Twelve O'Clock High Page #4
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Courage, he works hard.
I don't know where to fault him.
If he can't cut it, we're in trouble.
What happened to change the picture?
Nothing.
Added this to it, though:
He's gonna bust wide open.
And he's gonna do it to himself too.
Why? Because he's a first-rate guy.
Because he's thinking about his boys
instead of missions.
Over-identification with his men.
I think that's what they call it.
You won't change it either.
I can't buy it, Frank.
Not yet, anyway.
- Is he still here?
- He had tomorrow to get ready for.
We'd better find out.
If it's true, we're in trouble.
hold together if the 918th can't?
Call my car, will you,
while I get my pants on?
- You want me to go there with you?
- You bet I do. It's your idea.
and got most of it here.
Deadly three minutes.
The idea was to get the groups
there simultaneously...
...so that enemy flak couldn't
concentrate on one group.
We sure were sitting ducks.
I figured they didn't want
You couldn't foresee a plane
breaking through.
You should've gone
to the secondary target.
if it wasn't for stinking luck.
Luck? What luck was that?
- It was my fault.
- It wasn't.
I'd like to hear his version.
We had to alter the navigation in
flight to cross the enemy coast here.
We picked up a wind change.
And I missed a checkpoint here,
Saint-L.
By the time I caught it,
it had cost us three minutes.
We never made it up.
If there's any fault, it's mine.
I ordered the change in flight plan.
Thank you, lieutenant.
Thank you, gentlemen.
Zimmy. It's okay.
I know you're tired,
but let's talk a little.
Sit down.
Let's talk about luck.
A pretty critical three minutes,
Keith. Five crews, 50 men.
- I know.
I told you, mine.
- Do you rely on your navigator?
- You have to rely on your navigator.
- Then it was the lieutenant's fault.
- It could've happened to anyone.
I know. He feels as rotten about it
as any of us do.
But what happens now, Keith?
I don't understand you, sir.
I don't believe in it.
I believe that a man
makes his own luck.
Yours has been pretty bad.
It's getting worse.
Maybe the navigator's in point.
He blew it. What'll you do about it?
I don't believe in chopping off heads
because of one mistake.
I don't think that's any way
to run a group.
I feel sorry for the boy, Keith.
But what will your men think
when he navigates again?
That he messed up this one.
If they fall apart,
that won't be luck.
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