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Well, there's a part of it here, only a small part. I'll take a look at this. Yeah. Uh-uh. The obituary column is sure sign of old age. As soon as a guy starts treating you... Not the obituary, as you clown that little piece at the bottom of the page. Oh, this one? Uh-uh. Yeah. Yeah, I see. Very nice. Very nice. You finish it? Sure. Now, let's see. What are we going to eat? What do I think of it? What do I think? Nothing. Steve, look, the world is full of screwballs. This is nothing. I got a tip this morning about some team up in Stanford of what a million-volt x-ray machine for a sick horse. Can you imagine that? You don't understand, Joe. I know this guy. All you do? We were in the same outfit during the war. We were in the 7th transportation. Headquarters company. Right outside of Shelburne. Frank and I were both. You checked that oil filler, Steve? Yeah, it's okay. You about finished? Almost. I'm going to have another look at that right rear fender. I think I can tap that dent out. I'll give you a hand with it, Frank. Ah, you can take off, Steve. I'll finish it. Only take a couple of minutes. Come on. You'll miss the six o'clock truck to town if you hang around. I'm not going anyplace, so it doesn't matter to me. All right. If you say so. Thanks, Frank. I got six pants. Jelly, jelly, six pants. I got six pants to last me all my life. I got six pants to... Hey, what's going on? Who's there? It's me. I'm sorry, Corporal. Come on out of there before I... I'm sorry, Corporal. I was only... You're a kid. All right, Shorty. What do you think you're doing? You know you're not allowed to hang around here. No, I'm not, sir. I just enjoy watching the men work on the vehicles. The vehicles? Ain't that an exhibition, so shove off. I do know a lot about automobile, sir. I could help if you'd let me. Nothing, though, and bait it. I could polish them up a bit. I'd not be in the way, Corporal. What's the matter, Shorty? You don't understand English so good I said bait it. Yes, sir. I'm going. The body was back the next day. And the day after that, and the day after that. And finally, Frank got tired of chasing him. Hand me that wrench, Shorty. Yes, Corporal. I'm going. What? The wrench. The wrench. Let's go. I ain't got all day. Yes, sir. Is this the one, Corporal? Yeah, that's a ticket. Oh, just tighten this... Wait. Yeah, how's it look? Smashing. Very good indeed. Smashing, eh? Yes, sir. What's your name, Shorty? Tommy. Okay, Tommy. My name is Frank. Hey, that's a bus bomb. What's a doodle bug, all right? Cut up a one here, it cut out. Babies. It must have landed in Barringham. They're getting closer all the time. They were inseparable after that. The American couple and the skinny little English kid with ears that stood away from his head like two great question marks. We got kind of used to seeing them eating, laughing, or working together. All right, Tommy, that wheel's cleaning up. Let's sit down for a while. I'm not tired, Franky. I'll finish it. You're scratching all the good stuff off of it. That's enough. Boy, I'm beat. It's really clean now, isn't it, Franky? I don't know. I can't see in this miserable weather. Look at that fog roll in with you. A bit mucky, isn't it? Lousy soup. It is lousy. Watch your language. But, Franky... Just watch your language, that's all. Yes, Franky. We have weather like this in New York. Come on, Tommy, do we? Well, I don't know. Not even for a joke. We don't have this kind of miserable soup where I come from. No. No, I'm sure you don't. Yeah. Come, chum. Thank you very much. Yeah, get fat. Take two pieces. All right, then. I will. That's the stuff. Yeah, I always just... Yeah, let me open it for you. How's that, huh? It's delicious, Franky. I really do like it. A great beer. You're a riot kid. You're going to be the death of me. Franky, what's the matter? Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry, Franky. Oh, where you at, you? You look like my grandfather. Try and eat a porterhouse steak without teeth. On his gum chewin' racket, you got to take it easy. Smooth and easy. Yeah, watch. See? Easy enough. Like this? That's it. Yeah, chew, chew. That's his stuff. Good. Am I doing it right now? Perfect. Chew, chew. Up, two, three, four. Up, two, three, four. Tommy fell into the GI routine as though he was born to it. He was friendly to most of us, but it was plain to see that it was Frankie idolized. And it was Frank whose company he enjoyed most. Franky boy is here. How've you been, Frank? It's kind of late. It's nice out. I thought I'd take a little ride on the bicycle. You ride the kid home? Yeah, I rode him home in a handlebars. He only lives a couple of miles down the road. Yeah, you ought to hear him. He hangs around at those bars for dear life, with Steve chattering like 60. Every time I make a turn, he says, Good go, Frankie. Charlie, good go. I'm telling you that kid breaks me up that time. You really took a shine to him, didn't you, Frankie? Oh, he's a terrific kid. You know something, Steve? I never saw such a smart kid. Oh, he's bright all right. Bright? That kid can turn a motor as good as any mechanic on this base. Let me know about that. Come on, you're exaggerating. I'd like to bet you a month's pay on it. I was telling you, Steve, the kids are genius. If he listens, you can tell you what's wrong. I'm sick and tired of hearing about that little limey of yours. Sit down and listen. Like I was telling you, Steve, this command car came in yesterday with a boner. How come you're such a limey lover all of a sudden, Frank? Why don't you mind your own business, Chuck? I'm not bothering you. I don't like limey. And I don't like limey lovers. So what am I supposed to do, following a tent? You're supposed to stop the wires cracking, because if you don't, the first thing you know, I'm going to lose my temper. You're asking for it? You're a limey loving jerk. I'm going to hit you so fast. You think I'm rubbing you? Any time at all, Fatso. Just say the word, and I'll take you apart like a cheap wife. Come on, knock it off, you guys. You're getting all worked up up enough. No, no, just keep out of it, Steve. This blimp thinks he's going to tell me what they're doing. He's got another thing coming. I don't have to take that from him. You take anything I feel like this, you know? And if I hear another crack out of you, I'm going to belt you once, so watch your step. Oh, you're so rough. That's it. Put them up. All right. It wasn't much of a fight. They threw a few punches, and while Frank was game, he was out of his class. He had to spot Chuck four inches in height and about 60 pounds. We separated them as fast as we could, but not before Chuck had landed a nice right hook to Frank's eye. In no time at all, it blossomed into a real shiner. It wasn't a very serious injury, but it did make it necessary for Frank to do a lot of explaining. You see that, Tommy? You see those two little scratches under my eye? I do. That's where they switch at a flashlight. I mean the torch. Hit me. You see them, huh? It is a nasty bruise, all right. Well, a bunch of guys. I'm telling you some bunch. No consideration whatsoever. No sir. What happened? Well, I don't get me wrong. I'm not telling them when to go or when to come back. That ain't any of my business. And I don't care if they come back drunk or sober. But when they tip my bed over and drop their flashlight, I mean my torch right on my eye at 3.30 in the morning. Ah, it's too much. I mean, how far can you go? I am sorry, Franky. Say you like that, Tommy, my boy. It takes all kinds to make an army, I always say. It will take but a couple of days before it gets better. I know. I had a Shiner once myself. You did, eh? Well, I hope the other guy had two of them. Okay, Tommy, enough chatter. It's chow time. Let's go chow-chow. Chow-chow? Ah, then laddy, up you go on the bicycle handlebars. And we're off. And you'll look sweet upon us. Today, Tommy, we're going to catch one of those things. Yes, sir, they can't keep missing forever. They're blind, Franky. Hey, where were we? Oh, yeah. Upon the seat of our bicycle belt for two. And so we became part of our life. The English kid with a little blue cap and the big ears. And while he became a sort of mascot to the whole outfit, there was a special devotion that existed between him and Frank. An odd attraction that none of us understood or bothered to analyze. It was just there, that's all. You are listening to the proud that we hail production One Man's Laws. We'll return in just a moment for the second act. But first, as I promised at the beginning of the program, complete details on the new Reserve for You training program. 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Well, I suppose you've heard many stories like this, haven't you, Joe? Yeah, it's a nice yarn, Steve. But you know, soldiers, they were always getting involved in situations like that. Look, come on, what do you say we order something to eat? I got $2.30 a point. Wait a minute, wait a minute. I'm not finished yet. Oh, right, oh, carry on. The BuzzFarm attack got much worse after that. Uh-huh. But we learned to live with it. They came over mostly at night and in the morning. Aside from that, life went on pretty much as usual. Frankie. Yeah, that looks pretty good. Now just a few more licks, it'll be as good as nothing. Frankie. What'd you say? Well, Frankie, my mother told me to ask you if you could... What are you yelling for? You think I'm deaf? The trouble with you, Tommy, is you got no manners standing around yelling at the top of your lungs. But Frankie, the amulet... Not another word, no excuses. I got ears, you know. Yes, Frankie. Not then. Like a little gentleman. But wasn't you wanted to tell me? Mother told me to ask you the tea tomorrow evening. Tea is tea indeed. What do you know about that? Frankie Valentino invited to tea. You will come, Frankie. Why, uh, you tell Mater that I will be delighted. Now let me see, what am I gonna wear? Well, Frankie got all shined up and went to tea. He joked a great deal about it, but we all knew he was very happy to go. Did you care for another cup of tea, Corporal? Ah, thank you, Mrs. Findlay. I would, yes. I am sorry we don't have any coffee. The Americans prefer it to our tea. Oh, no, Mrs. Findlay, this tea is delicious. I mean, I really like it. Here you are then. Thank you very much. I, um, want to thank you, Corporal. I want you to know how much I appreciate your interest in Tommy. Oh, don't thank me. Tommy does a terrific job for us out at the base. Don't you, Tommy? Oh, I tell Mom that I do lots and lots of work, but she thinks I hang around and get in the way and all. Not at all. As a matter of fact, we were talking just the other day about how Tommy ought to have some kind of rank and pay for what he's doing. He never gets in the way. It is nice of you to say so. He does love to go out to the camp. I'm afraid he's a lot like his brother was. He was very fond of motorists, too. Brother? I didn't know he had a brother. Tell me how come you never mentioned your brother? Jack was killed in Burma last year. Oh, I'm sorry. Yes, they were always tinkering with some kind of motor, Arthur. I remember when they had Mr. Hutchison's lawyer dismantled right behind the garage. I'd been growth of here in Shelburne. Well, they worked on it and worked on it till it ran as good as new. Mr. Hutchison was delighted. Oh, that's why Tommy knows so much about motorists, runs in the family. You know, when I was a kid, I was exactly the same. I could tell you every detail about any car on the road. Jack was the best mechanic in the whole army. I'm sure he was, Tommy. Jack wanted to be an engineer. That was his ambition. I expected he would have been quite good at it too. What about you, Tommy? I shall be an engineer, too. And a good one, too. I'd bet my last dollar on that. Corporal, I must say I feel much better now that I've spoken to you. I did rather worry that he was under foot most of the time and, well, pretty much of a nuisance. Ah, don't give it another thought, Mrs. Finley. You want to know what the boys really think of Tommy's work? Yes, I would like to know. They were horsing around, talking about it. One guy finally came up with the right description. He said Tommy was England's answer to our land lease program. How about that? I think I'll stop fretting about him. He seems to be in good hands. You know, to be truthful about it in the beginning, I thought he was going to be a pest. And I used to chase him off the base myself, right, Tommy? You did indeed. Then I got used to him. Now, just about everybody's gotten so they like to have him around. And it was true. Tommy had a way of getting under your skin and working his way into your affection. A shy, quiet way to be sure, but it sure was effective. I remember one day we were cutting down a set of fatigues for him to wear. That's still, will you, Tommy? But it takes so long. I got a fit. What do you want to do? Trip and break your neck? They fit very nicely. Quiet. I'm in charge of this detail. What do you think, Steve? That's long enough. Yeah, they look fine. OK, I'll mark them. So, there. And there. All right, I'll take them off and I'll sew them up. Off a mow. Off a mow. Hey, what about Stripe? He's got a whole some kind of rank. Make him a sergeant. How about a master sergeant? Oh, no, not to do one. I never met one yet who was human. Oh, please, Frankie. I'd like very much to be a master sergeant. Please. Well, have it your way. So, now you're a master sergeant. All right, you guys. I want this cereal pleased up, and I mean now. You get it? You see what I mean? A born first sergeant, just like I told you. On the double. On the double. The stripes look OK about here, Frankie. Ah, maybe a little... You've made those stripes, will you? I've been watching you guys long enough. You keep out of this, Chuck. You're not going to push me around again. You're holding them crooked in the first place and they're too low. I don't know what's the matter with you guys. Hey, hey, come here. Tommy, give me Tommy. Hold still a minute, will you? I thought you... Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, that's better. Sure. Look how you're sewing a pants with Pete's sink. If you don't know how to do it, say so. Don't botch up the job. A doodle bug. It's a dusty trail and those caissons go rolling along. Oh, no. The bombs I can take with that singing. That's too much. What are they doing? Putting pilots and those things? Now they're getting closer all the time. They're beginning to irritate me. All right, let's go, you guys. Let's go. It was like a welcome home. Frank never mentioned Chuck's former attitude or his change of heart, but he seemed to rejoice in it. That's for Chuck. He became as fond of Tommy as the rest of us were. And when it happened, it was he who told Frank the news. We were at breakfast in the mess hall. Oh, boy, did you hear that one go off this morning? I swear, I tell you, I thought it was right in my footlock. Yeah, it was a beaut, all right. What time would you say it was? Well, about 8.30. I watched him out of it and knocked you out of the sack. I was up before you, white guy. Somebody's going to have to sit down and talk to them, crowd shut with downright inconsiderate. Yes, sir, that's what it was. Oh, there was a cranky. Chuck, Chuck, you're green around the gills again. How many times do I have to tell you that six bowls of oatmeal, a mess kit full of powdered eggs, nine pieces of toast, and eight cups of coffee is too much for breakfast, huh? Frankie, listen, you know that bomb? Don't talk to me about it. I want to enjoy my breakfast. No, thanks. It hit that little tool shed behind headquarters garage. That means we're going to have plenty to do today. Listen to me, Frank. Somebody was in the shed. Something? No, no, no, none of the boys. Oh, you had me scared for a second. It was Tommy. Tommy? But it couldn't. You were out of your mind, Chuck. It couldn't be Tommy. I mean, no, no, no, no mistake, Frank. I went out myself. I saw him. It was Tommy, all right. But that's crazy. Tommy? Yeah. I guess he heard it cut out and he thought he'd be safer there. Gee, I'm sorry, Frank. I don't get it. Don't make sense. I just don't understand. It all took a pretty bad time. Tommy was a wonderful kid. But on Frank, it had a different effect. He didn't grieve outwardly. It was a small, subtle change. As though a part of his spirit had died. I decided to have a talk with him about it. Hello, Steve. Hi, Frank. What do you say we go into town tonight? Oh, thanks. I think I'll hang around a barrack. I've got a few things I want to do. Ah, come on. We'll have us a couple laughs. They got a dance on to Red Cross. Ah, some other time, Steve. Look at Frankie. You can't keep this up. You have to snap out of it. Why do you break on my back? Why'd you snap out of it? It's because I don't feel like going on a crummy dance. No reason you've got to give me a big speech about it. Now, come on, Frankie. There you are, Steve. It's four months, Frankie. It's enough. Yeah, I guess you're right, Steve. I don't know what it is. I just can't get it through my head. Can't believe it. Even now. Well, things like that happen in a war. You've got to get used to it. That's all. I think of it. I get all mixed up. Don't understand it. What do you mean? Well, I like the kid. You know that. Well, okay. But I don't think I like them more than some of the guys I grew up with. Some of them died too. Even my family. Remember when my uncle Pete got sick and died? I sure did love that guy, and I'm ashamed to say it, but they didn't feel as bad then as I do now. Yeah, I don't know the answer. Maybe because it's so crazy. Maybe that's why I can't accept it. No, I know it's hard. Can't think of it enough. Maybe if he was older, do you think that would have made a difference? I guess so. What I mean is with the older ones, you know, all the friends and relatives, it was a pattern, a reason to get older. Things happen. We get sick and die. You'll understand that. But this, this is what gets me. A bunch of crowd scientists get together and figure out this terrific gimmick, the bus bomb. So I set it up on a ramp, launch it. It flies a path of smoke, fire, and terror right across the channel. Ah, Frank. Frank, what's the use of rehashing? No, no, no, wait, no, wait. And then it lands. Explosion shakes the earth. It's terrific. Now what's the big deal? What did they accomplish? They knocked off a skinny little English kid with big ears. Tommy. I mean, does that make any sense? None at all. I guess that's what throws me. Sounds so crazy. Now you'll get over it, Frank. It may take a while. Six months, maybe a little more. You'll forget all about it. Maybe so. Who knows? He seemed to forget about it after a while. Maybe he was just a little quieter than he was before it happened. I can't be sure. For purposes, though, he was a nice friendly guy. One of the nicest guys I met in the Army, as a matter of fact. We were discharged from Dix together. Now, whenever I drive through, I stop at the garage he owns, and we shoot the breeze for an hour or so. Yeah, I'm sure he forgot about it. You know, we had the same kind of a deal now, but when we were in France. We had a kid we called Xiaohan. Well, this kid he used to... Hey, hey, Steve, wait a minute. Let me see that newspaper again, will you? Yeah, I should. Read it. Yeah, let me see. Where was it, sir? Yeah, here it is. Mr. Frank Valentino of Ozone Park, New York has donated $10,000 to an English college. The Portsmouth Academy for Scientific Studies for the purpose of establishing the Thomas Findlay Scholarships in the School of Engineering. Well, I'll be... You see, Joe? Frankie never did for you. High school seniors, here's an important message for you. The United States Army's Reserve for You program will guarantee you a classroom seat in an exciting Army technical career course before you enlist. You'll get top-notch training on the job experience while serving side-by-side with America's finest young men. The choice is wide open and it's yours to make. High school graduates can choose from more than 100 interesting career courses that range from atomic technician through welding. A fact-filled booklet called Reserve for You tells you about the entire program. Get in on the swing. 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