What Price Glory Page #3

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Now, Charmaine,

you go on home to Papa Pete.

And wait for Captain Flagg.

You're my girl, remember?

And if I hear of your running

around with anybody else...

I will tear you in two.

See? Now, go on home.

- Good night, Charmaine.

- Good-bye, Captain.

- Good-bye, Sergeant.

- Good-bye.

Replacement, huh?

Don't try anything while I'm gone.

I broke you in China for something

like this and I'll break you again.

- Whatever happened to that little girl?

- What little girl?

- Don't give me that!

The one in Chefoo, China.

- Captain, I saved your life.

If it hadn't been for me you'd have married

that little girl and right now...

be running a Chinese laundry

with the seat of your pants

hanging out between your knees.

- What happened to her?

- What happened to the battleship Maine?

- Platoon commanders aboard, sir.

- Send 'em in.

Wait a minute.

Who's senior?

Aldrich.

Attention!

Gentlemen, this is First Sergeant Quirt

who'll be in charge here.

This is Lieutenant Aldrich,

Lieutenant Moore, Lieutenant Schmidt.

Aldrich, you are senior here,

aren't you?

Yes, sir. Two days

ahead of the others, sir.

You'll be in command.

Ask Quirt for any advice you need.

I'll be back Wednesday week.

Now, men, Sergeant Quirt...

is one of the best darn soldiers that

ever tore up a memorandum receipt.

I have soldiered with him

all over the world.

And there isn't a finer, cleaner,

smarter marine afloat than Quirt...

when he's sober.

And while he's sober, he'll run this outfit

whether I'm here or absent.

But, uh, Quirt... loves the bottle.

And when he's drunk,

he is the lousiest...

filthiest tramp that

ever wore a uniform.

He's even worse than I am. And I don't

allow anybody to get as bad as that.

If he tanks up, I'll bust him.

I busted him before

and I'll bust him again.

Get that, Aldrich.

The first time you find him down in

the square with his face in the dirt...

Iock him up, and keep him

locked up till I get back.

But if he behaves himself, give him his head

and let him have anything he wants.

He's forgotten more about being a soldier

than any of you college boys will ever know.

Now, if you're wise...

you will not play cards with him.

You said it.

And before you lend him any money...

kiss it one last long farewell.

He'll steal your cognac...

he'll steal your socks,

your women...

and your front teeth

if they've got any gold in them.

That's all. Kiper.

- Motorcycle alongside, sir.

- Give her a spin and we'll shove off.

Gangway.

Attention!

Right face!

Forward march!

Just kidding, sir.

Will do!

Wheel blocks away!

One, two, three, four.

One, two, three, four.

One, two, three, four.

We do the fightin' for the navy.

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