Wake Island Page #4

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Straighten up here.

- Who's responsible for this?

- [ Both ] Me, sir.

Who are these men, Sergeant?

Privates Randall and Doyle, sir.

Haven't we met before?

Yes, sir. China Station, sir.

I suppose you've already discovered,

Randall, that we have no brig here.

Yes, sir.

You know, I haven't got

much faith in brigs, anyway.

No, sir.

Putting a marine in the brig

is a waste of good manpower.

That's right, sir.

I'll see these men

in the morning, Sergeant.

In the meantime,

I'll try and think of some way...

of diverting your surplus energy

into more useful and constructive channels.

Yes, sir.

I don't like the sound of that

"constructive channels" stuff.

No, sir. Aw, what am I sayin'?

Hey, if this is a sample of Caton's

constructive channels, give me the brig.

What are we diggin' here, anyway?

A slit trench.

Huh?

Bomb shelter for air raids.

What bombs and which air raids?

- What's on your mind, pal?

- Oh, nothing.

I was just wondering what would happen

if marines had to do a good day's work.

What do you suppose they give you

for bustin' a civilian?

In self-defense?

Naw,just bustin' him.

With or without provocation?

Both.

For bustin' a guy like that, I guess

they'd give you the Medal of Honor.

Come on. Back to nature.

Hey, what's happened here?

Pete just passed out.

Too much sun.

Get him over to the hospital.

I'll take charge while you

get another man for the tractor.

Okay, Mac.

[ Air Raid Siren Blaring ]

Hey, what is this? Hogan!

[ Siren Stops ]

Hey, Hogan!

What goes on?

Orders, Mr. McCloskey.

Whose orders? For what?

Civilian air raid drill.

Here. Here it is.

"Approach of enemy aircraft will be

signaled by long blast on claxon horn.

All civilian workers

will thereupon take cover."

Where'd you get that?

Major Caton's office.

Major Caton! Well,

I might as well shake that guy

out of my hair right now.

It's my job to keep those men out there

working and the machinery rolling.

If they're gonna run in the bushes

every time a brass hat toots a horn,

I'm gonna wind up behind the eight ball.

The responsibility for the life of every man

on this island is invested in us.

In times like these,

air raid drill is necessary.

In times like these, it's necessary

for you guys to let me get my job finished.

We're just as anxious as you are

for you to finish your job.

Right. Then quit stampedin' my men

with that peewee auto horn

and let me get to it!

Everybody must participate

in the air raid drill.

There will be no exceptions.

So it's a must, is it?

Exactly.

Well, General, the first man of mine that

ducks in the bushes when the horn blows...

is gonna get a two-by-four

over his head.

Mr. McCloskey!

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