When Willie Comes Marching Home Page #5

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is beach-heading in New Guinea.

Why take it out on me?

I've told you time and again, I've tried.

Yeah, I know.

But she doesn't, that's all.

But, sir, you don't understand.

It's not only that I've been here over a year.

- But this is my hometown!

- Sorry, Kluggs.

But the people in this town

are beginning to think I'm chicken.

I'm gonna be about

as popular as Hitler, sir.

I understand the dilemma,

but there's nothing I can do about it, Kluggs.

You have the highest rating

of any instructor we've ever had.

You can't be spared,

and that's final.

Yes, sir.

- However-

- Yes, sir?

I've put you in for sergeant, and I'm

recommending you for the Good Conduct Medal.

Thank you, sir.

After that, things really got rugged.

They all but threw rocks

at me in town.

Not that teaching didn't have

a couple of thrills now and then.

Get Kluggsie outta there!

Hey, Kluggsie! Kluggsie!

Get him in the jeep!

Get him outta here.

Come on, buddy!

- Come on! Come on!

- Hurry up! Hurry up!

Well, we walked away from that one.

Well, you can't kill a goldbricker, I always say.

And if I don't get shipped to combat overseas,

sir, there's no telling what l-

What's the matter with you,

Kluggs? Gone yellow?

Yellow? Sir, I said

I wanted to go to war!

You wanna get a soft berth overseas so you

can pick up a lot of ribbons and tin!

- Major, sir, I wanna fight!

- Get your hands off that desk!

Don't spill that around here.

I've been in this man's army too long.

You're one of those smart guys who knows only

10% of enlisted personnel ever face the enemy.

What's wrong?

Things too tough here at Loring?

Afraid to fly with these kids

just because it's dangerous work?

- Sir, you just don't understand.

- I understand, all right!

Now, look, Kluggs,

knock off the bellyaching.

You're a good man, and I need you.

Just attend to your job

and don't give me any of this hero stuff.

Yes, sir.

Oh, Kluggs.

Yes, sir?

If it'll make you feel any better,

you're in for master sergeant.

Thank you, sir.

Yep. Same old story.

It got so I had the Good Conduct Medal

with oak leaf clusters.

Hi, Pop.

- You here again?

- What do you mean by that crack?

So you can't talk them

into sending you overseas.

But do you have to hang around here

all the time where people can see ya?

- But this is his home. He lives here.

- You're telling me?

What do you want me to do,

write a letter to the secretary of war?

I sure didn't have any trouble getting over

to Chteau-Thierry back in 1918!

Right. They shipped your father

over three months after he was drafted.

Gertrude.

They're coming home.

Marge!

Now what's the matter?

- She got a telegram.

- Bad news?

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