When Willie Comes Marching Home Page #6

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- Charley. He's coming home from the Pacific.

Furlough.

He's arriving this afternoon.

- That's great! That's wonderful!

- Then what's she crying about?

- Because Charley can only stay a week.

He's lucky at that. Lots of guys

don't get furloughs. Others don't get a week.

And others are home all the time.

Oh, l- I didn't mean you, Bill.

Uh, Marjorie's in the kitchen.

Well, about 4:
00.

We're giving a big do for Charley

tomorrow night at the canteen.

Oh, I want you

to be sure to be there.

You will? That's fine.

Thanks a lot.

Isn't it wonderful about Charley?

He'll be here this afternoon.

- I heard. That's wonderful.

- Do you realize he shot down 14 Jap pilots-

Hello?

Hello, Myrtle?

Myrtle, this is Marge.

Guess what.

Oh, you already know.

Genevieve told you, huh?

You'll be there, won't you? That's fine. Bye.

- I gotta get back on the field.

- All right, darling. I'll see you tomorrow night.

- I don't think so.

- Oh, darn it-

- You don't think so what?

- I won't be there.

Well, but, darling,

it's for Charley.

- I know, but-

- Don't you wanna see him?

Sure I wanna see him. Can't I see him here?

Does it have to be at the canteen?

Oh, Bill.

Don't do that to yourself.

People are giving me those sidewise glances.

I've been around too long.

- I better get lost.

- Bill.

- Can you get a pass?

- Yeah.

Then you'll be there. It's not your fault

you're stationed in Punxatawney.

You're a soldier,

and you've got to obey orders.

- You don't understand-

- You've done a wonderful job,

and a dangerous one too.

We've had more forced landings and crashes at

Loring Field than Charley ever had in his Hellcat.

Bill, you just got

no right to be ashamed.

And I won't have you

slinking out of here like this.

Okay.

I'll be there.

- Go on with the story about Tarawa.

- That was a pretty rugged beach.

- They put up a fight, huh?

- We flew 14 hours.

- Fourteen hours you flew?

- Takeoff. Flight. Land.

Maybe a little jamoke.

And was the weather dirty.

That's the way it was

at the Argonne.

Slogging along, rain and mush,

heinie snipers throwing lead!

- It got so even the Nip infantry was shooting-

- The Nip infantry?

- Bill!

- Charley Fettles, the giant killer!

Hey, Bill! How's about it, boy?

Holy smoke, am I glad to see you!

- You're looking great, Lieutenant.

- You too!

I sure thought a lot about you, but I never

expected to see you till it was all over.

- You on leave too?

- Well, no, not exactly.

When'd you get back?

Well, the truth is-This'll hand you a laugh-

I haven't been anywhere.

- I got stationed here at Loring

Field teaching aerial gunnery.

- Well, that's how it goes.

I'd rather fight dawn patrol in an F-6

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