The Waltons (1971–1981): Season 8, Episode 23 - The Medal - full transcript

Get a load of them fancy ribbons.
Where did you get them, boy?

You won them at the county fair?

- Roger, you shouldn't have come.
- I had to see you.

It's about tomorrow night.
Please say you'll come to see me.

Roger, you shouldn't
be here. Please, go.

You aren't so tough.

Maria Elena.

Maria Elena,
I'm sorry I hit you.

Mary Ellen, if this thing goes against
me, you ain't heard the last of it.

- Oh, I was scared to death.
- Me, too.

I still am.



They came from the
mountains, from the plains,

the East Coast and the West.

During World War Il, America
was a nation on the move.

People from all walks of life and
different sections of the country

were coming together, learning
about each other's customs,

exchanging ideas and
sometimes falling in love.

I'm sure sorry about this,
there's going to be a short wait,

while I adjust the
carburetor on this old crate.

Oh, there's pop and candy
inside Godsey's store here,

won't take but a few minutes.

George, did you bring
me some medical supplies?

Oh, I sure did, Mary Ellen. They
are in a box right by my seat there.

The County Health Officer brought
them down to the depot himself.

Thanks.



That fellow in the back,

I bet you anything
he's one of them.

- In that paratrooper uniform?
- Yeah.

I believe you're right, Smitty.

You know, some shipmates of mine
beat up on a gang of them out in L.A.

- Excuse me.
- Let the lady by.

You're right. Time
that bus is ready.

Wait a minute. Just like I told
you, Casey. He's one of them...

- What's that word.
- Pachuco.

Yeah, pachucos.

Look at him. He's still
wearing his zoot suit.

- Ain't he fancy?
- Real spick and span, mostly a spic.

You know something
else. I bet you his

mama's still flipping
frijoles all day long.

Hey, Casey,

get a load of them fancy ribbons.
Where did you get them, boy?

You won them at the county fair?

Easy.

Oh, this is... No, no.

Excuse me, miss, can you tell
me where the Willard house is?

- I'll take you there.
- Thank you.

I'm Mary Ellen Willard.

You were married
to Curtis Willard?

No kidding. Well,
you're why I'm here.

I was at Pearl Harbor
during the attack.

I still have trouble
talking about that day.

Yeah, me too.

But I had to see you. See, I wouldn't be
here if it hadn't been for Major Willard.

He saved my life that day.

Sergeant, looks like you've been
around. Pacific, Africa, Europe.

Just about everywhere
we're fighting.

Oh, when you're airborne,
you really get around.

I wish this war would
hurry up and be over.

I'm afraid it's a long
ways from being over.

Is that how most of the
men feel about it, Sergeant?

Yes, sir. It's a long way
from Britain to Berlin.

And the Pacific, that's where Ben
thinks his Seabee outfit will be sent.

Hell, I hope it's all over
before he has to go.

Ben got a weekend pass, do
you think you'll be back by then?

I hope so, honey. I have
to talk to the men at co-op,

and then see Matt Sarver in Richmond.
Nice to have met you, Sergeant.

Thank you, sir, but before you leave there
is something I'd like for you to read.

It took me a while to find out
who had carried me to cover

when I was wounded at
Pearl. It was Major Willard.

I wrote a letter about it. When I
was in Washington the other day,

well, the President thought I should be the
one to bring this to the Major's family.

- President Roosevelt?
- Yes, sir.

I'm afraid it's a
little late, but...

Well, the Major's been awarded
the Silver Star for gallantry in action.

The letter will explain it all.

"The Office of the President
of the United States.

"Dear Mrs. Willard, we regret
that there has been a delay

"in awarding this decoration to your
late husband, Major Curtis J. Willard.

"Through the efforts of
Sergeant Edward A. Ramirez,

"the heroic actions of Major
Willard on December 7th, 1941

"have finally been recognized.

"On that date, Major Willard,

"with complete disregard
for his own safety,

"rescued several wounded
men, bringing them to safety

"from the guns of
low-flying enemy aircraft.

"Though wounded himself,
he refused medical attention

"and continued to save
lives until he lost his own.

"Through the bravery of
Americans like Curtis Willard,

"we shall win this
war against tyranny,

"and once again have
peace throughout the world."

It's signed Franklin
D. Roosevelt.

Corabeth?

It is you, Corabeth, isn't it?

Yes, but do I know you?

Well, you did once.

I could only worship you from afar
then, so you probably don't remember me.

- I beg your pardon.
- I'm Roger Westerby.

We went to school
together in Doe Hill.

Right. Yes, of course. Roger
Westerby, but you wore glasses then.

Yeah, I was so shy I could never
say a word. Never to you, anyway.

You were the star of
the drama department,

and winner of the declamation
contest and a dancer, and beautiful.

And you still are.

Roger, perhaps you
still need glasses.

No, my eyes actually got
better, after I moved to Cincinnati.

Oh, do you live in
Charlottesville now?

No, no, no, no. We are
just stationed nearby.

- Getting ready to ship out soon.
- Oh, dear.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Well, then, won't you
have dinner with me?

You know, one last fling.

You could even read
some of that poetry to me.

- I used to love the sound of your voice.
- You did?

Oh, I did.

Will you have dinner?

Oh, Roger, I can't. You see,
I don't live in Charlottesville.

I'm just here for a meeting of
the State Retailers Association.

- I really must return home.
- Sounds impressive.

No, not really.

You see, I'm connected with
the Godsey supermarket chain.

I live in Jefferson County.

Well, I really must go.

We could even go dancing. Oh,
I'd love to see you move again.

You were the most
graceful thing I'd ever seen.

Oh, dear.

I wish you had said
something about it then.

Well, I really must go.

Goodbye, Roger. A dieu.

Corabeth, wait.

Hang onto him a second. I
want to show him something.

What's he got?

Say thank you.

From the way you get
along with John Curtis,

I'd say you've had some
experience with little ones.

I've got lots of little brothers
and sisters out in California.

What did you do in Los
Angeles before the war?

I wanted to be a teacher,

but I got drafted before
I could go to college.

Looks like you've made
a pretty good soldier.

That was only after your
husband handed my life back to me.

You know after I got
out of the hospital,

I decided to become
the best soldier I could.

I really felt I owed
it to him, somehow.

Do the ribbons mean
you've got medals, too?

Yes, that's why I
was in Washington.

Major Willard was saving
lives, I was taking them.

Isn't that what they
trained you to do?

Yeah, I got to report
back next week.

- All these big things coming up.
- You're welcome to stay here.

No, I can't do that. You got
a big enough family as it is.

Well, hi, there, Mary Ellen. Say,
how's that big boy doing, huh?

- Oh, he's fine, Ep.
- Oh, he sure is.

This is Sergeant Ramirez.

- Sergeant.
- Sheriff.

- They told me I might find you out here.
- Something wrong?

Were you mixed up
in some kind of fracas

down in front of Ike's
store with a sailor?

- Yes, sir, but there wasn't much to it.
- Not according to the sailor.

He's filing charges against
you. He says you broke his arm.

Oh, I didn't mean to do that.

I saw it, Ep, it was
self-defense, pure and simple.

Well, we're holding a meeting in my
office, as soon as Smith feels up to it.

You better come along,
Mary Ellen, as a witness.

But in the meantime, Sergeant,
you're going to have to stick around.

Look, Sheriff, that
sailor grabbed me.

- He insulted my family.
- Well, I know, but...

Ep, the sergeant can stay
here, I'll be responsible for him.

Okay, Mary Ellen.
I'll be giving you a call.

Looks like you're
staying after all, Eddie.

You shouldn't get mixed
up in this, Mary Ellen.

Mexicans and the law don't mix too
well. I don't want it to rub off on you.

- How far are we riding today?
- About six miles.

I have to take some prescriptions
to some people up in the hills.

Where did you learn to ride?

Oh, I used to be an
exercise boy at a race track.

- Well, let's ride.
- Okay.

You know what, Corabeth, I
got to see a man about a dog.

What?

Oh, excuse me, I've got
to go to the powder room.

- So, this is the Godsey supermarket.
- Oh, Roger.

How on earth did
you ever find me here?

Well, you're very well known at
the State Retailers Association.

I didn't want you to be
arrested for shoplifting,

so I paid for that book of
poetry you ran off with yesterday.

Oh, I was going to take that
back. Here, let me pay you.

No, don't do that.

Look, I have a better idea.

I saw this lovely pond with a
little bridge across it near here.

Why don't we have a picnic? You
can read some of that poetry to me.

Roger, I couldn't.

You see, I'm married
to Mr. Godsey.

Yeah, I know, I know.

That was something else I found
out at your Retailers Association.

Corabeth,

I'm married, too.

Now, Betty is a fine,
fine person. It's just that...

Well, she's just not interested
in some of the things I am and...

- It is so hard to explain.
- Yes, isn't it?

Oh, I mean, I know it
must be difficult for you.

All I'm suggesting is a
harmless rendezvous

where we can recapture some
of the moments of our youth.

Roger, I can't.

Wouldn't you even
consider it for an old friend

who's going overseas
in a few days?

Meet me there in an
hour, Corabeth, please.

- He's coming.
- Please.

- Hi, Captain.
- How do you do?

Real nice place you folks got here.
- Well, thank you very much, sir.

Something we can do for you?

Oh, no, no, no, thank you.

I was just driving through
your beautiful countryside

and... Well, frankly I got lost.

But, I know where I'm
going now. Thank you.

- Well, good day to you, sir.
- Okay.

You have a nice trip.

Seems like a nice fellow, huh?

Have you given up
smiling for the duration?

Oh, I don't have many
happy thoughts these days.

I think it's that uniform. You
have to look mean to live up to it.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

Somewhere under that grim look

is a warm-hearted person
with a sense of humor.

You aren't so tough.

Come on, soldier. Show me
some moves. Come on, come on.

Maria Elena, you're
going to get hurt, all right.

Not with you just standing
there, soldier. Come on.

Maria Elena.

Maria Elena,
I'm sorry I hit you.

- You're not hurt.
- I might have been.

I would never do that.

"Nor, what may
count itself as blest

"The heart that
never plighted troth

"But stagnates in the weeds of
sloth Nor any want begotten rest

"I hold it true, whate'er befall
I feel it when I sorrow most"

Oh dear,

I had forgotten what a
romantic Lord Tennyson was.

"I hold it true, whate'er befall
I feel it when I sorrow most

"'Tis better to
have loved and lost

"Than never to
have loved at all"

Right?

Oh, yes, yes, the
words are right.

I'm not sure about the morality.

There's a poem I remember.

I wanted to recite
it to you back then,

but I was going off to Cincinnati and
not the European Theater of Operations.

"Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind

"That from the nunnery Of thy
chaste breast, and quiet mind

"To war and arms I fly

"True, a new mistress now I
chase The first foe in the field

"And with a stronger
faith embrace

"A sword, a horse, a shield

"Yet this inconstancy is
such As you too shall adore

"I could not love
thee, Dear, so much

"Loved I not honor more"

I must go. Oh, I must
go. They'll see us.

Then meet me tomorrow
at noon in the bookstore.

- I have to see you again, Corabeth.
- No, I can't.

- I'll be waiting.
- It's impossible, Roger.

I wish Jim-Bob could see you.

He thinks you're such a
rough, tough paratrooper.

Well, there are two sides
to every coin, you know.

Oh, I'll go get it.

I think Virginia likes uniforms.

She pays a lot more attention
to Ben than she ever does to me.

Yeah, just a second. He's right
here. Eddie, I think it's the Sheriff.

- Here, I'll take her.
- Thanks.

Thank you. Hello.

Yes, sir, right away.

Okay, I'll be right there.

You know, Corabeth, the Baldwin
ladies and their shopping list.

They don't have the slightest
idea there are any shortages.

I guess I'm just going to have
to make some substitutions.

Mr. Godsey,

did you miss me this afternoon?

No, very, very busy.

I see.

Oh, how was that
Red Cross meeting?

- Oh, I didn't go.
- You didn't, how come?

Well, it was such a
beautiful spring afternoon

that I... I stopped near
Drucilla's Pond and took a walk.

Well, that's good.
I'm glad you did that.

You know, you work too
hard. What with the store,

and the Retailers Association
and the rationing and all that.

I really don't mind. I
want to do my part.

Oh, yeah, but you don't
want to do too much, huh?

- He's lying, Sheriff.
- His kind's real good at that.

Well, now, that's
enough, Mr. Smith.

Your son and his friends here
have already made their depositions

and as soon as I get,
well, Sergeant's here,

I'll send him in to the nearest military
authorities and we'll get a ruling.

Now, is that understood?

Well, by the way, where's Mary
Ellen? I thought she was going to testify.

- Can we leave her out of this?
- Well, sure. If you want it, Sergeant.

Okay, talk slow and
I'll take your statement.

One of them grabbed me.

I defended myself.

- Okay, go ahead.
- That's what happened.

Nothing more to say.

Sergeant, are you sure that,
that's all you want to say?

That's the truth, why say more?

I just don't...

I got to tell you that all
these other statements

completely contradict
everything you've said,

and that could go against you.

That's his problem,
not yours, Sheriff.

That's right. He ought to get
everything that's coming to him.

- Hi, Sheriff.
- Mary Ellen.

Why didn't you
wait for me, Eddie?

The Sheriff said to
get right down here.

Mary Ellen, are you going
to make a statement or not?

Yes, I am. I saw
exactly what happened.

You talking for this greaser?

I'm speaking for myself.
Can we get on with this, Ep?

I have done business
with your daddy.

- Does he know what you're up to?
- Mr. Smith.

I think it's time you take your
son and his friends on home.

I'll make sure you get a copy of any
further statements made in this matter.

You know what I heard, Pa?

Heard she's kind of sweet on
that Mex. You know what, Sheriff?

- Heard he's staying out at her place.
- Smitty.

You've made your statement.
Now, get on out of here.

All of you, come
on. Out of here.

All right, Mary Ellen, let's
hear what you've got to say.

Corabeth, please, will you
just listen to me for a minute?

Look, all I wanted to do was take
you to this quaint little tea room,

for a pleasant luncheon, and
intelligent, adult conversation.

I believe you, Roger, but,

I just simply cannot bring myself to leave
Mr. Godsey alone here in the store again.

I mean, I called to tell you
that I just don't feel that's right.

But don't you understand?
I may never see you again.

I'm going off to war, Corabeth, I
want to have something to remember.

- I want to be with you.
- Oh, Roger, please don't say those things.

I cannot listen.
I must not listen.

Well, then, just
listen to your heart.

- I love you, Corabeth, and I always have.
- Oh, Roger.

- You don't mean that.
- I must see you again.

No, Roger, I can't. I'm sorry.

I must go.

Who's on the phone,
Corabeth? Anything important?

No. No, nothing important.

I want to thank you
for what you did,

but I don't think people
around here are going to like it.

I really couldn't care less
about what people say.

I never have.

- I knew that the first time I saw you.
- Is that right?

Yeah, when I got off the bus,

I mean, there you were,
looking me right in the eye.

- We don't have many like you around here.
- Mexicans?

Paratroopers.

Must be Jim-Bob.

I promised him I'd go with
him to deliver some lumber.

Sounds like a lot of fun.

I'm sorry, Mary Ellen.
I did promise him.

You know, Mr. Godsey, I thought
that perhaps tonight after supper

we might listen to some music,
or read poetry to each other.

Well, I don't know about poetry

but I guess I could listen to
that Guy Lombardo record again.

On second thought,
I think I'll just read.

Oh, it's not a bad idea, either.

You know, I'm reading a great
novel. It's called Forever Amber.

It's a real classic. It's about
that thick, and the scenes...

Well, Corabeth, look who's
here. The Captain is back.

- Well, you get lost?
- Oh, no, no, no, sir.

It just seems that I can't get
enough of your beautiful countryside.

Well, can I get something
for you while you're here?

As a matter of fact, I
could use some gasoline.

- Five gallons would do it.
- Coming right up.

While you're waiting, have
a soda pop, on the house.

Thank you.

- Roger, you shouldn't have come.
- I had to see you.

It's about tomorrow night.
Please say you'll come to see me.

Roger, you shouldn't
be here. Please, go.

Dearest Corabeth,
I've received my orders.

I long to be with you.

Please come to the Winslow Hotel
tomorrow night for a farewell supper.

See you at 7:00 in the lobby.

"I could not love thee, Dear,
so much Loved I not honor more"

Has anybody noticed how
special our suppers get,

when Ben has a weekend to pass?

Now, wait a minute,
Jason's coming home, too.

Mary Ellen, J.D. took Eddie
through the plant today.

Yep, and Jim-Bob took
him to the playground.

Showed him some of his friends
and they all went out for a beer.

- A beer?
- Root.

Well, I think it's too bad Eddie doesn't
get to spend more time with Mary Ellen.

I'm really not that
interested in him.

He's got a lot of things he
has to work out for himself.

That must be them.

- Oh, she's not interested at all.
- No, of course not.

No, not a bit. You can tell.

Daddy home, Mary Ellen?

No, he isn't. Is there
something I can do for you?

Yeah, you keep your nose out
of things that don't concern you.

My boy here figures
whatever you had to say about

that little set-to the other day
wouldn't go good with the Navy.

I just told the truth.

- Sure, you did.
- We was there too, you know?

How come you're so
friendly with that zoot-suiter?

Nice girl like you
ought to know better.

Your daddy ought to give you
a good whipping, Mary Ellen.

- Or somebody ought to...
- Maybe I should.

What's that you
were saying, sailor?

You tell your daddy
I want to talk to him.

Us mountain folks
got to stick together.

Come on, boys.

Mary Ellen, if this thing goes against
me, you ain't heard the last of it.

You hear me?

- Thanks for backing me.
- Oh, I was scared to death.

- Me, too.
- So was I.

I still am.

Maria Elena, say
that we will never part

Maria Elena, take
me to your heart

A love like mine is
great enough for two

To share this look is
really all I ask of you

That was beautiful.

What does the
Spanish mean, Eddie?

It's a very passionate song. I
wouldn't want to embarrass you.

- Cindy and I loved it.
- It was beautiful, thanks.

Don't you think it's
romantic, Maria Elena?

Sure, but I think that
my name in Spanish

is much better than
plain old Mary Ellen.

Well, there's nothing
plain about Mary Ellen,

Maria Elena.

Well, I think it's
time for dessert.

"I could not love
thee, Dear, so much

"Loved I not honor more"

"Loved I not honor more."

- So, you're about finished up, honey?
- Yes.

Yes, I was delayed because I
got a phone call from Aunt Minerva.

Hand me that wastebasket,
will you, honey?

So, how's your old Aunt Minerva?

Well, she's fine, just
as sprightly as ever.

In fact, she asked me
to come to Charlottesville

and have dinner with
her tomorrow night.

What do you think about that?

Oh, it's okay by me as
long as I don't have to go.

Well, let's call
it a night, huh?

I'll go lock up.

Have some more coffee, Ep.

- Thank you.
- Eddie will be down in a minute.

Okay.

And what about Eddie?

Do you think he's
gonna go to jail?

Well, folks, Sergeant Edward
Ramirez is quite a hero.

He got the Silver Star from
the President about a week ago,

along with a couple of
Purple Hearts, Bronze Star.

That's a chest full of medals, Ep.
Not like what you got in the last war.

- Do you know how he got them?
- Yeah, sure do.

He parachuted into Sicily on a
special assignment with a Ranger outfit,

and he had to kill off a lot
of enemy troops in action.

- Good morning, Sergeant.
- Sheriff.

Hey, I got news
for you. Good news.

Because of your record,
Mary Ellen's testimony,

you're free to go.

Well, I'm glad to hear that.

I'm afraid those sailors are going to
have to face some disciplinary action,

when they return
from shore leave.

Anyway, I want you
to know, Sergeant,

I'd be proud to shake your hand.

I'm sorry things
happened the way they did.

- Good luck to you, huh?
- Thank you, sir.

Well, I guess I'd better be on
my way. So long, everybody.

- Thanks for the coffee.
- See you later, Sheriff.

Thanks, Ep.

What's the matter
with everybody?

Nothing, we're just happy
things turned out okay.

Eddie, I'm playing at
the Dew Drop Inn tonight.

Why don't you and Maria
Elena come along and celebrate?

- Ben and I are going.
- We'd love it if you'd stay.

Okay.

You got to keep me out of jail.

We'll try, we'll try.
Might not be easy.

- Corabeth, oh, I'm so glad you came.
- I wish I were.

I know someone
is going to see me.

We don't have to
worry about that.

I've arranged for a very special
supper, to be served up in my room.

Champagne, caviar, soft music,
everything for you, my love.

In your room?

I don't want to share
you with anyone.

But I... I can't do that, Roger.

I mean, I feel badly enough
as it is about Mr. Godsey.

He sees you every day.
This is my last chance.

I can't lose you now.

But Ike is my husband.

Yeah, I know, and I
keep thinking about Betty.

I have to admit it,

it was difficult for me
registering here for two.

But life seems so precious
now. I want to live every moment.

Ike has been very
kind to me and loving,

in his way.

It's now or never, Corabeth.

Sorry I'm late. I was
checking with Elizabeth,

she's taking charge of John
Curtis and Ginny this evening.

You look beautiful.

But I have to talk to you.

All right, I'm a good listener.

I like you very much but...

Well, the Sheriff told you this morning
about those medals and why I got them.

Even in the barrio back in L.A.,
you know, I could stay out of trouble.

But now they've turned
me into a professional killer.

Look, I could've killed
that sailor the other day.

When I get mad, I get crazy.

I don't want to hurt you or get
you mixed up in any more trouble.

- Don't I have a choice?
- Look, you really don't know me.

I know you haven't acted
like a professional killer

with John Curtis
or little Ginny.

The rest of the family
feels good about you.

As for me,

you've been gentle
and protective,

hardly signs of you
being any kind of a killer.

I admit that sometimes, when
you're in one of your moods,

you sort of scare me.

But you've made me
feel like a woman again.

I haven't felt that
way in a long time.

Maybe I like that Latin temper
of yours. It means you're alive.

I only hope I can control it.

You should count to ten
before you do anything rash.

Okay.

You haven't closed up yet.

Well, I had some bookwork to do,

and I didn't notice
what time it was, I guess.

- You're home early.
- Oh, well...

Well, Aunt Minerva
wasn't feeling very well,

and so we just
had a brief visit,

and we decided that we'd
have supper some other time.

Well, I'm sorry that Aunt
Minerva isn't feeling well.

Sure am glad you're home early.

I thought about
you the whole way.

You're a good man,
Ike, and I love you dearly.

I adore you,
Corabeth. I really do.

So much so, that I went
out and bought you a present.

A new record album.

- More Guy Lombardo?
- No sir-eee.

Your favorite opera, Carmen.

Ol é, Mr. Godsey. Ol é.

I'll go up and change into
something more comfortable.

I'll be right along, Corabeth.

"I could not love
thee, Dear, so much

"Loved I not honor more"

- We ought to go on the road, Eddie.
- We probably will, the road to Berlin.

Lookee here.

- Guess who's here, boys.
- I see him.

It's them Waltons.

You know what they are,
boys? A bunch of spic-lovers.

Go home, Smitty, you're drunk.

Well now, if it ain't
Mr. Big Shot Seabee.

You got that hammer and saw
all polished up there, Ben-Boy.

Get out of here, you jerks.
You're disgracing that uniform.

Ben, don't.

All right, everybody take it
easy. We don't want any trouble.

You got it, buster.
You know why?

For standing up for this greaser
instead of one of your own kind.

Start counting, Eddie.

- One.
- One.

What's the matter, Mr. Zoot
Suit? You don't want to try it again?

- Two.
- Two, three.

Why don't you go back to
bullying little kids, Smitty,

- like you used to do in school.
- Keep counting.

What's the matter, Erin? You
got sweet on this beaner, too?

- Five.
- I figured he'd be chicken.

- He's got to sneak up on you to fight.
- Seven, eight, nine, ten.

Look, I don't know where
you guys have been,

but I was in Africa, and Sicily,
at Anzio, and on into Italy.

Now you and me, and my friends,
we don't have to fight each other.

We're on the same side,
because we all believe in freedom,

and being equal.

And the right for a man
to make his own way,

no matter how much money he's
got, color of his skin, or his religion.

Well, I got nothing
against you guys.

Now, if you want to fight me,
okay, I'll make it interesting for you.

If you'd rather fight with
me in the ETO or the Pacific,

side by side,

that would suit me better.

Look, I'm sorry about your arm.

I get mad too easy.

Join me for a walk, Maria Elena?

Let's hit the bar, boys.

Come on, everybody,
let's have a good time.

Johnny Comes Marching Home.

When Johnny comes marching
home again, hurray, hurray

When Johnny comes marching
home again, hurray, hurray

You know what, I'm sure glad
you taught me how to count.

We'll all feel gay when
Johnny comes marching home

When Johnny comes marching
home again, hurray, hurray

Meeting Eddie Ramirez
made Mary Ellen realize

that she could
still be swept away

by romantic feelings.

And the Sergeant discovered
he was still a human being,

and not just a fighting machine.

He returned to his air-borne
division in time to take part

in the first wa ve of the
Allied forces attack on D-day.

Good night, Mr. Godsey.

Good night, Corabeth.

English -SDH