The Waltons (1971–1981): Season 9, Episode 4 - The Triumph - full transcript

Hey, this ain't the Boy
Scouts, Willis, this is the Army.

Don't listen to him. He
thinks he's G.I. Joe himself.

Yeah? Well, I know
all about guys like him.

I ran into one when I joined
up with the 35th at Bastogne.

Yeah, nothing but hot air.

He went to pieces when it
was time for the real fighting.

Oh, yeah?

Well, I'll show you what
real fighting is about.

Hey! Hold it, you two!

Hit the dirt!

- You all right?
- Keep firing! Pour it on!



Willis, yell up to
him. Tell him it's over.

- What did he say?
- Liar.

We don't have any choice
here. We got to blow him out.

No. We got to take him prisoner.

An hour ago we had a
license to kill. Now we don't.

In 1945 on Walton's Mountain,
with the coming of summer,

buds became leaves and
wildflowers painted the hills and fields

as no human artist could.

It was as if nature was defying
the war that consumed the world.

On the home front, there
were shortages, rationing,

and a deepening war weariness
that only victory could ease.

But the greatest problem
of all for my family

was coping with the anxiety about
those of us who were in the service.

One brother was stationed
nearby, and three were overseas,



one of whom, my brother Jason,

was fighting on the front
lines somewhere in Germany.

- This is it.
- You sure?

The Lieutenant said there was a
woodcutters' house around here.

This must be it.

That's some house.

Every other squad gets a nice
place with beds and a kitchen,

we get a shack.

We'll probably only
be here one night.

No, it's only when we get a
decent setup that we move out fast.

Cover me. I'll check it out.

Hold your fire.

Whoever lived here probably hit it
when they heard we were coming.

Well, how does
goat's meat taste?

Tough, but goat's milk is great.

All right, Ike, try it.

Not going to give
up on it, are you?

I'm running out of
ideas, I'll tell you.

I told you, you should've gotten
rid of this refrigerator years ago.

I was going to, but then
the war started. Remember?

Couldn't find a second-hand
coil around, huh?

Believe me, if there is a place
where you can buy one of these things,

I've either been
there or I called them.

I dare say if a congressman
wanted a new refrigerator, he'd get it.

Well, I guess this war is going
to be over one of these days.

It's the day I keep
waiting for, Ike.

Yeah. It must be
hard on you, John.

Four boys in the
service. I feel for you.

I feel for them.

Yeah.

All right, Ike, try it again.

Okay, keep your fingers crossed.

We did it! It's running!
We're in business!

I don't know how long this old
thing is going to hold up, Ike.

Oh, boy! Listen to that
motor. It's just as noisy as ever.

Daddy, Rose wants to know if
you're coming home for lunch.

Right now, honey.

I was listening
to the news today

and there's a rumor that the
Germans are going to surrender soon.

Where did you hear that?

Well, the reporter was interviewing
someone from the Pentagon.

Those rumors are a dime a dozen.

Kind of rumors I like to hear.

Excuse me, honey. Let's go.

It's the best milk I
ever tasted, I think.

Never had it straight from
the manufacturer before, huh?

No, I have never even
seen a goat up close.

- You know what I'd like?
- What?

I'd like nice, thick,
gooey chocolate malt.

Look, now that
sounds pretty good.

Walton, what kind of goat
do you get malts out of?

Hey, we got company.

Oh, yeah, well, just when we
get settled down in a nice shack,

up comes a messenger
with word we got to move on.

- Second squad?
- Yeah, I'm Sergeant Walton.

My name is Willis.
I'm a replacement.

We can use a replacement.

Counting me, this
squad's down to three men.

- Why so few?
- We've been through some heavy fighting.

They didn't tell me that.

Hey, this ain't the Boy
Scouts, Willis, this is the Army.

And we're at war,
do you remember?

Cut it out, Lusco.

- You want some goat's milk?
- No, thanks.

Yeah, have some goat's milk,
here. Put some hair on your chest.

Lusco!

Don't listen to him. He
thinks he's G.I. Joe himself.

Yeah? Well, I know
all about guys like him.

I ran into one when I joined
up with the 35th at Bastogne.

Yeah, nothing but hot air.

He went to pieces when it
was time for the real fighting.

Oh, yeah?

Well, I'll show you what
real fighting is about.

Hey! Hold it, you two!

You keep that up and you're both
going to be in a lot of hot water.

I didn't start it.

- Willis, you go inside and get some rest.
- Yes, sir.

And you, get off
him and stay off him.

Oh, Sister, I forgot
the shopping list.

You told me to bring it.

Well, Emily, the list!

Oh, yes, of course.

There.

Oh, no, this is a letter
from Cousin Octavius,

written when he was still
in the... The institution...

Dear Octavius, I was
always so fond of him.

- I remember once...
- The shopping list, Sister.

Oh, yes, of course.

Here.

May I help you?

Oh, thank you, Corabeth, but
I believe Ike is attending to us.

I'll just look around, thanks.

Corabeth, how many ration
stamps is a large can of peaches?

You fill out the order,
I'll add up the points.

Okay, I'll see. It's peaches
and peas and asparagus soup.

My, there is quite a list today.

We're having a soiree.

For some of the young
men at Camp Rockfish.

We have a lovely
collection of records,

and one of them I'm sure our
fighting men are going to enjoy

is by Mr. Al Jolson.

All they ever hear on their radios
is that deplorable jitter music.

- Jitterbug music, Sister.
- Whatever you call it.

But this will be a
welcome change.

There's just one thing.

We're can't decide whether to
have roast beef or roast lamb.

What would you suggest?

I would suggest roast lamb
'cause we don't have any beef.

Well, then, you better add
a jar of mint jelly to that list.

Oh, I'm sorry we don't have any.

Oh.

That will be 26 red and 57 blue.

Oh, my! I don't think
we're going to have enough.

Perhaps if we eliminated
the asparagus soup.

That wouldn't help much.

Mr. Godsey, the ladies are giving a
soiree for some of our servicemen.

I don't think we should let
anything petty stand in their way.

Well, let me see.

They look like they
have honest faces.

I guess we can trust
you till next weekend.

My name is Parsons. I'm an Investigator
for the Office of Price Administration.

A spotter!

Selling merchandise without receiving
the required number of rations stamps

is a violation of the law.

But this is a special case.

These ladies have entertained
hundreds of our servicemen

who otherwise would be spending their time
in dens of iniquity in Charlottesville.

We engage them in conversation.

And serve them the Recipe.

A public service,
don't you know.

I said the law
allows no exceptions.

Mr. Parsons, these are good
friends of ours. We can trust them.

They'll bring the
stamps in next week.

- Mr. Goodsey...
- Godsey.

Mr. Godsey,

we have reason to believe that you have
repeatedly violated the OPA regulations.

Now I'm giving you a summons to appear
before the Ration Board in Charlottesville.

Good day, ladies.

Willis, you ready
for that milk now?

- Yes, sir.
- Here you go.

Don't gulp it, junior. Sip it
slow or you'll get the colic.

Leave him alone.

All right, if you want him to
grow up with bad eating habits.

Sounds like a P-38.

P-38? That's one
of ours, isn't it?

Of course it is.

Hey, which army
did you train with?

Hey, snap out of it, Willis.

P-38s only attack German troops.

Maybe we should
take cover just in case.

Hey, you're not going anywhere.
You're on guard duty, remember?

- Let go of me!
- Hey, what's the matter with you, anyway?

Nothing.

Nothing, just forget it.

You must have been
a big help at Bastogne.

Willis, you're dismissed.

Slate, take over.

You know, this is just
what this outfit needs.

A yellowbelly!

Now it just won't be Lusco
who's on me all the time.

You and Slate, too, right?

You both will be
needling me now.

Nobody's going
to be needling you.

But I think you owe
us an explanation.

I... I hear a plane close
like that, I just cave in.

That story you told us about
Bastogne, you made it up, didn't you?

I was on my way there
with a group of replacements,

about 10 of us.

We were crossing a
field and we heard a plane

and then gunfire.

I turned around and I
could see the German pilot

sitting in the cockpit of the plane
as it dived down on top of us.

We hit the dirt, and the plane
was gone as fast as it came.

I was the...

I was the only man who stood
back up in the whole group.

One minute I was
laughing with all my buddies,

and the next minute I was
standing in a field of dead men.

I spent four
months in a hospital.

You were wounded?

No. I just fell apart.

I wanted to be... I wanted
to be a good soldier, but...

But Lusco's right.
I am yellow and...

You guys are... You
guys are stuck with me.

- You sure have a lot of studying.
- I sure do.

What's wrong with you?

I just got a run in my
last pair of silk stockings.

I saw an ad for a
gadget that fixes runs.

Not this one. It runs all the
way from my ankle to my knee.

I'm so sick of shortages.

Tires, hair rollers, stockings.

Everything I need is either
unavailable or rationed,

and I don't have enough stamps.

Well, think about how
much better off we are

than people who live in cities.

We have chickens,

we have a cow for milk and butter
and Daddy can always go hunting.

Well, it's real easy
for you to be optimistic,

Elizabeth. You don't
even wear stockings.

Listen, you two, how do you expect
me to concentrate with all this racket?

Well, study in your room, then.

I can't. John Curtis is napping.

Elizabeth, would you
get me the vanilla extract?

What kind of a cake
are you making?

Devil's food without
sugar. No frosting.

Lord only knows what
it's going to taste like.

Well, as long as the troops get everything
they need, that's what's important.

Well if they ever make another movie about
Pollyanna, you'd be perfect for the part.

- Please!
- No, no, now listen,

Elizabeth is right.

We have no business
feeling sorry for ourselves.

A whining woman and a cackling
hen will never come to any good end.

I got a letter from Ben. They're
building an airstrip on some island.

- Did he say what island?
- Yeah, and the censor cut it out.

- I didn't want to study, anyway.
- I bet he's in the Philippines.

Well, just so he's not on a
combat zone, that's all I care about.

Why don't you
read it to us, Cindy?

Well, it's a little bit
personal, most of it.

Well, you can skip those parts.

All right.

"This island is a
tropical paradise.

"I've never seen such
beautiful flowers and trees.

"The birds are fantastic, in
every color of the rainbow,

"and the weather's been perfect
every day that we've been here so far."

- So what's the movie tonight?
- Another old western.

Great.

We're about due for R
and R, you know that?

We ain't never going
to get R and R, Ben.

Sure we are. I bet you
they send us to Hawaii.

Sure! And then they'll
fly in Dorothy Lamour

and Betty Grable
to keep us company.

I'll bet you two to one
the tent blows over.

No bet.

Now, you people have
known us for a long time.

And you know that we
wouldn't do anything wrong.

But you did do something,
and Mr. Parsons was right there.

Well, so were we.

And we have something
to say, if we may.

Ladies, please.

All we were trying to do is to
help make it a memorable evening

for some gallant young men from
Rockfish. And you call that wrong?

As I keep telling
you, Mrs. Godsey,

the audit indicated that there
have been previous violations.

And there were good
reasons every time.

Now, for instance,

last month we filled an order for a
lady, she didn't have any stamps at all.

Her son had been
wounded in Iwo Jima

and he was coming
home the next day.

She wanted everything
to be just right for him.

- As it should have been.
- I most certainly agree.

If you ladies have something to
say, would you please stand up?

We have come to appear as
character witnesses for the accused.

We've known the
accused for years.

Mr. Godsey is
an air raid warden.

And Mrs. Godsey rolls
bandages for the Red Cross,

and saves tin foil.

It was they who got us to
salvage cans and our waste fats.

To make munitions
for our fighting men.

Time after time they have sold
us food without ration stamps,

so that we could
entertain the soldiers.

Once when no soldiers showed up,

Mr. Godsey sold us
gasoline without stamps.

So that we could drive to
Rockfish to get more soldiers

to come to the soiree
that we had planned.

We had baked a perfectly
lovely chocolate meringue pie,

don't you know.

We could never have made it if
they hadn't let us have extra sugar.

What I think the ladies
are trying to say is

that they always turn in their ration
stamps when they got their new book.

Or the book after that!

The point is, they
are true patriots

who have done everything possible
to make our soirees a success.

Thank you, ladies.

We have heard the evidence.
Are we in agreement?

Our findings will be turned over to a
federal court with a recommendation

that you be prosecuted for
violation of OPA regulations.

Hey, I found this under the floorboards,
maybe some good German wine.

Hope so.

Canned stuff!

Well, with my luck, it will
probably turn out to be rat poison.

"More-rube." What is that?

Let me see it.

Mohrrübe,that's carrots.

Erbse. That's peas.

There's mixed
vegetables, corn, tomatoes.

Well, that settles it. I always
knew I'd strike it rich. This is it.

Can you speak
German or just read it?

Well, my mother was born in
Germany so I grew up hearing it.

Yeah, well, I've got
to go relieve Slate.

You keep your eye peeled
for strafers there, junior.

That's enough out of you.

I think you ought to ship that kid back
to the rear, and make him an interpreter.

It'd be a lot safer
for the rest of us.

Oh, John, your
kind invitation to dine

could not have
come at a better time.

We all needed
something to lift our spirits.

Oh, Corabeth, you try a little of
this wild turkey, that'll cheer you up.

I don't know what we're
supposed to do, you know.

We try to be good
to our neighbors,

and then some OPA spotter comes
along and makes a federal case out of it.

Well, it's persecution,
pure and simple.

And all this worry is not
good for Mr. Godsey's health.

I am very concerned
about his heart.

Oh, Ike's used to hard work. A
little trouble's not going to hurt him.

I don't know, John. Sometimes I
think I ought to throw in the towel.

Oh, I know how you feel, Ike.

Seems to me I spend half
my time counting ration stamps.

That is, if you have
any. If not you do without.

Everything will be back to
normal once the war is over.

If we can remember
what normal was.

I don't see what good
it does to complain.

There goes Little
Miss Perfect again.

I think we ought
to listen to her.

We're all tired of rationing
and regulations and all that.

We can't give up anymore
than our boys overseas can.

Yeah, I think you're right, John.
We're all soldiers of one sort or another.

Well, in this case, General
Godsey, it is the OPA

and not the Nazi
who are the enemy.

- Come on, now, dig in there.
- Yeah.

I don't know when I've
had a more delicious meal.

I do. The last time
you cooked one.

Oh, Ike! Look!

We've been robbed.

Who on earth could
have done such a thing?

I don't know. The coffee
we got in yesterday, it's gone.

So is the sugar.

And the canned soups and meats
and vegetables, all the rationed items.

Whoever it was obviously
knew what they wanted.

Black marketeers.

We're ruined. All of this stock stolen
and no way to replace it without stamps.

It's all right.

I'm going to go to the Ration
Board... No, no, not that Ration Board.

I'm going to go to Washington D.C.
I'm going to talk to the head of the OPA.

And get hopelessly
tangled in red tape.

No, I won't. I'll
take care of it.

After all these years of hard work, broken
equipment, the Ration Board, and now this.

I simply can't bear it.

Corabeth, we've been through
worse than this together.

Everyone has their breaking
point, Ike, and I've reached mine.

I just can't go on.

I know where it is, Lieutenant.
We'll get up there right away, over.

Keep us posted,
Walton. Over and out.

Just as I was starting to
think of this place as home.

Slate, Willis!

We've been
ordered out on patrol.

I knew it was too good to last.

There's some German soldiers holed
up in a town about 15 miles from here.

We're supposed to help a patrol
from B company flush them out.

- Let's get going.
- I'll get the bag.

Everybody got enough ammo?
- Yep.

Sir.

Slate, go out back
and let the goat loose.

Yes, sir.

Willis, you got a
clip in your rifle?

- Hope I don't need it.
- So do I.

Come on, let's hustle!

- I got a suggestion.
- What?

- Leave junior here.
- He'll be fine.

I'm telling you, Wal, he's
too jumpy for this, leave him.

We're not leaving anybody.

Okay, here we go. Single
file! Willis, you stay behind me.

Move out!

Ike?

Ike!

- What's going on here?
- Hi, John, we've been robbed.

And whoever did it really
knew what they were doing.

All they took was rationed
items. We can't replace them.

Well, you can
restock, can't you?

No, would take a waiver, fill
out a million forms, take weeks.

You mean you're going
to stay closed that long?

That's right, John. The
mercantile will not be reopening.

Well, I'm going to keep
pumping gas and I'll

keep posting letters,
but that's about it.

And I, of course, shall
keep selling real estate,

which should more than compensate for
the loss of profits from the mercantile.

Wait a minute. We
need a store here.

We got to do whatever it
takes to get you reopened.

John, the robbery
was just the last straw.

What with the price controls and
the rationing and the bookwork and...

Come on in, honey.

I mean, it has
become just too much,

and so Corabeth and I have decided to
close it up and that's all there is to it.

Thanks again.

Hey, sonny!

Whoa, team. Whoa!

Howdy.

Where do you think you're traipsing
off to out here in the middle of nowhere?

Well, I'm trying to catch a
ride to Walton's Mountain.

And where's that?

It's on beyond Charlottesville.

Oh.

- This road don't go there.
- Why not?

It don't go nowhere.

Well, that's not what the man
that just dropped me off said.

Maybe, maybe not.

All right, climb up.

I know a shortcut that'll get
you to the Charlottesville turnoff.

If old Samson and Delilah here still got
the gumption left to pull the both of us.

Get along, mule.
Get along there, now.

What are you doing out here if
this road doesn't go anywhere?

Well, I just keep hoping that
one of these years it might.

- Chew?
- Oh, no, thanks.

I bet you'd like a little
drop of something good?

We call this stuff Recipe
up on the Mountain.

- Been to the war yet?
- No. I'm stationed at Langley Field.

Guess you ain't
killed many folks yet.

No, none, I'm glad to say.

Just as well.

Don't make sense going
around shooting at people.

They generally
like to shoot back.

This is water.

Well, now, if
that don't beat all.

That's what I get for letting it sit
around in the hot sun all day long.

Willis.

That cough has got to go.

- I'm doing my best, Sarge.
- Try breathing deep.

- That helped.
- Good.

You going to be all right?

I don't know. I have a bad
feeling about this mission.

I have a bad feeling about
every mission. We'll be fine.

Why don't we radio the company
and ask for reinforcements?

We haven't even
seen the town yet.

But there are... There
are only four of us

and the other patrol's
bound to be small, too.

And we don't even know
how many Germans are there.

That's what we're
going to find out. Let's go!

Hit the dirt!

You all right?

- You all right!
- I'm okay, I'm okay!

All right, all right, stay low!

I'm taking the BAR.
Walton, cover me!

I'm going to get
alongside of them.

All right, keep
firing! Pour it on!

Willis, open fire!

Willis!

Hold your fire!

Slate!

How bad is it?

It hurts like hell, Sarge,
but I'm going to live.

Willis, get the sulpha
and a bandage.

Willis. You cough again
and I'll strangle you.

You sure this shortcut
was such a good idea?

Well, sure it was!

This way, we don't risk old Samson
and Delilah here getting run over by a car.

Well, how am I supposed
to catch a ride from a car

when we're taking
all these back roads?

You'll get your ride sure
enough, first thing in the morning.

In the morning?

Well, you don't expect me to be out driving
these dark roads in the night, do you?

All right, mule, hold
there! Hold now!

Whoa, now, mule.

- What are you doing?
- Making camp.

We're bunking
down for the night.

Well, I've got to get home.

Well, go on, then.

Now the main road is...

Well, I don't rightly
know which way it is.

But you'll bump into
it one of these years.

- You expect me to sleep here?
- I don't see why not.

I always pack the back of this wagon
with the finest straw in Fluvanna County

and I always bring along an
extra blanket in case I get company.

- You're crazy, you know that?
- Ain't it the truth!

Now, I got to get my
proper rest and so do you.

We get up at 5:00 in the morning,
and I don't want no dilly-dallying.

Sarge?

Yeah?

You're awake, too, huh?

I have a rough time sleeping
the night before we move up.

Same here.

I've been looking... I've
been looking at the stars.

Hard to believe my folks can see the
same sky out the window of their home.

I know.

Sarge?

Yeah?

You get homesick?

Homesick and
scared rolled into one.

Everybody gets that way,
even Lusco over there.

Try to get some sleep.

Yeah, I'll try.

The place is
completely deserted.

I know. It's creepy, ain't it?

Halt!

Password!

- Double.
- Header.

- Jackson! How are you doing?
- Hey! All right.

- You with B Company?
- Right.

Hey, the town's clear.

Great! They only
sent two of you guys?

The others took
back some prisoners.

Is there any more wine
where that came from?

Hey, there's all the wine you
can carry down there in the cellar.

- Great.
- Here, have some.

Hey, danke.

- Good to see you, Walton.
- Take it easy.

Sugar Two to Sugar One.
Sugar Two to Sugar One.

Come in, Sugar One, over.

Sugar One to Sugar Two, over.

The town's been cleared, over.

Roger.

We just got word the
German's surrendered.

It's all over!

Come on back and help
us celebrate! Over and out!

Hey, you guys hear that?

It's all over! The
Germans surrendered!

I'm coming home, Ma!

You're going home! You're
going back to Brooklyn, Lusco!

Oh, let me go. Let
me go to Brooklyn.

- Let me have some of that wine!
- I'm going home, Willis!

Take cover!

Across the street,
the church tower!

Lusco! What the hell do
you think you're doing?

Thanks again for the ride.

Yeah, I've been on the
telephone most of the night.

Should be quite a few people there.
Ike and Corabeth got a lot of goods left.

All right, Hank, thanks. Bye.

Do you really think this
is going to help, Daddy?

I don't know, but
it's sure worth a try.

- Hi, everybody.
- It's Jim-Bob!

- Jim-Bob!
- Jim-Bob!

I figured y'all would
be celebrating by now.

We would be, son, if we
knew you were coming home.

- Haven't you heard the news?
- What, are you getting married?

I just heard it on the radio.
Germany surrendered.

Oh, my goodness! Come
on! Come on! Put the radio on.

Oh, somebody pinch
me, I can't believe it!

Ben! Ben! It's over! The Germans
surrendered! The war's over!

The war's over, huh?
Sure glad to hear it.

All right. Lay down a barrage
and make him hit the floor.

I'm going to get over to the
church and toss a grenade in there.

No.

He thinks we're still at war.

Willis!

Willis, yell up to
him. Tell him it's over.

Again!

- What did he say?
- Liar.

And he thinks it's a trick.

We don't have any choice
here. We got to blow him out.

No. We got to take him prisoner.

An hour ago we had a
license to kill. Now we don't.

If we can get inside that church,
maybe we can talk him down.

You're looking for
volunteers, don't look at me.

I'm going after him.

You're going to risk your
skin to save that Kraut?

That's right?

I need a volunteer.

Willis?

Cover me.

- You're crazy, Sarge.
- Cover me!

Walton is crazy.

That guy has got a lot of guts.

Willis, what are
you doing? Willis!

Hey, kid! SLATE: Willis!

Ready?

He must know we're in here.

What do we do?

Call up to him again.

What if he comes down shooting?

Then we'll shoot back.

He's coming. Keep talking. You've
got to make him believe it's true.

- What did he say?
- He still thinks we're lying.

We're just going to
have to wait him out.

That stupid Lusco!

Willis!

Friede. Peace.

Well, we were only trying
to do you a favor, Ike.

Well, I appreciate it,
Miss Mamie. It's just

that I don't want to
bargain for any trouble.

What trouble? Papa's
Recipe is not on the ration list.

Well, no, it's not.
It's just that I...

Well, there are other
problems to be considered.

The Recipe is, of course,
primarily medicinal.

And we are not a pharmacy.

Afternoon, Ike,
Corabeth, ladies.

- John.
- John, Happy V-E day!

I thought you were closed, Ike.

Well, I was, but everybody
in town found out about it

and I thought I'd get lynched
if I didn't open up again.

You can't eat gasoline
and real estate, right?

Well, it's nice to know
that we're needed.

Well, I suspect that
the proprietor of a

certain lumber mill
is responsible for this.

You're right. John telephoned
us early this morning

and told us to bring
our business right over.

I think that was supposed
to be a secret, Emily.

Of course, it was, Sister.

- Is this a permanent reopening, Ike?
- You bet it is.

Wait till you see me
handle that OPA case.

I'm going to get everybody in this
store to go over and testify for me.

Oh, now, Mr. Godsey, please.
Remember what happened last time.

Whatever are we going to
do with all this Recipe, Sister?

I haven't the slightest idea. Our
pantry is already overstocked.

Well, I might just be able
to help you out, ladies.

We're having a V-E day
celebration at my house tonight,

and I'm sure we're going to need
some Recipe before the night's over.

Oh, what a splendid idea!

That's very chivalrous
of you, John.

Roll out the barrel

We'll have a barrel of fun

Roll out the barrel

We've got the blues on the run

Zing boom tararrel

Sing out a song of good cheer

Now's the time
to roll the barrel

'Cause the gang's all here

Aren't you enjoying the party?

I wish I felt like it.

Elizabeth, what's wrong?

I don't know why I'm crying.

It's just I know I hate war.

I guess if there was a reason for
a war, there's a reason for this one.

I'm glad it's over in Europe.

And I hope it won't be long
before it's over everywhere.

I want my brothers to come home.

Honey, they're coming home.

Come on.

My country, 'tis of thee

Sweet land of
liberty Of thee I sing

Land where m y fathers died

Land of the pilgrims' pride

Eisenhower ha d called the
invasion of Europe the Great Crusa de.

He reminded us back in June of 1944
that the eyes of the world were upon us,

that the hopes and prayers of
people everywhere marched with us.

Now the Great Crusa de was over.

And while we rejoiced,
there was the knowledge

that the war in Japan
was still to be won.

Mary Ellen, how do
you spell victorious?

Elizabeth, you
ought to be asleep.

I will be soon. I'm
writing a letter to Ben.

Tell him that John Curtis
is learning how to count.

Tell him I ran into an
old girlfriend of his today.

Tell him all that in the
morning. Good night, Elizabeth.

Good night, Daddy.

I still don't know how
to spell victorious.

English -SDH