

Denny ain't comin' back.

- Anyone else?

- Evans, Burns and Long Louie.

- Where's Johnson?

- Hello, Wedge.

Hello, fella.

Well, this one's nearest

my heart, anyhow.

- What happened?

- They wouldn't give us any guns.

We wanted to fight, but we didn't have

no chance. They wouldn't give us guns.

Who wouldn't give you guns?

That gold braid over there.

The Japs sneaked in a landing party,

infiltrated our covering posts,

and then rushed the workmen.

The workmen?

You see, they're technicians who

couldn't be replaced within 7,000 miles.

Getting them means more to the

Japs than getting us, out there.

Something ought to be done about

this, Bob. Something will be done.

- And I mean to see that it's done.

- Mister?

I gave you a gang of men to

build an airfield in the pacific.

They were whole men.

Take a look at 'em now!

- I hope you can sleep nights.

- Aren't you mixing your pronouns a little?

Didn't you refuse them arms

to protect themselves?

That's right.

- And I'm not apologizing for it.

- Apologies won't bring back my men.

- Are you Donovan?

- Yes.

- Then, you're just the man I want to see.

- About what?

About what's eating

you right now.

I didn't arm your men because civilians

found armed are shot like spies.

- It's a rule of war.

- What do you think happened to them?

I know what happened to them. That's

why the rules have to be changed.

We're not fighting men anymore.

We're fighting animals.

I want your men armed in

the future, legally armed,

and I'll need your

help to do it.

Well, on second thought, I guess

you don't make the rules.

Keep talking, sailor.

I'm Lieutenant Commander Yarrow.

This is Miss Chesley.

I'd like to talk to you about

this as soon as possible.

- Could you join us for dinner?

- Well, I can't.

I'm giving a welcome-home party

for my men at the St. George.

Why don't you two join us?

We could talk then.

- Fine. We'll be there.

- I'll be expecting you around 9.

Right.

And so, to you gentlemen of the

Donovan Construction Company,

who have been so devoted,

so unbegrudging,

so stuffy, so...

Ladies and gentlemen, I

have a toast to offer.

Mr. Donovan!

Where do you work-a, John?

On the Delaware Lackawann'.

What do you do-a, John?

I push-a, push-a, push.

Hey!

What do you push-a, John?

I push, I push-a da truck.

Where do you push-a, John?

On the Delaware Lackawann'.

A-wan, a-wan, a-wan, on

the Delaware Lackawann'.

Hey!

Where do you work, me boyo?

I'm in Donovan's employ.

How's your boss, me boy?

He makes workin' seem a joy!

Hey!

How're ya doin', Jock?

I've money in every sock.

And who do you work for, Jock?

A man you better not knock.

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