Wing and a Prayer Page #5

I'm unvulnerable.

Come on.

Hit me.

Infnitestimal fortitude.

That's what I calls it.

Rock of Gibraltar.

Hold everything.

What you got

there?

Oh, isn't she lovely?

[Wolf Whistles]

Look at that!

Wow!

A love note.

Come on, read it.

Get out.

Come on.

"Dearest Hallam,

I couldn't sleep thinking

how lucky the girl was

in your picture

I saw last night

and thinking

how wonderful it would be

if I could have been her

and feel your strong arms

around me...

and your lips

pressed close to mine."

- Wait a minute!

- Hey!

Hey, get a load of this,

fellas.

"Dear hunk of man,

I'm a hep chick

who thinks

you're a solid piece

of what it takes."

Potassium phosphate,

potassium nitrate,

magnesium sulfate,

and calcium nitrate.

O.K.

What are you going

to use these for?

Shh.

Tomatoes.

Tomatoes.

Tomatoes?

Yeah.

I'm glad you dropped in,

Mr. Cunningham.

I wanted to congratulate you

on your citation.

Thank you very much,

Commander.

[Whistling My Bonny

Lies Over The Ocean]

Sir,

the medical offcer says

I'm completely O.K. Again,

in every respect.

That's great.

You agree with the M. O?

Yes, sir. I'd like

reassignment to flight duty

as soon as possible.

All right, Cunningham.

As soon as possible.

Thank you, sir.

O.K.

Torpedo Squadron Five

returning from search, sir.

Mmm.

Nice kid,

that Cunningham.

Yes, sir.

#The stars at night #

#Are big and bright #

[Fires Four Times]

# Deep in the heart

ofTexas #

#The prairie sky #

# Is wide and high #

[Fires Four Times]

# Deep in the heart

ofTexas ##

What are you shooting at,

Mr. Scott?

Well, nothing.

I'm just testing my guns.

Oh.

All personnel,

clear the afterdeck

during bombing practice.

All personnel,

clear the afterdeck

during bombing practice.

200 yards

astern of the sled.

10 yards to starboard.

Foley,

watch that sled.

Hear this!

All flight deck personnel

form line aport ship.

Clear deck

of bomb fragments.

[Whistle]

Lieutenant Commander Molton,

report to Air Plot.

Lieutenant Commander Molton,

report to Air Plot.

Landing

against wave-offs,

blowing up the sled.

Are you trying to kill

half the men here?

I'll talk

with him, sir.

I want

that man grounded.

Take that whole squadron

in hand, or I will.

Is that clear?

Quite clear, sir.

That's all.

[Laughing]

Got a match, Paducah?

Oh, yeah.

You've gotten off to a bad start

on this carrier.

There was very little

excuse for you, Scott,

and none at all

for you today, Brainard.

Hitting that sled

wasn't just carelessness.

No, sir. I wanted to see

if I could hit something.

You will.

You're going

to hit the deck.

You're grounded.

Grounded, sir?

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