Well, we had a little weather, sir,
but the target area had cleared off just long enough...
- for the 918th to clobber it good. - That's fine, Frank.
- What about the recall? - Recall, sir? What recall?
Never heard it.
- Must have had radio malfunction. - I see.
- Let's get up to your office, Frank. - Yes, sir.
- The bar's open, Harvey. The boy's really earned it. - Yes, sir.
[Pritchard] And you think I'm going to buy a quick Persian rug...
about a radio malfunction?
And I suppose you'll tell me next the weather was just bad enough...
- you didn't see the other groups turn back. - Yes, sir.
You've got no right to gamble like that. Not with my money.
It isn't enough that I have to hold still while you graft...
an inspector general on my rump.
I've managed to live without inspector generals for 20-some years.
And don't think you can justify this by the fact that you got away with it, either!
No, sir. I didn't hear a thing.
It must have been radio malfunction.
- Do you mean you're going to stick to that fairy tale? - Yes, sir.
There's one more thing you might as well know, sir.
The 918th got through today, and bombed the target when nobody else did.
And if Providence ever drops into my lap,
another chance like that to give this group the pride it ought to have in itself,
I may have radio malfunction again, sir.
And there's one more thing.
I'm asking you for a commendation for this group,
for their aggressiveness, skill and courage...
in reaching and bombing a target under extremely adverse conditions.
And you don't need to mention their leadership, sir.
All right, Frank, you'll get it.
And maybe someday I'll send you one for leadership, I don't know.
- Got somebody around here that can take dictation? - Yes, sir!
- Mclllhenny, bring a book and pencil in here. - Yes, sir.
Come on. Hurry up. Hurry up. Hurry up.
Relax, Harvey. Mission accomplished.
[Men] #Poor little lambs #
# Who have lost our way #
#Baa, baa, baa #
- What do you make of it, Harvey? - I don't know. I can't make it out quite.
They're pleased about the commendation, I think, but...
they're not celebrating the way kids ought to.
It's not normal.
- #Baa, baa, baa # - No cries for Savage for President then.
I don't know.
Get ahold ofJesse Bishop.
- Tell him I'd like to see him in my quarters. - [Engine Starting]
- Smoke, Bishop? - No, thank you, sir.
I wanted to talk with you, Bishop,
- because I know you'll level with me. - Yes, sir.
I wish you'd try to tell me what you're feeling.
- Right now. Right this minute. - About what, sir?
The transfers. The fact this group showed the rest of them how it's done today.
Whether you're proud of that.
Sir, I don't think I have any right to speak for the rest...
Then, don't speak for the rest of them, just you.
Well, sir, that's hard. L...
I don't know how I feel.
That's... That's kind of the trouble.
What is?
Well, the... the whole thing, sir.
Everything.
I can't see what good we're doing with our bombing,
and all the boys getting killed.
Just a handful of us. It's like we...
We're some kind of guinea pigs,
only we're not proving anything.
You've got to have confidence in something.
And then, when you find something you've got confidence in...
then everything changes.
It just doesn't make any sense, I don't know.
I just want out.
Well, do you think it'll be any better in another group?
It isn't a question of that, sir. I don't want to fly anymore.
I want to transfer to another branch.
Doesn't it mean anything to you that we hit the target today with no losses?
Yes, sir.
I suppose so... in a way.
But I just want out.
Well... that's a...
pretty tough request...
from a Medal of Honor man.
Sure, we're guinea pigs, Jesse.
But there's a reason. If we can hang on here now...
one day soon...
somebody's gonna look up...
and see a solid overcast of American bombers...
on the way to Germany to hit the Third Reich where it lives.
Maybe we won't be the ones to see it. I can't promise you that.
But I can promise you that they'll be there...
if only we can manage to make the grade now!
I'd like to believe you, sir.
I just don't have confidence in anything anymore.
Well...
Iooks like I'm choppin' and no chips are flyin'.
It's easy to transfer out of a group, Jesse.
It's pretty hard for a man to transfer out of his obligation.
But then every man has to play it the way he sees it.
- Well, good night, Jesse. - Good night, sir.
- How is it going? - Beats me.
The inspector's got every pilot on the base in there. Gimme a cigarette.
- You want a light too? - I have only the habit, Lieutenant.
[Door Opening]
Well, they're still at it, sir.
You know, Harvey, you're gonna make a silly-looking second lieutenant.
Want some advice from your lawyer, sir?
Don't ever give up the case before the jury comes in.
Don't kid yourself. We've already had it.
Well, so what? What's so bad about the Pentagon building?
- Good food, cocktails every night. - [Door Opening]
Well, sir, that was short and sweet.
Yeah, I'll bet it was.
Well, you might as well unpack, General.
The I.G. Didn't even get to make a good opening speech.
Bishop started it, withdrawing his transfer. He really went to bat for you.
Wilson followed, and the rest of them just climbed aboard.
Left the I.G. With nothing to do but pack up his hatchet and go home.
[Chuckles] Well, what do you know?
Where's that briefcase of mine? I had it a minute ago.
I knew those jokers couldn't buck you forever.
They finally realized they had a chance to hit the target...
and get home when you were up front leading.
Well, they better not count on any one man.
Don't want to make that mistake again.
You know, General, it wouldn't be any mistake...
to cut loose with a few three-day passes to London.
Sort of, uh... a pat on the back.
I see what you mean. Kiss and make up, huh?
You kiss them, Joe, for shedding their diapers.
And while you're at it, tell 'em we're going to work now...
and try to build some leadership around here.
And when it comes to counting on me,
tell 'em that you're gonna lead the next one.
And it better be good. And tell Bishop he's gonna lead...
and find out what it feels like to carry the load.
I want this group combed for every man who shows signs...
of being able to lead a mule to water.
And I want every one of'em to have a crack at it.
You're out from under those second lieutenant bars, Harvey,
so don't just stand around with your thumb in your mouth.
Let's get back to work.
What did he have to burn three feet off my tail surface for?
- Tough man, isn't he? - There's such a thing...
as carrying this business of being iron-tailed too far.
Yeah, he's-he's pretty iron-tailed.
He'll never feel things about the group the way Keith Davenport did.
And nothing's going to start eating holes through him.
- He's too tough for that. - There's also such a thing as being human.
You know something, Joe? The only difference between Frank Savage...
and Keith Davenport is that...
Savage is about, uh, that much taller.
I don't get it.
- [Chattering] - Hey, Joe, how come you ain't leadin' this one?
You been a bad boy?
You know Joe, he only leads the milk runs. This one must be a doozy.
Come on, Joe, where we goin'? Pull back that curtain. Give us a peek.
You'll wish I was leadin' it. You're gonna love this one.
Attention!
Rest!
Gentlemen, this you'll be interested to know.
Intelligence informs us...
that the German aircraft industry has been converted...
almost entirely to the production of fighter planes for defense,
and that these fighters are being withdrawn from the Russian front...
to beef up the defense on this front.
Looks like they must have heard about the 918th.
And this morning we have a mission of some importance.
- For the first time... - Germany!
You said it.
- Wilhelmshaven. - [Men Repeating] Wilhelmshaven.
For the first time we're going to be hitting a target on German soil.
I'll lead the group on this one.
Bishop, the High Squadron. Holloman, the Low Squadron.
- All right, Joe. - Stations: 0700.
Start engines: 0710.
Taxi: 0720.
[Teletype Clattering]
Got a cigarette?
They're heading in, Major. We just got a reading.
- How many? - I don't know, sir.
Here they come. They're approaching the field.
[Engines Droning Overhead]
Nine.
- Fourteen. - Fifteen. Sixteen.
- How was it, sir? - It was rough.
- They were waiting for us. What's the count? - Two missing, sir.
It looked like four, but O'Neill made it to the RAF field at Lincolnshire.
Gately ditched in the Channel. Air-Sea Rescue picked 'em up.
- Two wounded but not bad. - Well, that helps some.
- Let's get up to interrogation. - Yes, sir.
Mclllhenny!
Yes, sir!
- Were you in my ship? - No, sir.
That is... Yes, sir.
- Who authorized it? - No one, sir, but I been checked out as a gunner,
and I just had to make the big ones.
I won't have ground personnel jeopardizing the safety of the aircraft.
Maybe it'll help you keep your feet on the ground...
if you take those stripes off again.
And this time you'll stay a private.
- Get up to interrogation. - Yes, sir.
I want a critique of the mission first thing in the morning, Joe.
Looks like we might stand down a few days with the weather.
Maybe we're ready to give 'em a breather.
- Peel out some passes for London. - Yes, sir.
General, I got to talk to you about Sergeant Mclllhenny.
- What about him? - You're busting him. That kind of makes things complicated.
- What's complicated about that? - It's the precedent, sir.
I mean, we'd have to bust Captain Twombley too.
The Padre? What's he got to do with it?
He stowed away, too, with Bishop.
They were over Wilhelmshaven before Bishop found out.
He heard the parson praying on the interphone...
while he was firing the left waist gun.
[Sighs] Well, now I've heard everything.
I'm afraid you haven't, sir.
I, uh, might as well give it to you in one slug.
No thank you, sir.
Harvey Stovall and Doc Kaiser flew as waist gunners with Klein.
I guess the whole ground echelon was someplace on this one.
- Any of'em hurt? - Don't think so, sir.
There's one more thing about Mclllhenny... kind of awkward.
He's just been credited with two F.W. S destroyed and one probable.
A born gunner, I guess.
- Did you know about this, Joe? - No, sir, I didn't.
- I hope you don't think l... - All right. All right.
[Savage] Twombley! Stovall!
Come over here.
Well, you're pretty proud of yourselves, I suppose.
- Well, let me tell you... - I was hoping the general wouldn't go into this right now.
I think I'm suffering from combat fatigue.
Harvey, I'm gonna weaken just this once,
and I'll probably live to regret it.
But you got the bulge on me. I can't bust everybody.
But it's with the clear understanding that your combat days are over.
An old fud like you ought to know better.
I won't be put in the spot of having to write that letter to your wife.
You, Padre. Your business is sin.
Hereafter, you'll confine your activities to that theater of operations.
Is that clear?
Yes, sir.
Did you hit anything up there, Harvey?
Well, sir, my glasses were frosted over some,
but I think I got a piece of one.
Ours or theirs?
Mclllhenny, I heard about those two F.W.s.
- Put the chevrons back on, Sergeant. - Yes, sir.
And if we're gonna keep having these ups and downs,
- I suggest you get 'em with zippers. - Yes, sir!
- [Man] When are they due back? - [Man #2] Any time now.
[Engines Droning Overhead]
Call the tower. Get a count.
- Tower. - Tower.
- What's the count? - Twenty back. One missing... 3-9-7.
We lost one... 3-9-7.
Lieutenant Bishop, sir.
All right. Thanks, Sergeant.
Junker 88s, and FW-190.
- Uh, what direction were they comin'in? - Oh, they... Mostly head on.
See any chutes open?
No. Jesse caught a direct burst right over the target.
They... They didn't have a chance.
He was a swell kid, and one of the best pilots in the group.
- He would have to get it. - One crew...
It could've been much worse, Joe.
- What about battle damage? - Everybody caught plenty.
- More coffee, General? - General... - Coffee, Captain?
No, thank you. I tired to reach you on the phone to tell you about Gately.
Well, what about him? Did he get hit today?
No, sir. But right after he landed, he folded up... passed out cold.
I guess I should have made an examination before,
but he didn't report any injury when he ditched in the Channel the other day.
I've seen his X-rays. He has a crack in the lip of the vertebrate body.
- Painful? - Incredibly.
And he's flown three missions with it.
- A fractured spine? - That's about what it amounts to.
I've put him in traction.
Gately...
Okay, Doc.
Thanks for letting me know.
- Now, I'll have that coffee. - Fine.
Anybody in particular you'd like to see, sir?
Oh, no thanks, Lieutenant, just looking around.
You go right on with what you were doing.
Yes, sir.
Well, looks like that's gonna cut in on your crap shooting, Dwight.
Yes, sir. It's costing me money.
- How long they gonna keep you in here? - Doc said ten days.
- Well, you let me know if I can do anything. - Thanks, General.
What do you say, Birdwell?
- They got all that flak out of you yet? - Just about, sir.
Doc didn't need no mine detector to find it, neither.
You getting enough chow?
Oh, just livin' in the tall cotton, sir.
- Well, how you feeling, Ben? - I'm okay, General.
I was sorry to hear about your bad luck.
Thank you, sir.
Well, I see Doc didn't waste much time...
Oh, excuse me, Ben.
That's pretty sensitive, huh?
That's okay, General.
Go ahead and sit down.
Oh, I'd rather stand. [Chuckles]
I've been piling up more sitting time than flying time, anyway.
Hey, what kind of a gadget is this...
part of the Wright Brothers' first airplane?
Looks uncomfortable enough.
Uh, help the back any?
Relieves the pressure quite a bit, sir.
How long, uh, Doc say you're gonna be laid up?
A few weeks, sir.
- Is it pretty painful? - Not much, sir.
All right. I guess you don't feel much like talking...
That's okay, General. Go right ahead.
Um... Ben...
Yes, sir?
L-I was just gonna say, uh...
Anything you want? Something I can send you?
Not a thing, General. I've got everything I need.
You just let us know if you do need anything.
Thank you, sir.
I, uh... I'm gonna drop in across the hall.
I'll be seeing you, Ben.
Looks like I'll have to rate you a "class-A" customer, Colonel.
I just learned you're something extra special.
Gentlemen,
this mission has been handed us by the Combined Chiefs of Staff.
It is a target of critical importance,
which will require a deeper penetration than any we have made...
far beyond possible fighter support.
If we can attack and destroy it,
we will have proved daylight precision bombing.
This is the one we have been waiting for.
With the limited equipment we have,
it will probably take three trips to carry enough bombs...
to the target to destroy it.
I needn't tell you you'll have to help plan these strikes...
down to the last pint of gas,
the last pound of load,
the last second of time.
All right, Colonel Davenport.
There it is, what we're after...
ball bearings.
We've found that almost the entire German production of ball bearings...
is concentrated here.
Without ball bearings, the entire German armament industry...
will slow to a halt.
Wish I had something stronger for you, Frank, but I haven't.
If we bring this one off, things are likely to pick up fast.
I think we may get three or four whole new groups thrown at us.
Growing up, huh?
How soon can you turn loose down there and come back up here and help me?
- Well, that's, uh, kind of hard to say, sir. - Why?
On paper, the group looks fine now.
The leadership's the problem, always has been.
Haven't you got the personnel? Want me to transfer you somebody?
There's nothing wrong with our personnel.
L-I lost Bishop and Holloman.
Cobb's okay, so is Gately, but he's just out of the hospital.
Takes time to know.
- How long before you figure you will know? - I don't know that one, either.
How can you be sure? How do you know what you're pushing Gately into?
How do you know we didn't send Bishop just that once too often?
- I'm the one that's down there and... - Frank!
You're swinging after the bell.
Tell me something, will you?
What was the name of the man you relieved?
Who, Keith?
What was his trouble? Do you remember?
You're not propping them up too, are you?
Take a good look, Frank.
Do you think that?
It would be natural enough,
the things you go through with a bunch of those boys,
working your way out of the hole with them.
It's hard not to let them get under your hide.
And the one thing I've noticed on the record lately...
you've been flying more missions rather than less.
Look, General, I'm the one that's got to shove them up there.
And until I know they're ready, I'm not about to turn 'em loose.
All right, Frank. Make it as soon as you can, will you?
- You bet I will, sir. - You tell me when?
- Yes, sir. - Good luck, Frank.
Bring me back a ball bearing.
And as a personal favor, try to keep yourself in one piece, will you?
Well, that seems like a reasonable request.
- Good night, sir. - Good night.
- Keith. - Yes, sir.
I want the files on the air execs and the operations officers...
in all the groups with recommendations on those...
who might be qualified to take over a group in an emergency.
- Anything special? - No. Nothing special...
- just checking, but keep it to yourself. - Yes, sir.
Thanks.
- Tail wheel. - Locked. Light off, sir.
Brakes.
Over Splasher Beacon nine, navigator.
- Set course for combat wing assembly line. - Roger.
Tail-gunner, let me know...
- when the other groups tack on to me. - Roger.
Uh, Savage to crew.
10,000 feet. Go on oxygen.
From now on, we're registering on the enemy radar screen.
The Luftwaffe's already warming up for us so watch your chatter.
Let's not tell 'em any more than we have to.
Navigator to Commander.
Departing English coast on course, on time, sir.
Savage to gunners. Okay to test your guns.
- Uh-huh. - [Teletype Clattering]
Yeah. Again.
- Pick them up yet? - He's got the Air Ministry on the scrambler now.
Yeah, say it again.
All right. Thanks very much. I'll ring you again.
"Your aircraft are approaching the enemy coast at 24,000 feet.
"D-D-l-4-B, our intercept station, reports...
"the largest enemy fighter reaction we've recorded.
"The enemy control is ordering down units from as far north as Denmark...
and as far south as Jafue Five."
Mm, here's the new wrinkle.
"The Hun ground controllers are instructing their pilots...
to ram your aircraft if necessary."
Navigator, do you estimate we've crossed the enemy coast?
- Yes, sir. We sure have. - [Flak Bursting]
Change course... 15 degrees left.
Heads up, everybody. The flak's quit.
Look out for fighters.
Four F. W. S, 10 o'clock level, climbing.
Clock 'em. Coming up on the other side.
Don't yell on the interphone. Be specific.
- How many? Where? - Eleven F. W. S, three o'clock.
[Savage] On your toes, High Squadron. Low Squadron, here they come 12 o'clock high!
Watch it, Cobb. They're heading for the High Squadron.
[Machine Guns Firing]
Birdwell got a direct hit, sir. He's going down.
Two squadrons of M.E. S climbing at 12 o'clock, General.
I see 'em. There's six more, nine o'clock level, about a mile.
Gately, move that Low Squadron forward still more.
Able to Baker and Charlie Force Leaders.
They may fake a side attack to cover the real attack out of the sun.
Watch out for mass attacks, eight to ten abreast.
More comin'around from one. Watch 'em, Eddie. Watch 'em!
I got one! He's bailing out.
Confirm that, right-waist.
B- 17 droppin'out of Low Squadron in trouble.
Keep an eye on him, left-waist.
Two men bailing out.
Three more. They're on fire.
Save your ammunition. We got a long way to go.
Shorten bursts. Don't waste rounds.
B- 17 out of control, three o'clock.
There goes another Charlie. He's spinning in, sir.
Navigator, did we make up that two and half minutes yet?
Yes, sir, we... Watch that F.W., Vince!
...doesn't shift any more, we'll be okay at control point seven.
Here come three more. Close it up tight.
[Explosion Rumbles]
- Savage to crew. How bad are we hit? - Right-waist to Commander.
We're hit bad, sir, in radio compartment. On fire.
Well, get in there and see what you can do about it.
Rest of crew, hold your stations. Let's settle down.
Bombardier to Commander. Flak at 12 o'clock level.
Well, we can forget about fighters for a while.
Able to Baker and Charlie Force.
Change of plans. Start your bomb run from Halstuben. Acknowledge.
Charlie Leader. Wilco.
Baker Leader to Able Leader.
We'll be bombing in a bad crosswind. Secondary target looks clear.
Able to Baker. No dice. We'll hit the primary.
Repeat. Your new I.P. Is Halstuben.
Roger.
- Halstuben dead ahead, sir. - Pilot to bombardier. Center the P.D.I.
- P.D.I. Centered, sir. - Pilot to bombardier.
You're flying the airplane now. It's all yours.
- [Whirring] - Bomb bay doors open.
[Bombs Whistling]
We clobbered 'em good. Right on the button! We're headin' for home.
Tail-gunner, how's that formation back there?
Baker Force reassembling okay. Charlie Force is strung out bad.
F.W. S attacking the stragglers.
Able and Charlie, we'll give you a slow turn to the left.
Cut across and get back in formation.
Cobb to Commander. We'll be turning over a heavy flak belt, sir.
Can't help it, Joe. Better than leaving those stragglers to the fighters.
- That is roger. - [Explosion]
Direct burst, sir!
Bail out, Joe! Bail out!
Jump, you guys! Jump!
[Sighs]
Well, Keith, welcome to Operation Stovall.
Glad to see you, Frank. How does it look for tomorrow?
Can't tell yet. Lots of damage.
- I'm sorry aboutJoe. - Well, that's the way it goes.
- Any more on the weather, Ben? - Looks okay, sir.
Good. Looks like all we got left to do is go get it done.
The old man was mighty pleased with the results, Frank.
Well, he ought to be. From the strike photos,
it looks as though tomorrow might wash it up if we're any good.
Did you know he went on the mission today?
- No! - He slipped into Curt May's plane.
I don't think Curt knew till he crossed the enemy coast.
[Laughs]
So the old man's stowing away these days, huh?
I wish I'd have known it. I'd a crowded 'em...
- a little closer to that flak at Frankfurt. - [Chuckles]
- How'd the other boys make out? - A little rough.
But they'll put up the maximum for tomorrow or close to it.
- Good. - "The maximum."
Maximum effort.
Are you drunk, Colonel Stovall?
I am a little. I...
believe I warned the general that it might happen again sometime.
Well, what do you know.
Keep it going till tomorrow night, and I'll join you.
I believe I shall, sir.
Sometime I think Harvey drew the worst end of the racket.
Just sit here. Watch 'em come and go.
Fill out all those stinkin' papers.
[Stovall] That is not why I am drunk tonight.
I got drunk because I am confused.
I was thinking, which is a thing a man should not do,
and all at once I couldn't remember...
what any of them looked like.
L... I couldn't see their faces.
Bishop, Cobb. Wilson, Zimmy...
all of them.
All of you. They all looked alike. Just...
one face and...
It was very young, and it confused me.
I think I shall stay drunk...
until I'm not confused anymore.
Stay with it, Harvey.
But if you guys want to carouse some more, you're going to have to go someplace else.
- Good night, sir. - Good night, Ben.
Good night, Keith. Boy, am I gonna sleep tonight.
- Good night, sir. - Good night, Colonel.
Guess it's about that time.
Good luck, Frank.
[Gately] Good luck, Frank.
Good luck, sir.
What's the matter, sir?
I don't know.
- Are you sick, sir? - Arm... something's wrong.
- It won't work. - You want me to take it?
No. Tell, uh...
Tell... Tell Gately to take it.
Yes, sir. He'll take it.
Get hold of Doc Kaiser. I'll take the lead ship.
- Where's my oxygen mask? - Fra... Frank!
Frank. Come on, Frank!
Come on. Get in theJeep.
Frank! Frank, are you sick?
Stop it! Stop it!
- Where's Keith? - I'm right here, Frank! It's okay! It's all...
[Savage] Call the tower! Where's...
Where's Keith?
[Savage] Can't make it!
We can't go!
We can't send 'em out there again!
Stop them! Stop them!
Stop them. We can't make it! Stop them!
Cigarette, Frank?
How about a smoke?
- What do you make of it? - State of shock.
Complete collapse. Everything let go at once.
Can't you give him a hypo, Doc? Something to knock him out, put him to sleep?
No. In his present condition it wouldn't be any good.
He's somewhere up there with the mission.
When they get back maybe he'll let go.
I hope.
It's screwy. I wouldn't ever have figured it could happen to him.
I did. I watched him sweep his feelings under the carpet long enough.
It had to spill out someday.
But I never saw him more full of fight than he was at briefing.
Did you ever see a light bulb burn out,
how bright the filament is just before it lets go?
I think they call it "maximum effort."
[Ticking]
[Phone Rings]
Colonel Davenport.
That's fine. Thanks very much.
The strike report, Frank.
They hit the primary okay.
Gately reports results good.
They clobbered it, Frank!
Frank, try and listen to me.
I know what you're feeling. I know just what you're feeling.
You think you blew it. What do you expect of yourself, Frank?
Look.
Look, I saw something in those kid's faces at briefing this morning.
Something I never put there.
You were gonna make 'em grow up, remember?
Well, they were this morning.
You think you aren't up there with them?
Look, you're riding at every crew station and in every cockpit.
That's right, don't listen to me.
Just sit there and do it the hard way.
Tell yourself a hundred times a day that you blew it.
Make yourself believe it. Take it to bed with you!
Eat your guts out till you're all hollow inside! Don't let anybody help you!
[Bomber Engines Droning Overhead]
They're back, Frank.
Six. Seven.
[Engines Roaring Overhead]
Eight. Nine.
Ten.
Piccadilly Lily.
[Davenport] Eleven.
Twelve. Thirteen.
- Fourteen. - [Bombers Zooming Overheard]
Fifteen.
Sixteen.
Control tower.
- Tower. - You got a count, Captain?
Twenty-one dispatched. Nineteen returned, sir.
The boys really did it today.
Nineteen.
They made it.
Nineteen of them.
- Who led? - Ben Gately.
Is-Is he back all right?
Yes, Frank, he's back.
I'm kind of tired.
I think I'll... go to sleep for a little while.
- [Men] #Don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me #
#Anyone else but me Anyone else but me #
#No, no, no don't sit under the apple tree #
# With anyone else but me Till I come marching home #
# We're poor little lambs who have lost our way #
#Baa, baa, baa #
- # We're little black sheep who have gone astray # - #[Fades]