Operation Pacific

I hope they get here 'fore daylight.

- Sure glad to see you, sir. - Here's what held us up.

Oh, a baby. Gee, he's red.

'All new babies are red.'

Oh, Sister Anna, Sister Felicia, this is Mr. Caldwell.

We have a couple life rafts.

We'll get you all aboard the Thunder.

If you'll step this way please.

Sister Anna, if you'll go with Mr. Caldwell

and three children with you, please.

And the other sister, will you come with me please?

- You know Jonesy, sir. - Yes, I know Jonesy.

And I'll give him about one more minute.

Mr. Caldwell, what have you got there?

It's a baby, captain.

A baby?

Well, where is Commander Gifford?

He's in the next boat, captain.

What do you got there, Jonesy?

A souvenir, sir.

'You were ordered to avoid trouble.'

Oh, it wasn't any trouble, sir.

Uh, natural causes. He tripped over me.

I couldn't leave him, sir.

You said not to let the Japs know we were here.

Hey, this fellow's breathing.

Well, stub him under a tree where

he'll be quiet for a while and let's get out of here.

Aye, aye, sir.

All ahead, standard.

Pile it in there, Cookie. These kids look mighty hungry.

Tell them they can have all the seconds they want.

- Alright, here we are. - I don't like milk.

- Oh, sure you do. - 'Be sure to blow on it.'

Ran for the tree seeing the fox was right behind him.

So he goes up the tree..

Okay. Here, sister.

Bless this boat and the crew, oh, Lord

and the gifts that we are about to receive through thy bounty.

Amen.

Landing party report, huh?

Yes, sir, I hope I got everything in there.

It should be. Five pages.

You think the captain will like it?

I'm sure he will.

I can tell you exactly

what he'll say in his patrol report.

What, sir?

"Special mission accomplished."

Yes, sir.

- Oh. - Hey, put me down!

Children, children, come, come. Be quiet. Quiet, quiet.

Come, come, come.

Oh.

Pass the word, main induction closed.

- Flood negative. - Flood negative.

- Release air. - Release air, sir.

Green board.

Pressure in the boat.

- Hold at periscope depth. - Hold at periscope depth.

- Radar report. - 'Several targets.'

'Bearing 0-47 degrees true.'

Distance to center of formation?

'Two six thousand yards.

Close ship in formation, bearing 0-40 degrees.

- All ahead, full. - 'Steady on course 3-2-0.'

'All impulses, steady on course 3-2-0.'

- Commence the plot. - Aye, aye, sir.

Up scope.

'Bearing Mark, 3-5-8.'

'Range, Mark, 2200.'

Carrier.

Repeat.

It's a jackpot, sir.

We can fire anytime, sir.

Stand by to fire all tubes.

Stand by to fire all tubes.

Baby!

'Kids!'

- I'll get you. - I'll get you.

Watch those children. Hey, grab that kid!

Here, sonny. Sister Anna.

Better get these kids out of here.

Number one fired.

'Number two fired.'

Torpedoes exploded halfway to the target.

- Mr. Caldwell, take over. - Aye, aye, sir.

Sister Anna, we better get these children out of here.

- Come on. Quick, quick. - Take her down fast.

Hurry it up!

Don't let the big bad destroyer get you.

Rig for depth charge. Rig for silent running.

Hang on, Sister Anna, it may get a little sticky.

Don't mind that, kids.

Take a look at Butch.

After five special missions, we line up a submariner's dream

and what happens?

Torpedoes explode halfway to the target. Take over, Duke.

'No power on diving rudders. Shift to hand power.'

'Hard dive. All ahead, full. Level her off.'

Leak in forward torpedo room.

- Is there anything we can do? - Just spit teeth and cut!

Sorry, sister, didn't see you.

That's alright, go ahead. I'll spit teeth.

Sound?

Listens like he kept right on going after the convoy.

Mm-hm.

No more propellers.

He's gone.

Gone, huh?

They must have rolled that one off a sailboat.

Well, sister, how'd you..

Mr. Caldwell, remind me to write a letter

to the builders of this boat.

'Aye, aye, sir. What did you wanna say?'

"Dear builders...thanks."

- What's for chow, Cookie? - Creamed rubber gloves.

- Creamed what? - Rubber gloves.

There's a rubber glove in one pan

and there's milk in the other one.

'Well, I'm a monkey's uncle. Who ordered that?'

'The exec.'

- It's hot. - Fine time to tell me.

Good.

And this is where my brother came in.

Come on, Butch.

'Feedbag.'

Some things kinda crowd a man, don't they?

Those nuns, wonderful, just wonderful.

Never a whimper out of them.

Some of them walked 40 miles..

...clear across the island right through..

...jungles and the Japs and..

...nothing to protect them but a...string of beads.

And the kids..

We couldn't carry 'em all.

They didn't understand, so they'd cry.

We couldn't let 'em cry 'cause they'd give us away.

And that baby.

The mother didn't have a chance.

But the kid

he pops into the world, we spank him on the bottom

and wrap him in a blanket and let's go.

'He's a game little guy.'

You ever hear from Mary Stuart?

Nope.

Did you know she was in Honolulu?

I heard it in Brisbane.

I liked her.

I married her.

I never saw two people start out

with so many things go on for 'em.

Army Navy games

parties at the Bellevue Stratford

hops at the academy

graduation.

'Hats in the air...wedding in the chapel, honeymoon.'

And then the submarine school.

Cold, wet winters at New London.

Sea duty.

No home, no leave.

It takes more than that to cause a split up.

When a gal like Mary Stuart marries into the Navy

she signs on for that stuff.

Not for what I dished out.

The eager beaver.

I was at sea on a volunteer mission.

Making test runs with that new sonar equipment

when my son was born.

Five weeks later, I was down 240 feet

trying to get a line around the Squalus when he died.

Like you say..

...some things kind of crowd a man.