Objective - Burma CD1
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This is Burma...
the toughest battleground in the world...
where the Japs had sealed off|the Burma road...
and closed the back door to China.
A door that had to be reopened.
After months of secret preparations...
at Mountbatten's base headquarters|in India...
a far-reaching,|combined operations was about to begin.
British General Wingate|conferred with his staff.
Gen. Stilwell speeded up the training|of his Chinese troops.
A special group of American Army|Air Force commandos...
was set up under Col. Bill Cochran.
And deep in the jungle,|the forward command posts...
of a force called Merrill's Marauders|got ready to push off.
Only their top officers|knew where to, or what for.
One hot afternoon, a reconnaissance|plane from an advance air base...
near the border of India|scouted the Jap-infested jungle.
The operation was about to begin.
Major, photographs for the general.
General, the photographs|of the Red Robin operation have come in.
Good work. Fine.
Lad, it's been a long time.
But here's where|we start paying back the Japs.
Your parachuters will get the first crack.
That's okay with us.
- Rush these to Col. Carter.|- Yes, sir.
- Get Carter on the phone.|- Yes, sir.
Take these to Col. Carter,|503rd Parachute Infantry Headquarters.
- Col. Carter.|- Carter?
Feed your men some raw meat.|We're going in.
The Red Robin operation|goes into effect immediately.
- Photographs?|- Yes, sir.
For Col. Carter.
- Okay, Ned. Now you can go back to sleep.|- Thank you, sir.
Nelson, here's your jump area.
- Jacobs, get me a weather report.|- Yes, sir.
Looks pretty good to me, Colonel.
Edge of the trees there|ought to make good cover.
With the wind blowing west,|this'll make a good go point.
Weather prediction remains same.|No changes expected.
Good. Report all changes as they occur.
- Nelson, you're ready to go, I think.|- Yes, sir.
You take off at 3:45 a.m.,|and jump at dawn.
Your landing will be covered|by a diversionary bombing.
The CG has assigned six bombers to drop|a load here at Yawe.
Once you and your boys get in, it's|up to you to find the target and blow it.
I don't have to pound on your skull|and make big speeches...
as to what this mission means.|I think you know.
If you do good...
it means the lives|of several thousand men.
So do good.
Jacobs, I'll take the first platoon.
Briefing in an hour.
Nelson, here we go.
Hello, Treacy? Briefing, one hour.
First platoon, briefing in an hour. Yes, sir.
Save that for the Japs. Briefing in an hour.
Okay, you guys. Briefing in an hour.
All right, you bathing beauties.|Briefing in an hour.
- Briefing in an hour, Gabby.|- Just a minute.
I'm washing my last pair of nylons.
It's about time.
Never mind filling it, Doc.
We've got briefing in an hour. Pull it.
Briefing in an hour, you guys.
- Thanks for the buck.|- I hate sergeants.
Give me a shampoo, a light trim,|and a manicure.
Finish it after the war. Briefing in an hour.
You monkeys!|First platoon, briefing in an hour.
Come on. Throw the ball, you dummy.
I want to write a letter.
- But what a babe.|- Yeah?
A real straw job, see?
- Stacked up like a pair of bricks.|- I know the type.
- They take a taxi to cross the street.|- But could she spend the dough.
It's about time we saw some action.
Speaking for myself...
I'd just as soon take it easy|for another 100 years.
All right! Stop hounding me, will you?
- Suppose you get killed?|- So I get killed.
- So you're out $2.|- Quit waving your teeth.
All right, but I still don't think|this is a way to fight a war.
We've been sitting around so much,|we've bunions on our landing gear.
You batted your gums so much,|you have bunions on your lip.
I don't like your attitude.|If I only had one more...
The guy with Lieutenant Jacobs.|I've never seen him before.
He's that newspaper Joe|that just came in yesterday.
No kidding? You mean|we're gonna be in the newspapers?
Just in case he's gonna take pictures.
Why should anybody in his right mind|want a picture of you?
What do you mean?
- I'm a curiosity.|- You're not kidding.
No. I mean on account of I'm on a mission.
My old lady expects|me personally to capture Adolf Hitler...
and here I am in India.|Doesn't that make me a curiosity?
You're just khaki-wacky.
I'll make it short, men.
Capt. Nelson will brief you|on the operation in a moment.
I just want to say this:
Two years ago, when|General Stilwell was run out of Burma...
he said among other things,|that we took an awful pasting...
and somebody ought to go back in there|and do something about it.
You men will be|the first to go back into Burma.
The action you're about to see|is the first step...
of an extremely important operation.
On the success of your mission,|depends to a large extent...
the entire course of the war|in this theater.
It's a big job.
And I know you'll do it right.
Good luck to you.
And good hunting.
Let's get started.|You can smoke if you want to...
and speak up if you can't hear me|in the back.
Our mission is to demolish|a Jap radar station...
and communications center|somewhere near point W...
on operations map B.
All we have to do is to go in,|find the radar station, blow it to pieces.
Then get out of there|before the Japs know we're in.
I guess you're wondering why|the Air Force doesn't go and bomb it.
We know approximately|where the radar station is.
Approximately isn't good enough.
The Air Force needs to know exactly|where it is. They don't.
The target's got to be destroyed.|Someone's got to do it.
All right. We're going in.
All right. Gather around the sand table|and I'll show you where you're going.
Don't shove, Hogan. Take it easy.
Guy must think it's a free lunch counter.
All right. We come in due east.
As soon as we reach the junction|of these two rivers...
we cross this small range of hills here.
The other side of that is the jump field.
We'll jump just as soon as we reach|the edge of the field. Is that understood?
And, Miggleori, if we happen to run|across any Burmese dancing girls...
we can't stop and talk to them.
At last reports,|the jump field was undefended.
Jap patrols are from 30 to 60 men|that have been spotted at various...
places this past month,|usually in this area here.
Now, somewhere in this area|is the radar station we're after.
It's not going to be a cinch finding it.
There's a supply depot located at point X.
And it's garrisoned by about 2,000 men.
Now, are there any questions so far?
- Nebraska.|- There aren't any names on the table.
Where is this place?
For security reasons, we won't know|until we board the planes.
Then you'll be given maps with names,|places, locations. Any other questions?
If you don't mind, sir,|how do we get back?
We'll fly back. Two transports are going|to pick us up at an abandoned airstrip...
and fly us back to the base.
I'll ask Maj. Fitzpatrick|of the Burma Rifles to tell you more.
- Go ahead, Major.|- Thanks.
Two years ago,|shortly before evacuating Burma...
we had an occasion to construct|an emergency airstrip here.
It's still there, and the latest aerial|reconnaissance tells us it's still usable.
Following the action against the|radar station, your route of departure...
will be track "E"...
along here to the abandoned|airstrip at "R2" here.
To make sure that you hit the airstrip|on the nose we've assigned...
two Gurkha guides from|the Burma Frontier Force to go with you.
They don't speak English|to any worthwhile degree.
But they're extraordinarily familiar with|the terrain and the Burmese language.
I believe that you will find|them excellent guides.
- That's all from me.|- Thank you, Major.
The march from the radar station|to the airstrip will be a forced march...
that shouldn't last over 11 hours at most.
Here's the administration information:
No musette bags, shelter halves|or toilet articles are to be taken.
Each man will be issued|four D rations, two K rations.
You'll carry SOP ammunition loads.
You'll take two.30 caliber machine guns,|1,000 rounds of ammo per gun.
Each man will take six hand grenades.
You'll carry SCR - 536 radios,|one set of panels, four mirrors...
for signal communications.
That's about it.|Stations and HR will be announced later.
You'd better hit the sack early,|get some sleep. You'll need it.
Write your letters now. There's|no mailing service where we're going.
The chaplains of each faith|will hold services in half an hour.
That's all, fellows. Dismissed.
- You're Williams? American news service?|- That's right.
- Nice to know you. I'm Nelson.|- Glad to know you.
The colonel said you'll be at the briefing.|He didn't say why.
I don't think you'll fall on my neck|and kiss me when you find out.
But the fact of the matter is,|I'm going along with you.
Yes. GHQ said it was okay for one|correspondent to accompany the mission.
We drew lots for it and I won,|and here I am.
If you got the authority, I can't stop you.|But I ought to warn you...
it's going to be very tough.
Really? It sounded to me|just like a routine job.
It won't be routine,|not even for the kids who are trained.
I guess I can take it for a day or so.
All right. Let's go get your equipment.
Mr. Williams, it's your life,|so I'll give it to you straight.
This isn't a job for you,|it's a young man's job.
I'm not exactly decrepit.
Maybe not. Do you know how old|the colonel is in there?
Do you know how old|our commanding general is?
Young men, all of us. We've got to be.
Do you know why?|I'll give you two good reasons:
We jump out of planes,|and guys shoot at us.
This isn't exactly healthy,|unless you're young enough to take it.
Pardon my asking,|but how old are you, Mr. Williams?
That's a military secret. Wait a minute.|Let me tell you something.
You know what I did before the war? I sat|on a soft cushion in a pine-paneled office...
I gave orders, people jumped|and I made a bucket of dough per week.
Now I'm out here.
I came here as I wanted to be here.|Because I wanted to do what I could...
so the people back home would know|a little better what war is about.
I'm making no dough, Capt. Nelson,|and I may wind up with...
a bullet through my...
I know it isn't easy.|I didn't come here expecting it to be easy.
And you're not fighting this war|from behind a desk, are you? No.
I'm not writing it from behind one, either.
Okay, Pop. Maybe you're a little old,|but you'll do. Glad to have you with us.
I ought to be 20 years younger,|maybe in better condition.
When you get back,|you'll be in a worse state...
you won't be any younger,|I guarantee you.
- Sergeant, I got a customer for you.|- Yes, sir.
Everything from soup to nuts.|Complete jump outfit.
Ever jump before, Williams?
Yes. Several times.
Did you like it?
Doesn't bother me.
- Bothers me.|- Here it is, sir.
Thank you. There's something missing.
What's that, sir?
The jeep to carry it in.
Everything's set, Nelson.|Stations, 3:45 a.m.
Thanks. Thank you.
- Hello, sir.|- You'll haul us?
- Yes, sir.|- Swell. What time you got?
I got 3:25 a.m. On the nose.|That check with you?
- What time do we meet with our bombers?|- 50 minutes out.
- Hi, Sid.|- Hi.
This is Mark Williams,|the American news syndicate.
- I think you two know each other.|- Yeah. How do you do?
Meet Capt. Li, Chinese Republican Army.
How do you do, sir?
Better get your chute on.
The chute. Yeah.
Sid, I think you better take Capt. Li|and one of the Gurkhas with you...
and I'll take Mr. Williams|and the other Gurkha with me.
On the nose. Okay.
Good jump, partner. Take care of yourself.
You say you've jumped before?
- Several times.|- Didn't it bother you?
- What?|- Landing on your head.
- You're sticking it on upside down.|- That's funny. I didn't notice.
You would have eventually.
Get the lead out, you guys!|You're holding up the war.
- Keep your pants on.|- Soapy, give me a hand with my bustle.
Sure. If it doesn't work,|you can bring it back.
Times like these, I wish I were in the Navy.
If you was in the Navy,|I'd sell my war bonds.
As I was telling you about her. I says,|"Honey, this is love at first sight...
"as I only have a 10-hour pass."
Soapy, Hogan,|give him a hand with his chute.
- You going to jump with us?|- Got any objections?
It's your funeral, Pop.|Did you hear that? Grandpa's gonna jump.
He's off his rocker.|Like I always said, civilians got no brains.
I'll stick you behind the newspaper guy.
If he freezes, you know what to do.
- Give him the works.|- It's a pleasure.
All right, boys. Fall in, in this order.
Miggleori, 17. Jarod, 16. Brophy, 15.
Chedrees, 14. Schwartz, 13.
Helvicki, 12. Negulesco, 11. Hollis, 10.
O'Brien, 9. Hogan, 8. Rafferty, 7. Hooper, 6.
Rankin, 5. Higgins, 4.|Treacy, 3. Williams, 2.
You'd look silly|if you fell out of that thing in the air.
Okay, load up!
- Brother, I'm getting sick already.|- Take it easy, fellows.
Ready, boys? Here we go again.
Pass these maps out, Treace.|Pass them out.
So my sweetheart back home|writes to me...
and wants to know what|this gal in Bombay has that she doesn't.
So I just wrote back to her and says,|"Nothing, honey, only she's got it here."
I know what you mean.
Boys, after this war is over,|I might even make a jump.
If this trip gets a little rough for you,|there's a bucket back there. Use it.
Certainly is hot in here.
You'll cool off.|Just wait until we get up to 11,000 feet.
- Brother, you'll freeze your tonsils.|- 11,000 feet? That's over two miles.
We don't jump from there, do we?
No. Once we get over the Hookon Pass,|we come down to 300 feet to jump.
300 feet. That still seems a long way|from the ground to me.
No, that's close. The closer the better.
Less chance of getting shot at,|and more chance of hitting the right spot.
It still sounds very risky. Very risky.
...and as soon as we bury the chutes|we're shoving off.
Now remember, boys,|we can't tip them off we're in there.
So no shooting|till we hit the radar station.
- Do you get it?|- Yes, sir.
- How you doing?|- Great. Absolutely great.
Well, maybe not absolutely.
Don't worry about it.
Everybody sweats the jump out a bit,|no matter how often you do it.
Some pretty tough hombres|freeze right at the door.
- Really?|- You'll be all right.
Yeah, that's what the cat said|to the canary when he swallowed him:
"You'll be all right."
All right, fellows. Smoke up.
- It's on the house.|- Thanks, Captain.
Don't thank me.|I swiped them from the colonel.
Now I know I'm getting bumped.
- What's your name, son?|- Soapy Higgins from Flatbush.
- One of them bozos?|- That's right.
Got a match?
- Yeah, sure.|- Thanks.
Take it easy, Pop. There's nothing to it.
- Really? That's fine.|- Only one thing, though.
After we jump,|if we have to pick you up with a blotter...
where do you want the blotter sent?
To my mother. She collects blotters.
"George pulled out his gun and aimed..."
There's our bomber escort.|Right on time, too.
Those babies are always welcome.|Am I glad to see you.
Take it easy, pal.|You've been through this before.
Lay off, or I'll kick your teeth in.
Got the shakes?
I won't stick in the door.
- Don't worry about me.|- Who's worrying?
- Listen, Gabby.|- Yeah?
You're right behind me.
Just in case I should stick,|give me a little shove, will you?
If you go, you go by yourself.|I ain't shoving nobody through no door.
But you're my friend, ain't you?|Don't let me freeze.
If I stick, they'll kick me out, you hear?
I ever tell you about the time|I froze in the door in Fort Benning?
- You, sir?|- Sure. Oh, boy.
I think it was about my fourth|or fifth jump.
Anyway, about five minutes|before it was time to go...
I felt myself starting to get the shakes.
I got up to the door,|I wanted to go and I couldn't.
I froze just like a cigar-store Indian.
There I was, like that, looking down.
My brain kept saying to me,|"Go on. Jump, will you? Jump!"
Couldn't do it.
Finally, I got so sore at myself,|I said to myself:
"If you don't jump,|when I get you back on the ground...
"I'll drill a hole right through you.|Understand?"
I guess I got so scared|at the idea of shooting myself...
I jumped in self-defense.
Take it easy. Everybody gets|a little nervous in the service.
Have a cigarette. Would you like|a nice, stiff shot of bourbon?
- Yes, sir!|- So would I.
Ten minutes more, sir.
- Williams.|- Yeah? Excuse me, please.
I know you're an old hand at this...
but just to refresh your memory|here's what you do.
You hook this on up here, like that.
- You hang on to it till you leave the plane.|- Yeah.
When I say, "Stand in the door,"|you get in line behind me.
- When I go, you go. You got it?|- Yeah, I got it.
That's about all there is to it.|Step out with your right foot first...
like you're reaching for a bar rail.|Your static line will do the rest.
It'll open your chute for you.
When you get near the ground,|keep your knees and feet close together.
- When you hit the dirt, relax. Okay?|- Okay. Wait a minute!
- What happens if my chute doesn't open?|- You'll be the first one on the ground.
- Come on. Snap out of it, Mig.|- Yeah.
If anything goes wrong, give this a yank.|It's your emergency chute.
Good luck. Keep your chin up|and your strap down.
Sound off for equipment check.
- Eighteen okay!|- Seventeen okay.
- Sixteen okay.|- Fifteen okay.
- Fourteen okay.|- Thirteen okay.
- Twelve okay!|- Eleven okay.
- Ten okay.|- Nine okay.
- Eight okay.|- Seven okay.
- Six okay.|- Five okay.
- Four okay.|- Three okay.
Two okay, I hope.
Stand in the door.
Jump or we'll miss the clearing!
- Get some security out, Sid.|- Right.
- What's that?|- That's our diversionary cover.
If the Jap radar picked us up coming in...
a bunch of slopeheads|would've met us before we hit the ground.
This way they'll think our planes|are bombing their airport right now.
- Darn clever, these Americans.|- So far.
He's found a track.
- Mig, get the point out.|- Yes, sir.
Sid, you bring up the rear guard.
- I'll be just ahead of the first squad.|- Right.
Might be deep.|Mind getting your feet wet?
I jumped out of the plane, didn't I?
Jump in here.
Baker One to Baker Two. Come in.
Baker Two to Baker One. Go ahead.
Jap patrol coming this way.
Okay, Baker One.|Jap patrol coming this way, sir.
Baker One to Baker Two.|Jap patrol passed.
This is it. The other end of this line|is what we're looking for.
We got the sentries,|and Higgins spotted the station.
Here's the layout.
The radar's right in the center.
Over here is the radio shack,|and this building looks like the mess hall.
I think we got a break. They're all at chow.|Here's the plan, Sid.
Take your men and cover the mess hall.|Don't fire till they come out.
Then feed it to 'em.
Treace, take five men|and cover the radio shack.
I'll be on your left. You got it?
It's now 6:47 p.m.|We'll give them the works at 6:54 p.m.
That'll give everyone seven minutes|to get into position. All set?
- Check.|- Right. Let's move out.
- Good job.|- You said it.
Take your demolition team.|We'll blow everything as soon as possible.
- Treace.|- Yes, sir.
- Any of our boys hurt?|- No, sir, but we sure were lucky.
You're not kidding. Get local security out.
Demolition teams, front and center!
Gabby, take two men|and set some charges in the radio shack.
Sweeney, Hallit, do the radar.|You two take this building. Snap it up.
Come on, snap it up, you guys.|I got a date in camp with some Zulus.
Bet you got a room in your house for this.
I think so.
All set now, Chuck.
Right. As soon as we get clear,|give her the works.
Not too close together. Keep spread out.
I'd like to be up to my neck|in ocean about now.
What's the matter?
I was thinking of the time the Japs|caught us swimming in New Guinea.
You were laughing like an idiot and|all the time I was looking for my pants.
You were yelling,|"Take cover! Take cover!"
- You could have used a little yourself.|- I never did find those pants.
We've had a few laughs.
It would be swell if we could|take our next leave together.
Yeah. How about Frisco?|Shrimp, clam, lobster.
Yeah, and a steak smothered in chops.|Oh, boy.
It's the old strip all right.
- Hicks, you and Smithy look up that way.|- Yes, sir.
All right, dish out the Atabrine tablets.
Okay? Easiest war I ever been in.
What is it today, Hogan?
Chicken dinner with dumplings.|These are the dumplings.
What time are those planes|due to pick us up?
- Get a story, Mr. Williams?|- I got more than that.
I don't mind telling you gentlemen,|there were some moments there...
when I wished I was somewhere else.|Almost anywhere else would have done.
If you could be someplace else right now,|Charlie, where would it be?
I don't know. A football game.
How about you?
If I had my choice|I'd be sitting on a nice, soft stool...
in the National Press Club|in Washington, D. C...
surrounding a tall, cold bourbon and soda.
What? I didn't know newspapermen drank.
How about you?
A place you probably never heard of.|Cannonball Island in Central Park.
- Really? New York?|- Yeah, Schenectady, New York.
They have a central park, too,|with this island in the middle.
Sort of take your girl there|if you're real friendly.
Sounds all right.
- I have a lot of friends in Schenectady.|- No kidding.
Yeah. My column is syndicated there,|The Gazette. Your folks live there?
My father has a grocery store|on Crane Street, by the locomotive works.
- Really? Where'd you go to school?|- Union College.
I'm supposed to be a schoolteacher.|After the war I have an appointment.
History teacher|in Pleasant Valley High School.
That's fine. Your folks will get|quite a kick out of reading about you.
You mean all that stuff|will be in the Schenectady paper?
- Sure. You don't mind, do you?|- Heck no.
What do you know.|It's a small world, isn't it?
Yes, and it's getting smaller.
If only more folks back home|would realize...
Crane Street, Schenectady|runs all the way to Burma...
- this would be the last war.|- Amen.
All right, boys,|here's the pill that kills the chill.
That's a nice bunch of tombstones|you got in your mouth.
Sarge, come on.
- Sergeant!|- Hey, look. Atabrine.
A pill a day keeps the old doc away.
Throw some water on him.
What's the matter?
I thought I heard something.
Maybe they're not ours. Cover.
Army 27805. Army 27805 from Red Leader.
Calling Army 27805 from Red Leader.|Acknowledge.
Calling Army 27805 from Red Leader.|Acknowledge.
Hello, Red Leader.
This is Army 27805 saying go ahead.|Over to you.
Everything clear and ready to land.
Wind direction east to west.|East to west. Over.
Okay, Red Leader, we're coming in.
What kind of a job did you do? Over.
Perfect score. No casualties.
Got the radar station|and about 60 of the garrison. Over.
It was a picnic, eh?
All we do is fly around|in this broken-down birdcage.
Those guys have all the fun.
Any bad spots in the field? Over.
No, it's like a billiard table.|Even you could make a landing here.
Come on in.
Japanese. About 100 men|coming this way.
Ready to move, on the double.|Let me see your map.
Calling Army 27805.
Grab your stuff!|We're moving out on the double.
Don't come in. They're waiting for you.|We're getting out of here.
Gain altitude and leave.
There's about 200 Japs waiting for you.|We're moving out.
Look for us in two days|at map reference G-285906.
You get it? Map reference G-285906.|We'll be there in two days. Over.
G-285906 in two days.|Okay, Red Leader, got it. Over.
Tell the other plane|we're hightailing it out of here.
Put out a three-man recon.
Come on, snap it.
- Take me to Col. Carter.|- Yes, sir.
- And I came back as soon as I could, sir.|- All right, thank you, Barker.
- Make your report to Intelligence.|- Yes, sir.
Let's see. The action took place here,|and he was going this way to...
I hope he can make it.
- I'm sure he will.|- Yeah. I wish I were sure.
I just mean knowing Nelson,|I'm certain, that's all.
I'm sure he can make it|to G-285906 all right.
It's the rest of it I'm worried about.
The closer he gets to home|the thicker the Japs will be.
The Chindwin river|is lined with them like fleas.
- You sound as if he's going to walk out.|- How else do I get him out?
Why do you think I'm sweating it out?
There isn't another airfield between us|and Nelson that isn't swarming with Japs.
I can't get him out by plane.|He's got to walk out.
That's 150 miles.
Yeah, 150 miles with Japs|lining the whole way, waiting for him.
Oh, brother. This is a wonderful war.
Couldn't they cut an airstrip in the jungle?
With 36 men? It could take weeks.
The Japs|wouldn't leave them alone that long.
- They can't walk out. It can't be done.|- Maybe not.
That remains to be seen.
Let's get a cup of coffee.
Ten-minute break, Treace. No smoking.|Salt tablets, everyone.
- Take it easy on the water.|- Yes, sir.
Ten-minute break. No smoking.|Easy on the water.
Me, I crave action.
You can't expect to find a Jap|behind every tree.
- Personally, I like them in front of trees.|- Better take your salt tablets, men.
Come on, Pop. Snap out of it.|Open up your mouth.
This salt's like a shot in the arm.|Worst is yet to come.
I find that hard to believe.
Hard to believe, he says.
You should have been with us|at New Guinea.
That was a war.
- This isn't exactly a clambake.|- I don't go for this. No, sir.
Who does? You guys ain't alone|in this muck and mire.
- Hello, muck.|- Hiya, mire.
The way I figure it is this:
Military science|is a different kind of science...
consisting of tactics.
Maybe you can figure out|how we'll get back to the base.
There is the question that interests me.
- We'll get back, all right. Don't worry.|- Don't make sense to me.
Swamps, jungle, rivers, flies, fleas,|beetles, bugs, snakes. It's monotonous.
What'd you expect to find in a jungle,|booze and babes?
- That ain't a bad idea.|- Look at Williams.
You don't hear him beefing,|and he's an old man.
Where'd you get that "old" stuff?
Can't judge terrain from a map, anyway.
It'll be tough both ways.
What do you think?
- Sounds good to me.|- I think it's best.
Close in, fellas. Close in.
Here's the situation.
Somebody switch that motor off.
That guy can go to sleep on a clothesline.
I don't have to tell you that we're behind|that well-known eight ball.
The Japs are cagey.|Plenty cagey, and they're looking for us.
Unless we can outsmart them,|they're gonna find us.
The last contact I made with the planes...
I told them to meet us day after tomorrow|at map reference G-285906.
That's about 30 miles from here.
But I don't know how many miles|that we can travel in a day.
There's no way of telling|through this kind of stuff.
There's two practical ways we can go.
But again, I don't know which is the best|and which is the fastest.
We're going to split up into two groups.|Lt. Jacobs will take one group.
I'll take the other.
That way, if one group hits trouble,|the other has a chance to make contact.
Is that clear?
Good luck to all of us.
Capt. Li, you better come with me.
- You, too, Williams, you come with me.|- Thanks.
You're gonna have a longer story|than you thought.
I'll make a novel out of it.
you better take Gurkha Habeda with you,|and the other radio.
Try to keep in touch as often as you can.
Well, I'll be seeing you.
Take care of yourself, pal.
Hollis, I'll bet you a K ration dinner|we get there first.
Okay, Gabby, it's a deal.
Sweeney, mazel tov.
- How you doing?|- Pretty good, sir.
All right, sir.
- Try to contact Lt. Jacobs again.|- All right, sir.
Baker One to Baker Two.
We've reached the rendezvous.|Where are you?
Baker One to Baker Two.
We're reached the rendezvous.|Come in, Baker Two.
Hello, George. Baker One calling.
this thing only carries|two and a half miles.
- Guess they aren't in range yet.|- Sure.
Sure, I guess he...
He must have run into some tough jungle.
- Try him again.|- All right, sir.
Hello, George. Baker One calling.
Baker One to Baker Two.|Come in, Baker Two. Baker One calling.
Army 27805 from Red Leader.
Calling Red Leader.
Keep trying.|They're down there somewhere.
Army 27805 from Red Leader.|Acknowledge.
- There it is.|- Where?
Calling Army 27805.
Calling Army 27805 from Red Leader.|Acknowledge.
Hello, Red Leader.
Hang on, here's Barker.
This is Army 27805, saying go ahead.|Over to you.
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