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Radio : Yesterday, December 7th 1941, the day which will live
in infamy…
Mike : ...in the near future, and possibly beyond. There's been a change of
plan, lads. As you may or may not know, the Japs bombed Pearl Harbor yesterday.
Frank D. Roosevelt asked each of us to do
our part. The Chelsea's been commissioned to serve in the United
States Navy, to repair, salvage and to rescue. Anybody doesn't wanna go to war,
now's the time to say so. Once you set foot on that
boat, you're in the Navy, friend.
Mayes : I've been meaning to talk with you, Mike. My wife's doing poorly. I'd
like to maybe see her one more time.
Mike : You're free to make
your way home any way
you come, Mr Mayes.
Sailor A : If he's leaving, who's gonna cook ? Food poisoning is one of the
leading causes of death at sea.
Sailor B : Right after inadequate safety equipment.
Benjamin : I can cook, captain. Been doin' it all my life.
Mike : Yeah, I knew it. You're a little too old for war, Benjamin. Ah, what
the hell. I'll take any man who wants to kick the shit out of Japs and Huns.
That's it! Back to your gear. We're going to war, gentlemen!
Benjamin : She had left a note. She wrote "It was nice to have met you." And
that was it. It wasn't the war any of us expected. We just towed crippled ships.
Scraps off metal, really. If there was a war, we didn't see it. There was a man
assigned to us. The Chief Gunner loved the Navy. But most of all, he loved
America.
Smith : There is no other country in the world! When you spell A.M.E.R.I.C.A,
you're spelling freedom.
Benjamin : His name was Dennis Smith and he was a full-blooded Cherokee.
His family had been Americans for over 500 years.
Smith : These pacifists. They say they won't fight on conscience. Where would
we be...if everybody decided to act according to their conscience?
Sailor C : Keep it down, would you chief!
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