Wing and a Prayer Page #4

about 20, 21.

Thanks.

But if he ever

sees my birth certifcate,

I'm cooked.

When I joined the navy,

I made a mistake

about my age.

You mean you

weren't 17?

I won't be 17

for 3 months.

So that's

the way it is.

We're either

too old or young.

Well, kid,

we're in this together.

# Every tear #

#Will be a memory #

# So wait and pray #

# Each night for me #

#Till we meet again ##

[Ding Ding]

[Ding Ding]

Well, gentlemen...

we have our orders.

[Plays Reveille]

Do it again.

I love it.

Come on, Scott.

30 minutes

to flight quarters.

O.K., O.K.

Come on.

Come on.

No wonder they gave you

the Navy Cross.

Waking people up at night,

you have to be a hero.

Your squadron

ahead of ours?

I'm not flying

right now.

Just shower call

and such.

I was on the sick list

after Pearl Harbor.

Still wobbly

on the pins.

Wake Chisholm, will you?

Yeah.

Good morning.

I'll need

fve empty fuel containers,

some potassium nitrate,

some calcium nitrate,

manganese sulfate...

Mananganese what, sir?

Manganese sulfate,

and about 30 feet of wire mesh.

And get lots of excelsior

from the engine packings,

and, um...

a big ball of heavy string.

Yeah.

Very good, sir.

May I ask what all these things

are for, sir?

Tomatoes.

Oh, tomatoes.

When you return

from your search,

you will notice the carrier

will be towing a sled.

It's more like a spar

about the size

of a telephone pole.

As each plane comes in,

it will make one pass,

dropping its bomb

well astern of the sled.

Don't hit it. We don't want

the flight deck

showered

with bomb fragments.

Every hour we continue

on our present course

brings nearer the possibility

of contact

with enemy aircraft.

Your orders are these.

When enemy planes

are encountered...

do not engage them.

Return to the carrier

at once.

By "Do not engage,"

you mean...

I mean

avoid all contact

with them.

But, sir,

that's running away.

Any other questions?

But suppose the enemy

attacks us, sir?

May we interpret

the orders...

You will not

interpret the orders.

You will obey them.

Pilots,

man your planes.

Pilots,

man your planes.

That's all.

Let's go.

Pilot to Radioman.

You got the dope

on the radio frequencies?

Radioman to Pilot.

Yes, sir.

Frequency 69-70.

Secondary 61-50.

All set, sir.

Pilot to Gunner.

Gunner to Pilot.

All set, sir.

Maybe I'll get

my frst meatball today.

If you see anyJaps,

blow them a kiss.

But don't shoot...

that's an order.

Pilots...

stand by

to start engines.

Stand clear

propellers.

Start engines.

[Engine Starts]

Oh, boy!

I ought to pop you

on the chin.

That's how Billy Tom

knocked me out.

I was born

with a glass jaw,

but otherwise, in the torso,

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