When Willie Comes Marching Home Page #4

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She's too busy

worrying about Charley.

I guess she is at that.

These are precious moments. Fella's just

got the time left, he has to see his girl.

- This may be our last night together.

- You're gonna miss me after I'm gone, huh?

- Terribly.

- I know what you mean.

- But I'm not gonna sit around and mope.

I'm gonna be fighting this war

on the home front through the Red Cross...

and in the canteen

and in air raid warden-

Not tonight, honey.

Not tonight.

Good night, William,

and good luck overseas!

- You said it, killer.

- Good night.

Yeah, good night, Mrs. Barnes.

Night, Andy.

So long.

- You know, I'll always remember tonight.

- Me too.

For the first time I've realized

there aren't enough hours in a lifetime-

Hours? We haven't got hours.

Just minutes.

- The last few minutes could

mean so much to a guy, you know.

- You're not holding out.

- You're not leaving tonight.

- When you're a soldier, you never know.

- You've had your orders. You've gotta tell me.

- No, I haven't had my orders.

But if I did, there's something

I'd want you to know before I left.

We've grown up together,

you know, Marge.

- We've always sorta been a twosome.

- Yeah.

But now it's different.

I don't know.

Maybe- Maybe it's you. It may be me.

Maybe it's the war.

I don't know.

All I know is,

I'm real stuck on you, Marge.

I've always loved you.

Somehow that stopover at Loring Field...

began to stretch out

like a visiting mother-in-law.

Hogan. Hughes.

Irwin. Isaacs.

Jones. Kelly.

Kirkwood.

King. Kaplan.

Libby. Morgan.

Muller.

Moriarty.

Those men whose names

have been called, right face!

Forward, march!

The rest of you men, dismissed.

The war went on, and I didn't.

They shipped soldiers east

and they shipped 'em west...

but you'd have thought

I had a long-term lease.

Yes, Kluggs?

- I'm sorry to bother you, sir.

- What is it? Speak up.

I've got to ship out of here. It's my turn,

and I'm one of the best aerial gunners you've got.

The best, Kluggs.

You know I can't spare you.

But, sir, I've got to get out.

I want combat duty. I'd like to get overseas.

There's more to a war than fighting.

What kind of army would we have

if somebody didn't teach these rooks to shoot?

- But if the lieutenant please-

- Kluggs, you're wasting your time and mine.

I'd be glad to send you, but

I don't run this army... yet.

Yes, sir.

- However-

- Yes, sir?

You're being hiked to corporal.

And, Kluggs, I'm recommending you

for the Good Conduct Medal.

Thank you, sir.

Hi, Mrs. Barnes.

What's bitin' her?

It's hard for her to understand

why you're on a weekend pass...

fighting the battle

of Punxatawney...

while her son Andy

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