No Time for Sergeants (1958) - full transcript

[MUSIC PLAYING OVER RADIO]

Will?

WILL: What is it, Pa?

Come out here.

Listen. Your ears
are better than mine.

Somebody's coming.

I don't hear nothing.

Turn off that whatchama-call-it.

-The radio.
-I know what you call it. Turn it off.

[TURNS RADIO OFF]

First, I heard one of
them cars. Then it stopped.



And now somebody's
coming down the hill.

You hear?

MAN: Y'all stay right here.
If I call, come a-running.

Pa, that ain't no way to
welcome folks. Maybe it's kin.

Kin don't come in no cars.

See if you can wake
up that old hound dog.

Hey, Blue?

Come on, Blue. I got a
big old catfish head for you.

Come on, Blue.

Never seen such a crickety
dang pit in my whole life.

Stuck up all over
here and everything.

[CHICKENS CLUCKING]

-Are you Will Stockdale?
-Howdy.

Three dang times this
month, I've been out here--



Don't you point your
finger in my boy's face.

Are you threatening
me with a firearm?

I'm a government
representative on business.

Busting up here without
saying howdy or nothing.

-What government?
-U.S. government. The draft board.

This boy's been called for
the draft. He never reported.

He's a draft dodger.

Fold in that finger, sir. I'm
warning you, fold in that finger.

He could go to jail for
that. He's in today's group.

And this is your last chance.

If you don't leave with
that group at 12 a.m...

...you're gonna be in more
trouble than you ever did see.

You already got one
offense against you.

-Not answering my letters.
-I never got no letters.

Don't tell me you can't read. You
could've got somebody to read them to you.

-So that ain't no excuse.
-You mean to stand there...

...and tell me to my
face my boy can't read?

-Now, look--
-You think my boy...

...who has gone to school...

...and who has read more times
than you could shake a stick at...

...couldn't read a puny little
old letter, if he wanted to?

By dog, sir.

I never got no letters.

I don't think I can stand
to listen to any more of this.

Get that book.

No, sir, what you think
don't mean nothing to me...

...but we are gonna settle this
here question right here and now...

...and not have no
more foolishness about it.

Read at him.

"Once there was a
boy named Tony...

...who wanted a pony.

So he went to his mama and said:

'May I have a pony? '

And his Mama says:

'No, Tony, you may
not have a pony.'"

Go on.

"So he went to
his papa and said:

'Papa, may I have a pony? '

And his papa says:

'No, Tony, you may not have...

...a pony.'"

End of the book, he
gets the pony anyhow.

Now that we have settled
if or not my boy can read--

-Pa.
--you best be getting off my property...

...and back in that car of
yours and out of range--

-Pa, be Christian to him.
-Christian?

You know what the
Lord would've done...

...if a man come all hot and
stomping onto his property...

...without saying
howdy or nothing?

Scaring his chickens and
saying folks can't read?

Sir, would it be all right if
me and Pa speak private-like?

-Okay, but make it short.
-Thank you, sir.

Come on, Pa.

And don't try any funny business.
Because I ain't alone here.

Set yourself, Pa.

Now, listen, Pa.

I don't think this here
draft's such a bad idea.

I mean, I'd kind of like to go.

There's a whole lot of fellas there and
they all march along right, snappy like.

You listen to me, boy.

Going in the draft don't
mean just going into town.

It means Macon and
Atlanta and still further.

I've been to Atlanta, you know
that. When I was no older than you.

I told you how them folks laughed
at me and called me smart names.

You don't want that, boy.

-Pa, now ain't the same as it was then.
-Dogged if it ain't.

But they want me. They even sent a
fella to come and fetch me, didn't they?

And that ain't all.

Last spring, I seen a sign on
the sidewalk down there in town.

This great big old
picture of Uncle Sam.

"And Uncle Sam wants
you," he's a-saying.

Just like this fellow here, Pa, pointing
his finger right straight in my face.

Don't you think a soldier fella
come up to me right then and there...

...inviting me to come
along with all the other fellas?

I told him how you
was ailing then...

...and would he
kindly wait a while.

You've been tearing up
them letters, ain't you, Pa?

And you ain't ailing no more.

-Hey, are you coming or do I have to--
-I'm just fixing to get me my shoes.

You've got to know this:

He's a good boy.

It's my blame he didn't
come when he should've.

I don't care who or why,
mister. We got him now.

Remember, Pa? I got these
here for Aunt Tuzie's funeral.

Ain't it nice I'm finally getting
a chance to wear them again?

Appears they liked
to have shrunk a little.

They'll put shoes
on you in Army.

And ain't gonna wait
for you to put them on.

Listen, draft man, you tell them
folks to be nice to my boy, you hear?

-lf they ain't, I'll--
-I'm ready.

Say goodbye to Blue for me
when he wakes up, will you?

I will.

-Write to me regular, you hear?
-Sure, Pa.

Print big.

I will.

Remember, draft
man, what I said.

-lf they ain't good to my boy....
-Yeah, I'll remember.

Come on, boy, we gotta go.

-Bye, Pa.
-Bye, Will.

All right, fill it out.

Last name first, first name,
middle name last. Fill it out.

All right, fill it out.

Last name first, first name,
middle name last. Fill them out.

All right. Fill it out.

Last name first, first name,
middle name last. Fill it out.

Fill it out. Last name first, first
name, middle name last. Fill it out.

Rosabelle Lou, honest now,
you sure you gonna miss me?

Why, Stanton, honey...

...you all know your little Rosabelle's
just gonna die of loneliness.

Honey, baby doll.

All right, fill it out.

Last name first, first name,
middle name last. Fill it out.

Fill it out. Last name first, first
name, middle name last. Fill it out.

Hey, you. This the group
going to the Air Force?

That's where I'm driving the
bus to. You want a reserved seat?

All right. Save the
jokes for the plowboys.

Fill it out. Last name, first
name, middle name last.

-I know, I know, I know.
-Fill it out.

Hey, look, they're
bringing a fella in bracelets.

Finally latched onto
him, Mr. McKinney?

-Did he give you any trouble?
-Trouble?

Ain't no draft dodger
gonna give me any trouble.

Had to borrow the
sheriff's handcuffs.

That'll hold you till I
get you on that bus.

-But, Mr. McKinney, I ain't dodging nothing.
-Shut up.

Let me have it.

Fill it out. Last name first, first name,
middle name last. Lean on the pump.

-Last name first--
-First name, middle name last.

Huh.

-All right, any you boys had any ROTC?
-I did. Close to a year.

-What's your name?
-Blanchard, Irving S.

Irving? Okay, Irving.

I'm setting you in
charge of this here group.

When you get to your
classification center...

...give these forms to the
sergeant of your barracks.

-What about him?
-Keep them cuffs on him. Here are the keys.

It took me three months to
flush him out of them hills...

...so see that he
don't get away.

Come on in my office,
Dave, I'll give you your money.

Whew.

You hear what he said, Plowboy? I
don't want any trouble, you understand?

-Me, neither, Irving.
-My name's Blanchard to you.

It's a real pleasure.

You getting smart
with me, Plowboy?

I don't wanna hear
one peep out of you.

Not one peep.

All right, I ain't had my morning coffee,
so I ain't gonna wait around to see you off.

Now, Irving here's in charge.

Callville is proud of
her sons in uniform...

...so show them what
kind of men we raise here.

And be good. And if you
can't be good, be careful.

[LAUGHING]

Rosabelle!

Pa.

Get on home!

Yes, Pa.

I told you to stay
home this time!

Dang it.

All right, all right, into the
bus when I call your name.

-Deroy, Richard S.
-Here.

-Farnum, Robert E.
-Here.

-Hooper, Junior C.
-Here.

-Lemon, Henry P.
-Here.

-Stockdale, Will.
-Uh-- Here.

I'll get around to you.

-Swineburn, Armand A.
-Here.

Whitledge, Benjamin B.

Whitledge, Benjamin B.

Here, here. Whitledge, here.

-Benjamin B. Is Mr. McKinney here?
-Who?

Mr. McKin-- Mr. McKinney, the man
on the draft board. I got a letter for him.

Take it easy, sonny.
You just missed him.

-Oh, I gotta find him. I got a letter for him.
-He left me in charge.

Hey, give me that. That's a private letter.
It's official business for Mr. McKinney.

Don't you understand English?

I'm in charge.

And here, fill out that form.

-That's a private letter, you big--
-Hey.

Don't get sore
at Irving, feller.

He's had ROTC.

That doesn't give him the
right to push me around.

Hey, you put your last name
first, and then your first name.

Like this.

Stockdale, Will. Will Stockdale.

Stockdale. Stockdale?

All you need is one of each.

Is that all?

Wise guy. Oh.

Much obliged.

What's the matter with you?

Oh, they think I'm a
draft dodger, but I ain't.

Here, give me. You can't
write good with handcuffs.

Thanks. Can't write much
good without them. Heh.

-"Ever had measles? "
-No.

-"The mumps? "
-No.

-"Chickenpox? "
-No.

-"Any other communicable diseases? "
-I reckon not.

You figure they gonna
make me go back home?

-"Ever break any bones? "
-Broke a leg bone once.

-"Which leg? "
-The r-- No, it was the left.

Yeah, left. Left.

"Any member of your
family belong to groups...

...planning to overthrow the
government by unconstitutional means? "

No, we're pretty satisfied.

-He still limps a mite.
-Who does?

That fellow whose
leg bone I broke.

He hit me first.

You ever have ROTC?

No.

Hey, Irving had
it. Close to a year.

He's so jumpy and all, I figure
he's still got a touch of it in him.

-Listen, Stockdale, ROTC--
-Will's my name.

-Will, listen, ROTC ain't--
-What was yours again?

-Ben. Ben Whitledge. ROTC--
-Howdy.

Hi.

Look, Will, ROTC ain't
a disease. It's training.

Reserve Officer
Training, uh, Corporation.

-Heh. Is that the truth?
-Oh, sure. There's different kinds.

There's cavalry ROTC,
artillery ROTC, infantry ROTC.

-Infantry's the best.
-Yeah, that's what I always thought.

-Ben, Irving ain't sick?
-No.

And he don't rank
no higher than we do.

Because ROTC don't mean
nothing unless you finish the course.

IRVING: Hey, get this.

"So I beg of you, Mr. McKinney.

Please get my enclosed letter to the
commanding officer in the Air Force."

Hey, you can't read that.

"So that my son Ben
will be put in the infantry...

...the same as his six
brothers before him."

Give me that, you big--
Let go. Let-- Let go of me!

"All his life, little Ben has been dreaming
of being a real infantry soldier...

...like all the men
in our family."

Little Ben wanna be
a great big soldier?

[MEN LAUGHING]

Irving?

That letter belongs to
Ben. Now, you give it to him.

I told you to keep your
mouth shut, Plowboy.

"It'll break his poor heart if he's put in
the Air Force instead of the infantry...

...so his brothers
will be proud of him."

[MEN LAUGHING]

Irving, you ain't sick like I
thought, so you give Ben his letter.

Listen, Plowboy.

Yeah, sure.

I imagine it's time for
us to get going, ain't it?

So I'd thank you if you'd
take these off, Irving.

-They're beginning to chafe me a mite.
-Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah, sure.

All right, let's stop kidding around
here. Climb aboard there. Snappy now.

Why, sure, Irving.

All right, move
along. Move along.

So long, boys. Don't
take any wooden nickels.

[LAUGHS]

I appreciate if you write me how
much it cost to get it fixed, Mr. McKinney.

Bye.

WILL: It sure was interesting when
we got to the classification center.

They took us around from
one building to another.

And they stuck
needles into our arms...

...and whomped us on the
knees with a little rubber hammer...

...and mashed down our
tongues with an ice cream stick.

Then after a real nice supper...

...I never had such a fill
of beans in my whole life...

...we was all setting
around the barracks...

...in our snappy new uniforms
learning how to salute...

...everybody talking and joking
and feeling the back of their necks...

...where they had these
horse clippers run over them...

...when this nice fella,
this here sergeant, come in.

[BLOWS WHISTLE]

MAN 1: Hey. MAN 2:
Why, there's the sergeant.

[MEN CHATTERING]

Please, let's keep it quiet.

On behalf of the president
of the United States...

...Secretary of the Air Force, commanders
of this base and this squadron...

...I wanna welcome you, gentlemen,
to the United States Air Force.

This is a classification center where you will
undergo tests, both physical and mental...

...designed to determine your
abilities so that you may be trained...

...for the position from which
both you and the Air Force...

...will derive the
greatest benefit.

Tests are for you own good,
so do your best in every test.

My name is King.
K-l-N-G, Sergeant King.

I'm in charge of the barracks where
you will be billeted for two weeks.

During that period, the barracks
will be kept spotlessly clean.

This may be a stopping off place
for you, but for me, it is home.

Before turning in tonight, every one of you
will write a letter to his nearest of kin...

...informing them that you have arrived
safely and are in the best of health.

If any problem should arise, feel
free to consult me about its solution.

I am here to help you...

...during these first difficult
days of military service.

These are my quarters.

Knock before entering.

-That understood? MEN: Yes, sir.

Roger.

Wilco.

[DOOR CLOSES]

Seemed like a
right friendly fella.

Be right back.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Come in.

Private Blanchard...

...delivering forms on 12
inductees from Callville as ordered.

You keep standing like that,
you're gonna pull a muscle.

Just put them down.

Not on the bed, please.

Anything else?

Sergeant, I feel it's my duty to tell
you about one of the Callville inductees.

Fella named Stockdale.
A draft dodger.

He gave me a lot of trouble.

Not on the bed, please.

I was put in charge and
he gave me a lot of trouble.

They brought him
to the bus in these.

I'll make a note of it.

I think he'll need some
disciplinary action.

He already hit one of the
fellas with a gasoline pump.

-In the barracks here?
-No, back at the bus station.

I'll make a note of it.

I thought he ought to be reported
to the squadron commander.

-Oh, no.
-Well, I mean, I think it's my duty to--

Any reporting done
around here, I do it.

Sure you do. And this fella
Stockdale's a real troublemaker.

Look, sonny, how long
have you been in the service?

[MUSIC PLAYING OVER RADIO]

About six hours, I guess.
I had ROTC though.

I suppose they told
you it was all efficiency...

...standing at attention,
running around.

Well, I've been in for 18 years
and it ain't like you think it is at all.

It's a quiet, peaceful life, if
you mind your own business.

It's like there was a
big lake, nice and calm.

I'm in a canoe, you're in another, the
captain's in a canoe and the colonel.

You know what you do if you report
somebody or complain about somebody...

...or request something?

You make waves.

Well, I thought the captain would
wanna know if he's got a troublemaker.

I hate to pull rank on you,
but for your information...

...you got the smallest canoe in
the whole lake. Good night, private.

ANNOUNCER [OVER RADIO]:
And now our next request...

...comes from Master
Sergeant Orville C. King...

...at the Air Force
classification center.

Here you are, Sergeant.

[INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC
PLAYING OVER RADIO]

Hey, Ben, do you put
a big "S" on "sergeant"?

When you print it, it don't
make no difference, Will.

Oh. Boy, Pa'll sure be happy...

...about how Sergeant King
said it was really a home.

[CHUCKLES]

-No, come on, Ben, you take the bottom.
-No, Will.

-But, honest, I like sleeping high.
-No, sir. You sat on the bottom bunk first.

I didn't mean nothing
by it. Honest, I didn't.

First come, first serve.
That's the military way.

-No, now come on, Ben.
-I won't, I tell you!

-Now, come on.
-Let that man alone, Stockdale.

I'm beginning to think I never
should've taken the cuffs off of you.

Well, Irving, I wasn't
doing nothing. I was just--

Look, if you want some fighting,
you go after somebody your own size.

-Not some little mouse.
-Watch your mouth!

Why don't you mind
your own business?

We're just stopping him
from wrestling you around.

That's between him and
me, nobody asked you.

Now, Ben, don't--

-Only trying to do you a favor, junior.
-Who you calling Junior?

Who asked you anything, anyhow?

All right, if that's the
way you feel about it.

You wanna be buddies with draft dodger,
be buddies with the draft dodger. Go ahead.

-That's the way I feel about it.
-All right, before there's trouble...

...you hit the sack.
Get to bed, both of you.

I was just going to, Irving.

BRONCO: Give him time,
Irving, beds is strange to Plowboy.

He's used to
sleeping with the hogs.

[LAUGHS]

-What's the matter with you, anyhow?
-Me?

Taking their insults and
heehawing like a dang donkey.

They don't mean
nothing by it, Ben.

Besides, I thought that one about
sleeping with the hogs is kind of funny.

-Aww....
-Heh-heh.

Well, see, I figure if we
just laugh with them...

...why, pretty soon they'll get tired of
carrying on, there won't be no ruckus.

You think a-laughing is
gonna stop these guys?

A-licking is all
they understand.

-You think so?
-I know so.

And you behaving
like a dang donkey.

MAN 1: Oh, what's he holding?

MAN 2: You know...?
MAN 3: Oh, yeah.

I'm through.

-Yeah, I've had enough.
-Me too.

Yeah.

Lonesome for the hogs, Plowboy?

Ain't used to living
indoors, are you, Plowboy?

Look, Plowboy, you
want us to tuck you in bed?

I bet your pa always
tucked you in nice and comfy.

Wonder what kind
of hog his pa is.

Chester White or Poland China?

[MEN LAUGHING]

I ain't gonna trouble
you fellas none...

...because I know you
was all just put up to it.

Excuse me.

Irving, stand up and
take off them glasses.

-Why?
-I aim to bust you up some.

Look, Stockdale,
I'm not alone now.

There's five of us here.

MAN 1: Hit him! MAN
2: Hey, do not, Plowboy.

MAN 3: Come on.

MAN 4: Time out. MAN 5:
Come on, Plowboy, hit him.

MAN 6: That's the end of it.

MAN 7: Come on,
man. MAN 8: Come on.

[DISCORDANT NOTE PLAYS]

[MEN YELLING]

Knock it off. Knock it off.

Knock it off!

[YELLING STOPS ABRUPTLY]

Aren't you gentlemen starting in
a bit early to tip over my canoe?

Sergeant, let me try to explain.

Shut up.

No, I am not in the
mood for explanations.

I am quite tired.

You understand?

And I want no more noise.

You understand, gentlemen?

I will be more than willing to
listen to explanations in the morning.

And as morning likes to come
a little early in the service...

...we'll help it along.

We won't wait for taps.

Get to your bunks.

On the double! Ooh!

He seems a mite upset.

Oh, Will.

We better put Irving in his bed. He
won't wanna disobey the sergeant.

You get his feet.

Let him alone, please, Will.

He'll wake up and
cause some more trouble.

Yeah, I reckon he might.

-Pretty good fight, though, wasn't it?
-Dog it, Will, this'll mess up everything.

-What will, Ben?
-Fighting in the barracks.

But you said licking
was all they'd understand.

Not in the barracks.

One of them's bound to snitch
tomorrow that we started a fight.

Dog it, I'll never get
in the infantry now.

If we kept our mouths shut and didn't
do nothing, we might get transferred.

Both of us?

But now, they're sure
to tell about the fight.

No, they won't.

If one of them says anything, I'll take
him out in the back and whomp him good.

Now, there you go, Will.

You think the infantry
wants men like that?

No, they want men who can
take it and keep their mouths shut...

...the way a man ought to do.

Transfer?

We'll be lucky if they don't
transfer us into the Navy.

Walking around in them
little old white uniforms.

Do you really want both
of us to transfer, Ben?

Don't you understand, Will? It's
the infantry does the real fighting.

All the rest is just helpers.

Look at the War Between
the States. How about that?

Yeah. How about that?

See what I mean?

Every man in my family's
been in the infantry...

...clear back to
my great grandpa.

You know what he done?

Fought with Stonewall
Jackson at Chancellorsville.

Licked him good too, I bet.

By dog.

First thing tomorrow, I'm gonna get
sergeant's permission to see the captain.

I'll give him Ma's letter
and I'll.... And I'll....

Oh, what's the use?

What's the use?

Hey. Hey, Ben, maybe
you'll get to like the Air Force.

Zooming all over the sky and shouting
"roger" and "wilco" and everything.

Maybe it won't be so bad.

Bad?

You know what they
call men in the Air Force?

Airmen.

Like something out
of a dang funny book.

Airman.

How you gonna like it when
somebody calls you "airman"?

By dog, I just don't
think I'll stand for it.

MAN 1: Hey, long as we gotta lie in the
dark, give us a chance to get some sleep.

-Knock it off. MAN
2: Yeah, hit the--

[MEN MURMURING]

Airman.

[TRUMPET PLAYING "TAPS"]

Somebody brung their trumpet.

[MEN SNORING]

Hey, Ben.

Hey. Hey, Ben.

[MOANS]

[LOUD KNOCKING ON DOOR]

[MUTTERING]

[POUNDING ON DOOR]

All right, I'm up, I'm up. All
right, I'm up. All right, I'm up.

All right, I'm up.

Howdy, I'm Will Stockdale.

I didn't hear the whistle.
Tell the men to line up.

If the captain comes around, tell
him I'm checking on who overslept.

I'll be out there just
as quick as I can....

It's 12:00 at night.

It is?

Oh....

That's a prettiest watch.

You woke me.

Well, you said to
knock before entering.

Why did you wake me?

This ain't nothing personal
against you, sergeant...

...no, that we don't like your
barracks no, nothing like that.

What it is, is Ben's got these
six brothers that's all infantry.

That's my new buddy
Ben, that's asleep out there?

So naturally, he don't wanna
be in no Air Force. Heh-heh.

I mean, with the infantry doing the real
fighting and the Air Force being the helpers.

Well, you know, like in the
War Between the States?

So he wants to transfer and he
wants me to go along with him.

I figured you could
do it for us. Heh-heh.

I heard what you
said out there...

...about how you was here to help us during
first difficult days of military service.

Why do they send all the bums
and the idiots to my barracks?

-They do?
-Yes.

Yes, they do.

Sure must be a mess.

-Whatever your name is, get out--
-Stockdale.

Stockdale, I want you to
get out of this-- Stockdale?

Don't you come near me.

Get out of this room and get back in
your bunk and go to sleep. That's all.

Yes, sir.

Ben did say the captain
was the one to see--

-Stockdale, where you going?
-To the captain.

Oh, no.

But Ben, he knows all about
doing things military and--

Oh, no. You can't,
you can't. You just:

Oh, you can't do it.

Captain would just as soon rip
off your stripes as look at you.

-Well, I ain't got no stripes.
-Wait a minute.

Now, you'll never get transfers
by waking up the captain.

He won't understand.
Believe me, he won't.

-Well, I'll go over it real slow.
-Wait a minute.

Now, if you want the
captain to do you a favor...

...you've gotta do a
favor for the captain.

Yeah, that's it.

Now, how would you like to
do a big favor for the captain?

-Me?
-Come on. That's it.

Come on. You do one for him, he'll
do one for me and I'll do one for you.

That's the way it works out in the
service. Now you just go right on in here.

Now do you know what this is?

It's a kind of a big
outhouse, ain't it?

-We call it the latrine.
-La-- Latrine.

-Uh-huh.
-Heh. How about that?

You might say it's the captain's hobby,
he inspects it every chance he gets.

And when it sparkles,
why he sparkles too.

Now, you get it all cleaned up.

You are the officer in charge.

In charge?

Every last one
of them, all yours.

Golly.

Now, you just stay right
here and don't go no place.

-You bet. Good night.
-Good night.

Hey, thank you.

Well, it just goes
to show you...

...how good things happen to you
when you're least expecting them.

Well, get started.

WILL: I stayed officer in charge
of this here latrine all night long.

Rubbing and scrubbing...

...and doing my best to make
things sparkle like Sergeant King said.

And then I stayed on
through breakfast too...

...because I wanted to
do a right good job of it.

So Sergeant King would be real
pleased how things come out...

...when he come in to
look at it in the morning.

Beautiful.

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.

-Beautiful.
-Shucks, it ain't hard.

Wait'll the captain sees this.

He inspects this like it
was an operating room...

...where somebody was
gonna cut out his heart.

Never in your life you've seen such a guy
for sticking his head right down into things.

-You figure he'll like what I done?
-He'll be a new man.

Will, how would you like to
be permanent latrine orderly?

-Permanent latrine orderly?
-PLO.

Golly.

The captain makes
inspection every Saturday.

Now, if you could keep everything
as clean as it is right now...

...the captain'll
get off my back.

Gee, I'd sure
like to, sergeant...

...but I was kind of set on
helping Ben get them transfers.

You know, he's my buddy.

Ain't I your buddy?

You are.

You help me out, I'll help Ben.

Just don't say anything
about this outside of this room.

I'm going to the record section and
fix it up with a couple of friends of mine.

Okay.

Sergeant, don't I have to take them
tests you was talking about yesterday...

...and get myself classified?

No, Will, you've
been classified.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

If we hurry, we can catch
that picture at the base theater.

Not me, Ben.

-You said you ain't never seen a picture.
-I know, but I got my duty to do.

-You're going back to that latrine again?
-You bet.

It's against the rules for you to be
permanent in the latrine like that.

All week you've been there.

Sergeant King knows
the rules, don't he?

Besides, like I told you, he's
doing me and you a favor.

-What favor, will you tell me that?
-I aim to surprise you, Ben.

You don't go to lectures or study,
how you gonna get classified?

Sergeant King says
I'm already that way.

-Are you crazy? Don't you--?
-Now, don't take on so, Ben.

Just wait and see what the captain says
after he makes his inspection tomorrow.

Why you take them
faucets, for instance.

I polished them so hard, they
don't say hot and cold no more.

What?

At ease.

I think you'll be very
pleased here, sir.

Attention.

Latrine ready
for inspection, sir.

This is incredible. This
is absolutely incredible.

I am pleased.

No.

-No, I am happy.
-Thank you, sir. Thank you.

-You the one on latrine duty today, private?
-Yes, sir. All week, sir.

-Ahem, ahem.
-You are to be congratulated.

Just look at--

What did you say?

Me? Nothing, sir.

-Something about all week.
-Uh--

Well, I done my best in one
day, but just to be fair with you...

...it took me a week of
scrubbing to get it like this.

Is this man being punished
for some infraction?

-Oh, no, sir. No, sir.
-Oh, heck no, sir. I'm PLO.

-You're what?
-Permanent latrine orderly.

Stockdale.

Oh, but don't credit me none though,
sir. It's all Sergeant King's doings.

He even got it fixed up so I
don't even have to get classified.

-Sir, l--
-What? That's impossible.

Oh, no, sir. He fixed it
with some friends of his.

Yes, sir. It was him
got me to work so hard...

...telling me how
latrines is your hobby...

...and sticking your head
down into things and all.

-Sir, I can explain every--
-Now, don't you be bashful, sergeant.

Sir, I been wanting to tell you
about what a good sergeant he is.

Oh, he solves our
problems for us...

...and helps us out on our
difficult days in military service.

And I guess that he's about
the best dang sergeant there is...

...in the whole
danged Air Force.

Sir, you really ought
to get up off of his back.

How long have you
been a sergeant?

-Well, sir, l-- Ahem.
-Speak up.

Sixteen years, sir.

And how long do you
expect to remain a sergeant?

Twelve years.

You will remain a sergeant
exactly one week. One week.

Unless this man completes
the entire classification process...

...and is shipped out with the
group he came in with. Understand?

Unless this man is out of
here by the end of the week...

...you will not be in charge of this
barracks, you will not be a sergeant...

...you will in all probability
be a permanent latrine orderly.

PLO.

This is not your fault, private.

You've done a fine job.

I have never seen such a
clean latrine in my entire career.

Thank you, sir.

It was my aim to get it just as
clean as that operating room...

...where they're fixing
to cut out your heart!

You forgot to ask him
about the transfers.

What happened?
What did you do it for?

Heck, I couldn't see no sense
in me getting all the credit.

We've gotta get you classified right
away. We gotta get you out of here.

You don't want me around no
more? I thought we was buddies.

It ain't what I want, it's
what the captain wants.

Now, we gotta get
you classified in a hurry.

You're gonna have to take tests and you're
going to have to talk to a lot of people.

And you're going to
have to work real hard.

Will it help Ben and
me get them transfers?

Well, I guarantee you, wherever you go,
they'll bust a gut to get you transferred.

Well, I'll work hard all
right, but I don't know.

The last test I took was
close on to five years ago...

...and that was
one of them tests...

...where you try this fella's
toothpaste for 10 days...

...and see if your
teeth don't get brighter.

And I failed.

You been admiring this
watch of mine, haven't you?

I sure have, sergeant. That there's
the prettiest watch I ever seen.

You get shipped out of here by
Saturday morning like the captain said...

...and it's yours.

-Mine?
-Yours.

Golly.

-Now you'll work real hard, right?
-Right.

-And not waste any time?
-No, sir.

Good boy.

Now first thing Monday
morning, we start classification.

You stay right here around the
barracks and get a lot of rest...

...and relax your head.

I'm going down to the testing area
and see if I can borrow some of the tests.

Okay.

Tell them I'll give them back
just like I did the toothpaste.

WILL: This place where they give
us the tests was really something.

They had this great big building,
full of doctors, nurses and officers.

All of them walking in and out
and around real quickety-quick...

...and not smiling at nobody.

And then there was this place
something like a schoolroom...

...where they give us the
tests we had to write out.

Time's up, pal.

It was right friendly
of you to wait for me.

Thank you.

-How'd you think you did, Will?
-Well, them printed tests they give us...

...they was exactly like the
ones that you borrowed--

Only what?

Only you spent so much time
drumming the answers into me...

...we ought to have spent a little
more on the questions they joint up with.

Now, you just sit right
down here and wait.

Come on, Will, the
corporal's waiting.

Here he is, corporal. Awfully
sorry to keep you waiting.

What we do here, private, is to
evaluate your manual dexterity...

...on a time scale in relation
to digital visual coordination.

Two irregular steel links which
can be interconnected thusly.

I separate them, I join them.

It will be your task,
when I give the signal...

...to place the two links in an
interconnected relationship...

...I have just demonstrated.

Uh....

I put them together?

That's right, you
put them together.

I'll time you and three
minutes is passing.

Now, whatever you
do, don't get nervous.

Ready. Go.

There you go.

Attaboy.

-Put them together.
-Sergeant, please.

Nobody ever does this
in less than two minutes.

You're not even
supposed to be in here.

This is a special case. He has to
go out with the group he came in with.

-It's is a very difficult test.
-I couldn't do it myself.

-What are you talking about?
-I want you to get out of here.

-I'd just like to see you try to do it.
-This is my department.

-He's my department.
-That's my door. Get out.

-Get out right this minute.
-Throw me out.

You're not supposed to
be here. This is my watch--

-All right, then watch your watch--
-I'm done.

Stop the watch.

-Look. Look at that.
-He put them together, didn't he?

Sergeant! Sergeant!

What's the fuss about? You said, "Put
them together," he put them together.

Look what he did, for Pete's sake.
How am I gonna mark him on that?

You're supposed to be grading
him on this. Can't you do that?

I'm supposed to mark it down
whether they put it back together or not...

...and there ain't supposed to be but
one way of doing it and he didn't do it.

How you gonna mark
him on a thing like that?

Who do you think's gonna pay for
these? Sixteen dollars, they cost.

-lf you think I'm gonna pay $16--
-Corporal!

Sixteen lousy dollars!

Corporal, I'll be glad to
pay the 16 lousy dollars.

-You will?
-lf he passed the test.

He did it wrong. He was
supposed to do it a certain way.

Will, will you step outside
for a minute, have a smoke.

Now, corporal, let's
look at this thing logically.

You need money and I
need him to pass the test.

But he did do it
completely wrong.

-Ben?
-Will.

[CHUCKLES]

I ain't seen you all day.
You been in there classifying?

-Yeah.
-Me too. Find out where you're going?

Sergeant King says
maybe gunnery school.

That's where I'm going
too if I pass the eye test.

-How about that?
-Yeah, how about that?

Oh, Ben, you ain't still sad
about not being in the infantry?

The captain didn't
even read my letter.

And that plan of yours
sure didn't work so good.

I tried to ask the psychiatrist
if he could fix me up.

-Yeah, what'd he say?
-He didn't say nothing.

I don't think he
understands so good.

I'm just stuck in the
Air Force, that's all.

Hey, Ben, maybe it's the Air
Force that's the real fighters...

...and the infantry's
just the helpers.

Never.

Well, Ben, all you can
do is look at it that way.

No. Wait'll my brothers
find out. Airman.

Private.

What kind of rowdydow
is this? Pick up that cap.

Yes, sir.

-Is that a way to treat government property?
-No, sir, ma'am.

We're excited because we're
maybe going to the same school.

That's no excuse for--

What's the matter with this one?

-Have you been drinking?
-No, no, sir.

Get at attention, Will.

We're sending this to school?

Yes, sir, ma'am. If he passes the eye
test, he'll be going to gunnery school.

As what? A target?

No, sir, ma'am.

Let's have no more rowdydow,
understand? No more.

Yes, sir. Ma'am.

What's the matter
with you, anyhow?

Don't you know enough to come
to attention and salute an officer?

-She was a woman.
-Sure she was.

Ain't you ever heard of
the Women's Air Force?

You mean they got one too?

Sure.

-Against ours?
-No, Will. They're with us.

They're with us 100 percent.

-We got to salute them?
-The officers, we do.

Didn't you hear that lecture
about military courtesy?

I'll be dogged. I never heard
of saluting no woman before.

She ain't a woman,
she's a captain.

I seen a captain there so I
come to attention and saluted.

A captain, that's all.

-A woman captain.
-A "captain" captain.

By dog, don't you
understand nothing, Will?

When you're in uniform,
you ain't supposed to notice...

...whether a person is a
man or a woman or what.

A captain's a captain, a major's
a major and a general's a general.

Ben, you mean to tell me that you
didn't notice that she was a woman?

A captain, that's all I seen.

Well, dog it, Ben, I knew
she was a woman right off.

Honest, Will, sometimes I wonder
how come they took you in the draft at all.

Come on, Will.

You too, Whitledge.

Well, Will, it looks like you're
just liable to get classified after all.

Just shows you what the
Air Force has come down to.

-This the fella you want? Whitledge?
-Yeah.

Psychiatrist says he
has a secondary anxiety...

...with inferiority and systematized
delusions of persecution.

I ain't surprised.

Recommends he be considered
to be transferred to the infantry.

The infantry?

Don't get excited. He
didn't say you have to.

Well, yeah, but that's what Ben's
always been wanting, corporal.

-Just you tell me what I have to do.
-Well, here. Fill this out.

When he's finished, buck it
through to the colonel for approval.

If he's crazy enough to want it.

How about that,
Ben? You made it.

Just wait'll my
brothers hear about this.

-Stockdale?
-Yeah.

Okay, psychiatrist.

Oh, Lord, psychiatrist.

Now, Will, listen carefully.

The psychiatrist test is one where
I couldn't get copies of questions...

...because there ain't any.

The doctor asks you whatever
happens to pop into his head.

-So keep your wits about you.
-I'll try.

Hey. Hey.

Hey, maybe he'll give me
a transfer too, huh, Ben?

He'll ask you things
like what do you dream?

Okay.

Hey, maybe he'll give me
a transfer too, huh, Ben?

Sure, Will.

-The psychiatrist is waiting, Stockdale.
-Coming.

Wait a minute.

The safest thing I guess is just
say that you never dream at all.

-Okay. See you later, Ben.
-No dreams.

Sergeant?

Do you think he can?

Can what?

Get transferred too. Maybe
you could talk to the doctor.

Now, don't you
complicate things.

I never have no dreams at all.

-Where are you from, Stockdale?
-Georgia.

That's not much
of a state, is it?

Well, I don't live
all over the state.

I just live in this
one little place in it.

That's where Tobacco
Road is. Georgia.

Not around my section.

Maybe you're from a
different part than me.

[SIGHS]

I've never been there. What's more, I
don't think I would ever wanna go there.

What's your reaction to that?

Well, I don't know--

I would rather live in the rottenest
pigsty in Tennessee or Alabama...

...than the fanciest
mansion in all of Georgia.

How about that?

Well, sir, I think where you
wanna live is your business.

You don't mind if someone says
something bad about Georgia?

I ain't heard nobody say
nothing bad about Georgia.

Well, what do you
think I've been saying?

Well, to tell you
the truth, sir...

...I ain't been able to get
too much sense out of it.

-Don't you know?
-Now, watch your steps, young man.

Psychiatrists call this
attitude of yours resistance.

-You do?
-Yes.

You sense that this interview
is a threat to your security.

-You feel yourself in danger.
-Well, kind of I do.

If I don't get
myself classified...

...Sergeant King, he won't
give me the wristwatch.

He won't.

He says I only get it if I'm
classified inside a week.

Do you get along all
right with your mother?

No, sir, I can't
hardly say that I do.

Oh, I see. She's very strict with you.
She's always hovering over you. Hmm?

-No, sir, just the opposite.
-She's never there?

-That's right.
-And you resent this neglect, don't you?

-Well, no, sir, I don't resent nothing.
-Oh, come now, son.

Now, don't be bashful,
that's a common situation.

-Does she beat you?
-No.

[CHUCKLES]

Oh, so defensive.

Well, it's not easy to talk
about your mother, is it?

No, sir. See, she
died when I was born.

You could've told
me that sooner.

Do you hate your mama?

I figured as how you
said it was so common.

I do not hate my mother.

I should hope not.

Does she beat you or something?

This is a transference.

You're taking your stored up antagonisms
and loosing them in my direction.

Oh, transference. It
happens every day.

-It does? To the infantry?
-Yeah--

The infantry?

You'd give Ben a transfer and
I wish you'd give me one too.

-Because I'd sure love to go along with him.
-Now stop.

Now, there are a few more
topics that we have to cover.

We will not talk about transfers
and we will not talk about my mother.

We will talk about
what I want to talk about.

Do you understand?

Yes, sir.

Now, then.

-Your father? Living?
-Yes, sir.

Oh.

-Do you get along with him okay?
-Yes, sir.

-Does he ever beat you?
-Ha-ha. You bet.

-Hard?
-And how.

Boy, there ain't nobody
can beat like my pa can.

So this is where the
antagonism comes from.

[CHUCKLES]

You hate your father, don't you?

No.

Hey, I got an
uncle I hate, though.

Every time he comes out to the house,
he's wanting to wrestle with the mule...

...and the mule gets all wore
out and he gets all wore out.

Well, I don't really
hate him, though.

It's just that I ain't
exactly partial to him.

Did I ask you about your uncle?

I thought you wanted to
talk about hating people.

[SIGHS]

Now. Now then.

Um.... Girls.

-How do you like girls?
-What girls is that, sir?

Well, just girls.
Just any girls.

Well, I don't
like just any girls.

There's this girl back home...

...that ain't got hair no longer
than a hound dog's and--

Oh, no.

When I say "girls," I don't
mean any specific girl.

I just mean, well, girls in
general, you know? Heh. Heh.

Women. Uh--

Sex.

Didn't that father of yours ever sit
you down and have a talk with you?

Well, sure he did.

Well?

Well, what?

Well, what did he say?

[LAUGHS]

Well, there's this one about
these two traveling salesmen.

[BOTH LAUGH]

And their car breaks down in
the middle of this terrible storm.

-Stop.
-They come running up to this farmhouse...

...where this farmer's
got these 14 daughters.

-Stop.
-Uh--

Did you heared it already?

I did not heared it already.

What'd you stop me for?
It's a real knee-slapper.

See, these 14 daughters was all
studying to become trombone players--

Here, look. You
go. You're through.

You're perfectly normal. Just
go. Goodbye. Go. Goodbye.

Excuse me for saying it, sir...

...but I don't think a fella your age
would be so confused about it all...

...if you went out and seen
some girls once in a while.

Look, out. Out!

Yes, sir.

Fella's in pretty bad shape.

-Where's Sergeant King?
-He said he'd meet you in the mess hall.

Something about he couldn't stand
the strain on an empty stomach.

Oh. Thank you.

-Stockdale, Will.
-Here.

Eye test in here.

I can't. I gotta tell
Sergeant King that--

Get in there,
Stockdale, on the double.

Yes, sir. Just be an
extra surprise for him.

What's keeping him so long?

He's probably telling the psychiatrist
how he dreams about his pet horse.

Oh, cut it out, will you?

Ain't I got enough,
sweating this out?

Sergeant, can I have
my application a minute?

I got a feeling I'm
doomed. I'm doomed.

Of all the....

-What the heck you doing that for?
-Guess I changed my mind.

This whole thing started from
you hollering to get into the infantry.

I changed my mind.

Why do I get all the nuts?

There he is.

Hey, Will, come here, will you?

Sorry to keep y'all waiting
so long. Pete, Irving.

Well, what happened, boy?
How'd you do? Where's the form?

Well, let me see it.

I wanna see what he had....

He passed. He got through.

He's normal.

Attaboy.

Yes, sir, you ought to see the way
Will breezes through these tests.

One, two, three. Bim-bam-boom.

Tomorrow morning, I'm gonna run
him down to the little old eye test...

...and by tomorrow
night, he's out of here.

Gunnery school, well, Will
boy? With your eyesight.

This boy told me that he could shoot
the eye out of a turkey at a 100 yards?

I already took the eye test.

Uh.... What?

Fella grabbed me
on the way over here.

Well, what happened?
Where's the form? Papers?

Fella back there kept the papers,
on account I was the last test.

He said it'd all come out on
the bulletin board tomorrow.

Well, how'd you do?
You passed, didn't you?

-Easy, huh?
-I don't know.

He seemed kind of
angry most of the time.

What made you
think he was angry?

Well, he got sort of fussed...

...when I was reading this
here sign they had on the wall.

And that was
right hard at first...

...because they was
real peculiar words like:

Ip, gnxl and buglump.

You were supposed to read
them letters one at a time.

Didn't make much
sense that way neither.

Hey, hey, hey.

Take a look at the colonel and the
wife captain that come in the base.

Boy, is she stacked.

IRVING: Women officers, that's
one thing I sure don't cotton to.

What about you, Stockdale?

-What do you think of them?
-I ain't never seen one.

Ain't you got eyes?

Will, I want you to turn
around very slowly...

...and look very carefully this time
and tell me exactly what you see.

I see a colonel....

Yeah.

And a captain.

That's all.

And the captain's
a woman, isn't she?

I don't notice whether it's
a man or a woman or what.

All I see is a
captain. That's all.

Yeah.

Oh, no, no, no.

What's the matter, sergeant,
you got a fly in your coffee?

-Can I get you some fresh hot?
-Oh, no, no, Will. No.

Just go on your way.

-Your own special way.
-Thanks, sergeant.

Hey, it sure makes me proud to know
you're sure about me getting classified.

He sure didn't pass no eye test.

And he ain't
gonna be classified.

And I'm gonna be
permanent latrine orderly.

How big do they grow
them turkeys down there?

No, he can't do this to me.

I'm old and I'm tired...

...and my constitution
needs peace and security.

Look, sarge. Sarge.

If he wasn't to
get classified...

...and it wasn't your fault,
that'd be all right, wouldn't it?

How? How?

Supposing he didn't show
up for inspection tomorrow?

And when he finally did show,
he'd been drinking, shall we say?

Listen, Irving, I even got
so I kind of like the kid.

And I ain't one to go too
far outside regulations.

But if you got an
idea, I'm desperate.

All you gotta do is
wangle us three passes.

We'll take him to the Purple
Grotto for a little celebration.

We could take him tonight.

Yeah, we could.

[LOUD MUSIC PLAYING
OVER SPEAKERS INSIDE]

Well, Will, here we
are again. Round two.

I sure do appreciate this.

I still don't feel right, my glass
being so much bigger than you alls.

Guest of honor always gets the
biggest glass. That's the honor.

-To Will.
-To Will.

-Again?
-Come on, come on, come on.

Ha-ha-ha. Whee.

Your Scotch stuff tastes kind of sharp.
I like the other stuff you give me better.

-You mean the bourbon?
-No, gin.

Yeah. More tangy than sharp.

Sure was nice of you to give me
this celebration party, sergeant.

But I still wish Ben
could've come along too.

Just couldn't wangle it.

Outside of you, Ben's the only one left
responsible enough for barracks duty.

And tomorrow, we got a real
inspection. The colonel's coming.

Yeah, Ben's sharp. Come
on, Will, drink it up. Drink it up.

[EXHALES]

Well, I reckon we ought
to be heading on back.

With the colonel
coming tomorrow...

...I wanna give Ben a hand and get
the barracks cleaned up real special.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

I told you I was gonna give you my
watch and I'm gonna give you my watch.

We gotta have several,
several drinks on that.

Golly.

My mother gave it to me.

To Will Stockdale...

...I am proud of him for
getting classified so good...

...and for cleaning
up the latrine and all.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Whoo-hoo!

To Sergeant King.

The best dang
sergeant there is...

...in the whole
danged Air Force.

Ahhh.

By dog, from a jug, it don't
taste sharp at all, does it?

Will, are you absolutely sure that you
never drank any whiskey before, at all?

Never no store whiskey, just
some old stuff my pa makes.

-Some old stuff that your pa--
-Yeah.

Corn liquor kind of.

You know, corn, grain, kerosene.

-Kerosene?
-Kerosene?

Just a mite for flavoring.

Where the heck are we
gonna get some kerosene?

WOMAN: Cigars, cigarettes?

And anything else
you wanna smoke.

Cigars, cigarettes?

Why, thank you.

-This ought to come near it.
-Sure.

He wants kerosene,
he gets kerosene.

It's familiar.

Hey, there's a
infan-- Hey, infantry.

Hi.

Let's drink one to the infantry.

-Have a drink. We're celebrating.
-Hi, Jack.

Thanks a lot. I
do not mind if I do.

-To the infantry.
-To the infantry.

To the infantry.

So....

Say, I didn't know you fly
boys were so nice to the infantry.

Hey, heck, it's the air age and
you're our helpers, ain't you?

-Your what?
-Our helpers.

Don't think we don't
appreciate it too.

Listen, listen, fellas.
You're a nice bunch of fellas.

Fellas, you got it easier
than anybody, even the Navy.

Easy.

We got the roughest, toughest,
meanest sergeants in the whole service.

Go on.

You don't know what a tough sergeant
is until you've been in the infantry.

Ain't nobody tougher than
my sergeant. He's tough.

I sure am.

Oh, sergeant.

I'm a louse.

I don't know, sergeant.

You seem to be a
pretty decent Joe to me.

-You take that back.
-All right.

I'll just bet you five bucks...

...I'm a bigger louse than
you and I'm just a private.

-Yeah? Put up or shut up.
-Yeah, put up or shut up.

What's a bigger louse than a
louse that'll drink your booze...

...and then punch
you right in the guts?

-Put up or shut up.
-Oh, says who?

Sergeant, I think we ought
to be going on back now.

KING: Go away, you're drunk.

Oh-ho.

SOLDIER: Come on,
infantry, let's get the fly boys.

Oh....

[WOMEN SCREAMING]

[LAUGHS]

Oh!

I done hit him once, Irving,
ain't no use to overdoing it.

Now, you see, you
antagonized him, sergeant.

I think we ought to be
going on home, anyhow.

All right, just a minute.

[GRUNTING]

I know you're having
a whole lot of fun...

...so I won't stay around
and be a wet blanket.

[MUTTERING]

Okay, I'm going on
back to the barracks.

[MUTTERING]

Hush a minute, hush a minute. I'm
gonna go on back and give Ben a hand.

[MUTTERING]

-Is this the Purple Grotto?
-Right up yonder.

Couple of thirsty
fellas for you.

[WHISTLING]

-Ain't the sergeant showed up yet?
-Nope.

-Why didn't you come to breakfast?
-Went over to carpenter shop.

-What're you doing there?
-Fixing up something special.

It ain't everyday a
colonel comes to inspect.

I sure wish the
sergeant was here.

Like I told you, he was having a
whole lot of fun. But he'll show up.

Sergeant King, he ain't gonna
miss no inspection if he can help it.

The heck he ain't.

Here comes the captain
now. And the colonel.

-Going round front.
-Oh, golly.

-Who's gonna report?
-Hey, you're in charge.

-Me?
-Yeah.

BEN: Barracks ready
for inspection, sir.

-Barracks ready for inspection, sir.
-Here.

Listen, when you throw open this door,
holler "Attention," just as loud as you can.

Okay? Okay. Okay.

Barracks ready
for inspection, sir.

Where's Sergeant King?

I don't know, sir, but the
barracks are ready for inspection.

All right, all right.

Just for a starter, I'd like you
to take a look at this latrine.

There's a man in this barracks
whose latrine work is quite surprising.

Attention!

Latrine ready
for inspection, sir.

Latrine ready
for inspection, sir.

What is the idea behind this?

Welcoming the colonel, sir.

I'm sorry, sir.

Oh, that's all right, captain. I've
been welcomed in many ways.

Ticker tape, flags waving.

Women of a French village
once three rose buds at me.

But this....

This is just....

Well, I don't know.

They didn't hardly
inspect the latrine at all.

I don't know, Will.

They--

They, oh....

Sergeant.

Lieutenant back there
almost spotted me.

-You all right?
-I ain't sure.

-Hey, where's Irving?
-MP's got him.

-Golly. COLONEL:
Very nice, captain.

CAPTAIN: Thank you, sir.

-The colonel?
-Yeah.

Hey, they inspected
in here already.

Hey...

...watch out for that treadle.

COLONEL: Very good, indeed.

Mm-hm. Excellent. Excellent. Were you
in charge during your sergeant's absence?

Yes, sir. Complete charge.

I think you should make
a note of this man's name.

Yes, indeed, sir.

-What is it, private?
-Whitledge, sir.

Whitledge, sir.

-What's that again, private?
-Whitledge, sir.

W-H-l-T-L-E-D-G-E.

-What the devil is--?
-What's going on in there?

Latrine's out of order, sir.

You're gonna have to
use the one next door.

Let me in there.

This is the barracks
sergeant, sir.

How are you, sir?

All slicked up for
inspection. Explain.

Explain.

Well, sir...

...I went to a
movie last night, sir.

And there were these eight
infantry men sitting right in behind me.

And they was cussing
out the Air Force...

...and saying as how that their officers
were more understanding than our officers.

-So you fought them all night long?
-Yes, sir, it was awful.

What was the name of the movie?

-Movie?
-The movie.

Oh.

Forward March.

American Battalion.

Out of the Air.

Up in the Wild Blue?

It was a sneak preview.

Captain, I don't know how
this man ever got on my base...

...but he's certainly not
going to remain here.

Corrupting new airmen with this
horrible example. Ship him out.

There's a group leaving
for gunnery school today.

Splendid. General Bush can
always use another private.

Private?

Private.

Private.

BEN: That name
was Whitledge, sir.

W-H-l-T-L--

-Whitledge, eh?
-Yes, sir.

This is going on your record, Whitledge.
This is going on everybody's record.

Something special
for the colonel.

You ain't a sergeant no more.

No, I ain't a sergeant
no more. I'm a private.

A 45-year-old private.

Gosh.

-He's putting it on my record.
-Gosh, Ben--

There's one silver lining to
this cloud, though, by George.

You're staying here, but
I'm going to gunnery school...

...a thousand miles away.

WILL: Sergeant?
-Private.

I ain't staying here.

I'm going to gunnery
school like you are.

They took you?

You passed the eye test?

It's on the bulletin board.

It was your helping
done it for me.

-Oh, no, no, no.
-We're gonna be together.

I've had about all I can take.

You and him be together,
just leave me out of it.

-But we're buddies.
-Buddies?

Last night you said
you was proud of me.

I was drunk. I didn't
know what I was saying.

-You give me your watch.
-I was drunk.

Not when you put me
in charge of the latrine.

You talk to him. Maybe
you can get through.

Cleaning the latrine
isn't a good job, Will.

It's the worst job there is.

It's a punishment job.

It is.

Now do you understand?
There's your buddy.

Make trouble for
him for a change.

[SIGHS]

Great.

You thought you were gonna miss
him, so you tore up your transfer.

Well, you don't look
so glad about it now.

You tore up your transfer, Ben?

It was just an
application, that's all.

To the infantry.

It doesn't make
any difference now.

After this, I couldn't get
transferred to a troop of mules.

I didn't know you done that.

-Just forget about it, will you?
-You ain't sore at me?

I ain't jumping up and
down, you can say that again.

You ain't nothing but
trouble since we met...

...running around acting
like a big, dang donkey.

I'll make it up to you,
Ben, honest I will.

Just forget about it, will
you? Don't try to do nothing.

Oh, we'll still speak because
we'll be in the same outfit...

...and that's the
military way...

...but forget about it.
We'll both be better off.

-Ben, please--
-Gotta go pack for gunnery school.

Oh, yeah.

Well, Ben, Sergeant King and me,
we all went to gunnery school together.

Like The Three Musketeers.

And they put us on this here
squadron on this here air base?

And it was way out in
the middle of the country.

You know, out of the
way of the other outfits.

And the planes is
what they call obsolete...

...and the officer crews that run them,
well, they wasn't kept up very much either.

I guess it's what you might call
a second-line-of-defense outfit.

But, anyhow, Ben and me was
put on the same flight crew...

...because they put you according
to how you come in your class...

...and we was the bottom two.

Sergeant King though,
he came out on top.

He did. The instructor said
they never seen nothing like it.

It was just as if he had copies
of the test before they gave them.

All right, boys, get this one off
and you can all get back to sleep.

Hey, look at you with an arm band
and a writing pad and everything.

All right, get on the plane.
You're taking off right now.

Hey, we can't.
Everybody ain't here yet.

The radio operator and the
front gunner, they ain't showed up.

KING: All right. Get onboard
the plane. Get moving.

Clear.

How come we're going
up so early, sergeant?

To break the sound barrier.

You gotta sneak up on
it when nobody's looking.

Oh.

Excuse me, sir.

-Excuse me, sirs. Howdy.
-What the--?

It's all right, George.
He's one of the crew.

Okay, okay.

Don't come sneaking up
on people like that, fella.

Sorry, sir. I just wanted to
see what you all do up here.

It's on automatic pilot.

-Did you already let up the wheels?
-Heck, yes.

Shucks.

-What are you all do in back, anyhow?
-Nothing much.

I mostly look out the
blister and sweep up a little.

Good night.

Excuse me, sir.

Take an awful long time
to get to Denver, Colorado.

What they doing up there?

Oh, you'd be right proud of them,
Ben. They're working real hard.

Steering and navigating
and engineering and all.

Navigator to pilot.
Navigator to pilot, over.

Pilot to navigator.

Fred, I wish you wouldn't call
me once we're off the ground.

We're over the Gulf
of Mexico, you idiot.

How can we be over
the Gulf of Mexico...

...when there's a city below
us half the size of New York?

You wanna come back
here and check the maps?

I figured our position
by dead reckoning...

...and we're smack-dab in the
middle of the Gulf of Mexico.

Hey, fellas, Number
2 engine is dead.

Okay.

[ENGINE FALTERING]

-Prepare for landing.
-This is not a seaplane.

Copilot to rear gunner.
Copilot to rear gunner. Over.

[BUZZER SOUNDING]

Howdy.

Have you seen anything below
that might have been a body of water?

No, sir, I ain't seen
nothing. I been sweeping up.

What is the matter with that radio
operator? Pilot to radio operator.

-Pilot to radio operator. Over.
-Copilot to radio operator. Over.

-Navigator to radio operator. Over?
-Rear gunner to everybody.

Radio operator missed the plane.

-Oh, no.
-Oh, no.

-Over.
-Listen, rear gunner...

...you ought to know
how to operate that radio.

See if you can find out where
we are. This is an emergency.

We know exactly where we are.

Hey, sir, you ought to give
the job to the other gunner.

I reckon he'd be about the best
dang radio operator there is...

...in the whole
danged Air Force.

All right, just put somebody on
that lousy radio! Over and out!

Hey, hey, hey, Ben. Hey,
listen. Hey, hey, wake up, Ben.

-What?
-Listen, it's an emergency.

We're lost and Lieutenant Bridges
wants you to be the radio operator...

...and find out where we are.

It's your big chance, Ben, to save
the plane and us and everything.

-Me?
-They heard what a good soldier you was.

Golly. Oh, Lord.

-Hey, here's some instructions.
-Good. Read them off.

I'll operate and
you be my assistant.

Assistant?

Yes, sir. Heh-heh.

Um.... "Important notice.

The taxpayers of the
United States paid their--"

-Here. You operate, I'll read.
-Oh, but they gave the job to you, Ben.

Go on. I gotta think
for the good of the outfit.

"Two. Turn oscillator
control knob--"

I think that's the
big one there.

"--to transmission
frequency desired."

Well, what frequency
do we desire?

Well, I'll leave that up to you.

Alrighty.

"Adjust Knob B...

...so as to obtain
minimum impedance."

Hey, listen, Ben. We got a
little old radio on the porch...

...whenever it won't work,
Pa spits in the back of it...

...and whomps it a good and
it works every time. Let's see.

There you are, she's a-working.

-She's a-working.
-We done it, Will.

Hello?

[SPITS]

Hello?

There. Ha-ha. I told
you I'd find an airport.

That's a drive-in
movie. Pull up.

Pull up. Pull up.

[ENGINE BACKFIRES]

Hello?

If you get somebody,
be careful what you say.

-It might be the enemy.
-What enemy?

-I don't know, but be careful.
-Okay.

Hello?

[SPITS]

Hello?

OFFICER: Sergeant.
MAN: I'm clear on one.

Door.

[SPITTING OVER RADIO]

Excuse me, sir, but I'm getting
a very odd signal here. Listen.

MAN [OVER RADIO]:
--in 5930, chap. Over.

That is odd.

Sounds like somebody spitting.

BEN: Okay, Will, try it
again. WILL: Yes, sir.

Hello?

Hello?

Anybody there?

-Hello?
-Hello.

-Hello.
-Hello?

Howdy.

-Hey, Ben, I got somebody.
BEN: How about that?

Who are you? Where are you?

WILL: Ben, he wants
to know who we are.

Answer me. Who
the devil are you?

He talks like an American, Ben.

Ben says, "First, who are you?"

This is command post
Operation Prometheus.

-Are you in an airplane?
-Sure are.

-Oh, great Scott.
-No, sir. Stockdale.

That must be this
pip on the scope, sir.

-Heading straight towards the tower, sir.
-Judas priest.

-Is this the Gulf of Mexico?
-No, you idiot.

-Send word to stop the detonator.
-It's too late, sir. Zero-minus-4.

Hey, where'd you say we was?

You're right over Yucca Flats,
Nevada. The atomic proving ground.

Listen to me. I want you
to turn that plane around...

...and head right back
where you came from.

There they are.
Straight toward the tower.

Ben says, "Sorry. Our orders
come from General Bush.

We got to do like he says. "

-Eugene Bush?
-Our commanding general.

-Fat fellow with a mustache.
-I might've known.

Get me through to General Bush.

That idiot, I'll
kill him for this.

Get me General Bush,
12th Air Group. Emergency.

All right. I don't care what Ben
says or what Eugene Bush said.

I'm a general too, in
the U.S. Army infantry.

The infantry?

Yes, and I'm ordering you to
turn that plane around this minute.

You're heading straight into--

[STATIC WHINING OVER RADIO]

Hello? Hello?

-Great Scott, I've lost them.
-He's right here, sir.

Bush here.

Eugene, this is Vernon Pollard.

Vernon. Well, how
are you, old boy?

You've sabotaged
my operation, you idiot.

You were ordered to send your plane
far away and one is coming over us.

I sent them away, Vernon.

-I sent them to Denver.
-I don't care where you sent them.

-What's wrong with your communications?
-What's wrong...

...with your security
measures, old boy?

Shut up and listen.

I'm trying to reestablish
radio contact.

What kind of idiot radio
operators do you put in planes?

What kind of idiot radio operators
did you put in those planes?

I'll skin you for this, Eugene.

[SPITTING OVER RADIO]

Sir, I've got that signal again.

WILL: Hello? MAN:
Twenty-three, stand by.

Hello?

Hello, listen, here's
your General Bush.

They got General
Bush there, Ben.

Eugene, I'm putting the
telephone next to the microphone.

Tell this idiot to turn back.

Hello? Who is this?

-Private Stockdale, sir.
-This is General Bush, Stockdale.

-Stockdale?
-Don't move, King.

Tell your pilot to reverse
course immediately.

-You're in extreme danger.
-Roger, sir. Wilco.

Ben says, "How do we
know you are General Bush?"

Tell him Sergeant King
will give him his watch.

-What? Huh?
-It's the only way, sir.

Sergeant King
will give his watch.

-He will?
-I think so.

That's good enough for me.
I'll go tell Lieutenant Bridges.

I'll tell him this personal.

Excuse me, lieutenant, but
we talked with General Bush...

...and he says
we're in real danger...

...and you should reverse
course quick as a wink.

-Danger? Where are we?
-Smack-dab over Yucca Flats, Nevada.

Holy Pete.

Hey, I just wanted to tell you
what a good job Ben done.

Maybe you could recommend
him for a promotion or something.

-Shut up. Don't bother me.
-But, lieutenant...

...maybe you could get
him a medal or something.

Get back to your
station! Don't bother me!

Don't bother me again for
anything! That's an order!

Yes, sir.

Twenty seconds, sir.

It's working, sir.
They're turning.

You did it, Eugene.
They're turning.

There they go.
They're still turning.

No. They're heading
for the tower again.

Ten seconds, sir.

It's all your fault, Eugene.

You've never forgiven me for
those hazings back at the point.

It's all your fault,
you blundering idiot.

-For 30 years you've been out to
get me. LIEUTENANT: Five, four--

-And now you're out to wreck my career.
--three, two, one, zero.

What happened? What happened?

-Look, we're on fire!
-We got to jump out!

I got to tell them up front!

No, they said they didn't want
to be bothered about anything...

-...no matter what!
-But we can't leave like that!

-They said it was an order, Ben!
-No, Will!

WILL: Hang on!

[SCREAMS]

Pull to the left!

No, pull to the right!

Hold still, Ben.

What'd you do it for?

You snatched me right out of
the plane! What'd you do it for?

Well, I know you didn't have
time to put on your parachute.

And heck, you'd have
done the same for me.

No, I wouldn't.

Our post was the tail of the
plane and nobody told us to quit it.

But the tail was on fire, Ben.

Our post was a-quitting us.

Do you know what we are now?

-Well, we're alive.
-We're deserters.

Deserters!

Quit wiggling, Ben. Please.

The first lick of danger and
you snatch me away from it.

I'd rather be a dead
hero than a live deserter.

I ain't gonna drop you
no matter what you say.

[MARCHING BAND PLAYING]

Hey, we can slip through
here and nobody'll see us.

We're in for it and we ought to report
back through the gate. That's military.

Yeah, and have them grab us
before we get to the general?

No, by dog, we'll report to General
Bush's office and explain to him in person.

It'll be all right,
Ben, you'll see.

Everything seems happy. Sounds
like they're having a band concert.

Oh, Will.

It'll be all right, Ben, they'll
give us some new uniforms.

Yeah, with numbers on the back.

Let's see. Bush's office
is on the other side.

We'll just slip along cautious-like
and keep cover along the buildings.

WILL: How about that? It's
some kind of real big ceremony.

BEN: Look, the
flag, it's at half-mast.

It's a funeral ceremony,
that's what it is.

Lieutenant Brides and them
others, they didn't get out of the plane.

Now we got that
on our heads too.

Oh, now, Ben, they wasn't so easygoing
they wouldn't know they was on fire.

We'll find out when
we report to the general.

-Everything'll come out real dandy.
-Yeah, sure.

Ten days ago, in
Operation Prometheus...

...the power of the atom
bomb was challenged...

...by a band of
battle-hardened air aces.

Well, brush, man, brush.
That's genuine leather.

-Here, watch that sleeve.
-The grandstands are full, sir.

You're darned right they are.

Those men are on duty. All
leaves were canceled today.

Senator Hawk and Senator Winkle
have come out of the reviewing stand.

-Good. Good. My car here, Baker?
-I'm certain it is. I'll check.

Abel, check and see if those idiot
officers are on hand to be decorated.

Yes, sir.

Two did not return.

Two did not return.

In the shattered
tail of the plane...

...all that remained were
two charred flight helmets...

...and a handful of dust.

Excuse me, sir, l--

What the devil are
you men doing here?

Well, you see, sir, we come to--

Your uniform is filthy, boy.

I know, sir. We hitchhiked some,
but we had to walk a lot and--

People are coming
from miles around.

Generals, senators to do
homage to two enlisted men.

Your brothers-in-arms.

And you don't even have
enough courtesy and respect...

...to put on a decent uniform.

-Sir, please, I'd like to turn myself in.
-He didn't jump, sir.

I pulled him out.

The car is ready, sir.

What squadron are you men in?

-The ninth squadron, sir.
-The ninth?

Stackpole and
Whitehead's own outfit.

-Stockdale and Whitledge, sir.
-Stockdale and Whitledge, sir.

Well, whoever they were.

Now, you two are going right
back into that conference room...

...until I finish this ceremony.

And then we'll see if we
can put a little decency...

...and esprit de corps into you.

Dirty uniforms.
Today of all days.

Well, you men heard
the orders. Get in there.

Well, we turned
ourselves in, I think.

Yeah, wait until he finds out that besides
wearing dirty uniforms, we're deserters.

[WHISTLING]

[MUSIC PLAYING OVER RADIO]

Ah-ah.

What's the matter?

Lieutenant Bridges
on the back cover.

I wished you would look.

[DRUMROLL PLAYS OVER PA]

MAN [OVER PA]: General Bush has just
taken his place on the reviewing stand...

...and now the four lieutenants
who braved the atomic blast...

...and will receive the Air Medal,
are bravely mounting the platform.

The lieutenants. They're alive.
They're getting medals. They're heroes.

Golly.

If we'd have stayed on,
we'd have been heroes.

It is a solemn moment,
ladies and gentlemen.

The many visiting dignitaries
standing at attention...

...the flag at half-mast
in honor of the two men...

...who gave their lives in
Operation Prometheus...

...Privates Stockdale
and Whitledge.

-Stockdale and Whitledge?
-Stockdale and Whitledge?

Yes, Stockdale and Whitledge.

Names that will live
as long as men are free.

We are heroes, Ben.

But we ain't dead.

Well, that makes it
even better, don't it?

They think we're heroes and we're a
couple of rotten, no-good deserters.

[LAUGHS]

Golly, will they be surprised.

They'll kill us, that's what
they'll do. They'll kill us.

Hi.

[MUTTERING]

You've gone crazy.

Seeing things.

Howdy, sergeant.

Private Whitledge reporting for
duty after an unforeseen delay, sir.

I bet you never expected to
see us again, but here we are.

No, no, no.

Didn't I tell you he'd
be surprised, Ben?

-Why ain't you dead?
-No excuse, sir.

-You ain't dead. You ain't dead.
-Well, see, I had my parachute on.

I was the one who
identified your remains.

Two charred helmets
and a handful of dust.

-They're having a big ceremony down there.
-Yeah.

BUSH: Ten days ago, in
Operation Prometheus...

...the power of the atom
bomb was challenged....

-Is that the general?
-The general.

-Is he giving us medals?
-Medals.

-Now, there you go, Ben.
-General. Medals.

Now, get back in that room.

-Hey, that's no way to act, sergeant.
-Just get in there.

Ben and me is alive and you--

Stay where you are.

Oh, I don't deserve
this, I don't deserve....

Captain. Captain. Captain!

We'll be shot.

No, it's just he's kind
of surprised right now.

Later on they'll all be
glad we're here. You'll see.

Sergeant, will you--? Will
you--? What's the matter? Sar--

Are you nuts?

No.

Oh....

Don't move, you
understand? Just don't move.

Don't move or
I'll have you shot!

You, get over to that
reviewing stand on the double.

Tell the general to
stop proceedings.

There's radio, television
and newsreel cameras there.

If he gives out posthumous medals
to two men who are in his own office...

...he'll be the laughing
stock of the whole country.

Step on it!

Stay away from those
windows, you understand?

Stay away from those doors.

And if anybody comes in
here, you tell them you're....

John Jones and Jack
Smith. You got that?

Yes, sir.

They're gonna kill us.

-They're gonna kill us.
-No, they ain't.

Breathe deep.

What's going on here?

Sergeant King just jumped an air
policeman and stole his motorcycle.

The two men who are getting the
posthumous medals, they're inside.

-The medals?
-No, the men.

-You're drunk.
-Go ahead. Look.

-Who are you?
-I'm John Jones...

...and this here is Jack Smith.

Jim, if you're trying to be
comical, it'll be the last time...

...because jokes about the
dead is carrying it a little bit too far.

Well, did you stop him in time?

Sir, I informed him of the situation and
advised him that contrary to intelligence--

In English, you idiot.

Had he presented the
medals or had he not?

Yes, sir, he had, sir.

-Holy.
-Well, what did he say?

Well, sir, he said--

BUSH: I'll court-martial everybody
in the whole damned Air Force.

That's what he said, sir.

Where are they? Where are they?

Where are those two privates who
hold my career in the palm of their hands?

In there, sir.

You two.

Yes, sir.

We got back as
quick as we could.

And I sure do appreciate
you giving us medals and all...

...and setting the
flags at half-mast.

Well, I got the whole
thing figured out too, sir.

Well, you know that handful of dust
Sergeant King was talking about?

Well, that's all it was.
A handful of dust. Heh.

If I'd had known you all was gonna think
it was us, I'd have swept it under a seat.

But, anyhow, what it comes
down to is we ain't dead.

[MUTTERING]

Ten minutes ago, in front of half the
brass in the continental United States...

...I awarded the Air Medal
to a handful of sweepings.

Do you know what this is gonna
do to me when this story gets out?

Sir, I didn't know.

Tomorrow I will probably be known
throughout the entire Pentagon...

...as old Dustpan.

I've got to get those
two men off my base.

If anybody sees them,
if anybody hears them--

Sir, couldn't you transfer
them to another base?

Shut up. What?

Oh. Oh.

Yes.

You go over to S-1 and
get as many DD-613 forms...

-...as you can lay your hands on.
-Yes, sir.

You, go out and get another
car and bring it around back.

-Quietly.
-Yes, sir.

Get a command car and
put the curtains up all around.

WILL: Well, they put us
in this here command car...

...and took us way out here
in the woods, real secret like...

...with all kinds of guards
around us and everything.

You know what to do.
Challenge everybody.

The password is: Nightmare.

Nightmare.

If anybody fails
to give it, shoot.

Okay, sentries, take
your posts on the double.

Are you sure we've got
the whole area surrounded?

I think so, sir. I've never
done anything like this before.

Well, do you think I have?

General, it sure is exciting,
ain't it? Where's Ben?

Look, you just stand right over
there and let me handle this, please.

What the devil is keeping General Pollard?
Are the forms ready for him to sign?

Corporal's working on them, sir.

[CAR APPROACHING]

-That must be Pollard's car now.
-Yes, sir.

-Speed him up.
-Yes, sir.

SENTRY: Halt. Advance
and give the password.

[GUNSHOTS]

Great Scott,
they've shot Pollard.

POLLARD: Stop. Stop. Eugene,
tell these idiots to stop shooting.

It's me. Vernon.

[GUNSHOT]

Give the password.

POLLARD: I've forgotten
the damned thing.

Nightmare.

Nightmare!

[GUNSHOT]

POLLARD: Nightmare, you stupid--

Come back here, you.

Look, here, Eugene, you're
carrying this thing a little too far.

I'm sorry, Vernon, the
sentries are nervous.

No reason for that.

[LOUD POUNDING]

-Nightmare!
-Nightmare!

What's that?

I'm sorry, Vernon, it's
the other dead hero.

The talkative one.

I put him in the
trunk for total security.

Ben's in the trunk?
How about that?

-Get him out, Stockdale.
-Yes, sir.

Listen, Eugene, they could lower
the boom on us, pulling a deal like this.

We are in trouble, Vernon.

Clear up to our pensions.

Now, come on and
sign those papers.

Howdy, Ben.

Oh....

I knew it. I knew it.

They got us out in the
middle of no man's land.

Oh, I don't know. I
think it's kind of pleasant.

Goodbye, Will.

-We just got here, Ben.
-And we ain't never going back.

Will, I know you didn't
do it on purpose...

...and I know there wasn't
no meanness behind it.

I forgive you.

-Then we're buddies again?
-For a little while.

All right, Whitledge, you first.

Sentry, take him in there, have
him sign everything in triplicate.

-Bye, Will.
-Bye, Ben.

Golly, is he gonna be surprised.

You know, everybody's all the time
saying how sergeants is mean and tough.

So I'm right glad you was my first
one because you showed me different.

Why, thank you, Will.

All right, Will, I'm gonna
give you the watch anyway.

-Oh, gee, I never held that against you.
-Oh, go on and take it.

My mother would be
glad for you to have it.

We're square now.

I don't owe you nothing and
you don't owe me nothing.

We're square.

-King?
-Yeah.

What's the matter
with that Whitledge?

He keeps saying he's sorry he has
only one life to give for his country.

He figures you brought
us out here to get shot.

-Shot?
-Shot.

Ridiculous.

All these witnesses, Vernon.

Take a smoke. Ahem.

All right, Stockdale, I just have a
couple of letters for you to sign...

...and then we'll be through
with this whole mess.

This one's to your folks...

...saying that you're on a
very important secret mission.

This one certifies you've never
heard of Operation Prometheus...

...and have never been on
my base in your entire life.

Sign here.

But, if we never heard of
Operation What You Call It...

-...we don't get no medals, do we?
-Medals? Of course not.

Sign here.

Ben, he sets a whole lot of stock
in medals and things like that.

You want me to present a medal out
in the woods in the middle of the night?

That's right.

Hey, we can get everybody standing up all
around and turn one of the cars around...

...so the lights are shining.

-Hey, maybe get a little music on the radio.
-No, no. I don't have any medals.

WILL: Hey, driver, would you mind turning...?
-Come back.

-How long is this going to take, Eugene?
-I didn't bring any medals.

Now what? I wanna get to bed.

You hear me? I said
I didn't have any--

Oh....

What are you staring at?

Vernon, old man, I
wonder if you'd give me...

...one of your medals?

What?

Just one, Vernon, please.

You've got so many of them.

-What are you talking about, Eugene?
-Stockdale wants a medal.

That does it. He
goes to Leavenworth.

No, no.

We might go with him.

Vernon, if you give me one of
yours, I'll give you two of mine.

-I swear I will.
-But these medals are sewn on.

BUSH: Sewn? POLLARD:
Yes, by heavens.

His medals are sewn on.

I got my mumblety-peg knife.

Just a small one,
please, Vernon?

I'll do this in private,
if you don't mind.

ANNOUNCER [OVER RADIO]:
This is radio station WQUID...

...now presenting a medley
of your favorite band music.

There's nothing else you can
think of at this moment, is there?

You do realize why we don't
have a brass band, don't you?

I wouldn't worry about that
none, sir. This here'll do fine.

I'll just get everybody
lined up over here.

[BAND MUSIC PLAYING OVER RADIO]

-Y'all come on in! KING:
Resist! On the double!

Everybody come on in!

KING: On the double.
SENTRY: Come on.

KING: Line up, boy,
right here. Come on.

Come on, give me the
papers. Line up on the double.

I've been blackmailed, I've been
shanghaied, I've been shot at...

...and now I've been robbed.

By dog.

Boy, Ben's gonna pop his shirt when
both of you generals snap to attention.

-Do what?
-Vernon, please.

Never.

BUSH: I'll stand at attention.

I'll stand on my head if
you'll just sign these papers.

I'll go fetch Ben.

-Have the orders to read?
-Yes, sir.

-Good.
-I'll get Ben.

Come on, Ben.

No, Will. Don't they give you
one last request or something?

BUSH: All right, you asked
for it. Come out and get it.

That's right, Ben. Now, strut
right up to the general and salute.

He's got something
he's gonna give you.

I know.

Goodbye, Will.

King.

"The following enlisted men
are hereby relieved of duty...

...and removed from the records
of Major General Eugene Bush...

...and transferred to the command
of Major General Vernon Pollard...

...U.S. Army infantry."

-What?
-Private Benjamin B. Whitledge.

-Private Will Stockdale.
-We're in the infantry, Ben.

-The infantry?
-Yeah.

Well, so long, boys.

It's been swell knowing you.

-So long, sergeant.
-So long, sergeant.

Wish I could be going
along with you, but that's life.

Hey, couldn't he, sir?
Couldn't he go along with us?

Brilliant idea,
Stockdale. Brilliant.

No, no, no.

-We are still gonna be together.
-In the infantry.

What happened?

Detail, attention.

That's one thing I won't do.

ANNOUNCER: Station
WQUID signing off.

[DRUMROLL OVER RADIO]

It gives me great pleasure
to award this Air Medal...

...which through a
regrettable error...

...was previously
awarded posthumously...

...to Private Benjamin
B. Whitledge...

...U.S. Army infantry.

MAN: Present arms.

["THE STAR-SPANGLED
BANNER" PLAYS OVER RADIO]

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