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It's meditating. It's not going to do him any good.

I find their philosophy fascinating.

Something happens to you that you have no control over.

We dove our planes into the target.

To assure victory.

You're not God!

Are you the one who promised to be wouldn't I? You sure am.

You don't have the kind of control over my life, over my Karma.

You are the divine wind!

It's mistakes that get pilots killed.

If you go up thinking you're going to die, you will.

We are poor little lambs Who have lost our way.

But...

He known to the Marines simply as Padre John,

refused to be evacuated,

and continued to lift the spirits of battle-weary

Marines with his presence and prayers.

Armed only with faith, Padre John could always

be found where the fighting was the thickest,

joking with the men they're holding services from the back of a Jeep.

General Jason A. Maxwell, who commanded the

Marine invasion, said of this Irish-born American,

There were many brave men on the canal,

but none braver than Padre John.

Wherever you are, whatever dangers you face,

the prayers of America are with you.

God bless you, Padre John.

80 pounds, 80 pounds, Sarge.

I told you 110.

It's not possible, Sarge.

It's just not possible.

You know, you ain't going to be worth being, you don't put some weight on them bones.

I've been eating bananas like you said, Sarge.

I just can't gain any weight.

I ain't never had that problem.

I know, Sarge.

You trying to tell me something, boy? Oh, no, Sarge.

No, I'm a Sarge.

Excuse me, Sarge.

Could you tell me where I might be able to sign Major Boyington?

He's over the spot. Get him up plain, shut the...

I think I got the idea, Sarge.

Told you to talk to me like that.

Watch, I think I tapped cover.

I've got them.

More zigs coming in at 3 o'clock.

Forget the zigs.

We're after the bombers.

Somebody tell it to one on the canal.

Thanks, Pappy.

Pappy?

It had been the same mission, chapter and verse for a week.

Australian coast watchers would spot enemy bombers coming down the slot,

and we'd scramble.

G-2 said they were trying to hit Espritos Marcos.

Since Vela Lacaba was in their flight path,

we were the first line of defense.

If they broke through us,

flying dutas on Espritos would take them on.

So far,

we hadn't needed the help.

The bombers are turning back.

I'm coming in.

They're running.

We'll let them go.

They've had it for a day.

It seemed pretty stupid to waste all those bombers

and crews just to shake up our rear area brass.

But then maybe the Japanese knew something about Espritos.

We didn't.

We were lucky to know what was happening on our own island.

Take the new hospital the CBS were building on the north side of Lacaba.

If Dottie Dixon hadn't told us about it,

we'd still be in the dark.

As it was, there were some unanswered questions.

Anyway, I bet they're gonna need at least 50 new nurses for that hospital, huh?

50? Line 500!

You're fantasizing again, Robert.

If you guys don't start concentrating on approach,

you're gonna be fantasizing from a hospital bed, not concentrate!

Power lines!

Hide! Everybody go hide!

There's power lines on final!

There's power lines on final!

Hey, you okay? I don't know.

How do I look?

Like an army electrician.

Hey, Micklin!

What meat had put these power lines on the end of the runway?

Huh?

Some idiot strung a power line on our approach!

Well, them CBS were down after you took off.

CBS, huh? Casey! Let's go.

We're gonna pay a little visit to those CBS on the north side of the island.

Yes, sir!

Power line at the end of the runway?

Not anymore, there ain't.

Are you all right? Yeah.

Sarge, I think I've moved all my electrical gear out.

That's all right, Lieutenant. They'll have my boys get right on it.

The main thing is, you're okay.

That sounds a little gross.

Five bombers are operating at the limit of their range.

There is not enough fuel for evasive action.

When the American fighters break through our cover, we have no choice but to return.

The Imperial Staff has no interest in excuses.

Anything less than total destruction of these objectives is unacceptable.

Perhaps if we had additional bombers.

We do not have additional bombers.

It was a... a foolish request, sir.

Sir, if I may.

If we were to load our zeros with bombs,

instead of the auxiliary fuel tanks,

I believe we could successfully fight through the American planes to the target.

With all due respect, Lieutenant,

it's unlikely you would have enough fuel to return.

And even if you did, your zeros do not carry

enough bombs to set up successful patterns.

One plane would be enough if it made a direct hit.

Such a hit would require a miracle.

Not if we dove our planes into the target.

That would be suicide.

No, sir.

It would be a necessary action to assure victory.

It would be...

doing our duty.

Go on, Miraguchi. I'm interested.

First, I suggest...

diversionary bomb attacks on the American base at Arabella.

Sorry, sir. The area is restricted.

Do I look like the enemy's son? No, sir.

What does that say?

Major Boyington, United States Marine Corps, sir.

Yeah.

Now remove the barrier and let us see him.

I'm sorry, sir.

But I can't do that unless you have written authorization from fleet headquarters.

Major, if you want, I'll try and get Commander Billings on the fuel farm.

I want.

A major Boyington for you, sir. He's in charge

of those flyboys on the south side of the island.

Commander Billings, what can I do for you, Major?

For me, nothing, but you can save yourself a

trip to the dentist, which you're gonna need,

the next time you string wire across my runway.

Those power lines were constructed within military approach limits?

Well, that may be so, but I didn't know they were there.

Well, that was an oversight, Major. You should have been informed.

I haven't been informed of a damn thing since you've been on my island.

With all due respect, Major, this isn't exactly your island.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some work to do.

You said it wasn't my island.

Yes, sir. No, sir.

Nothing like a cold soda after a hot mission.

Well, how'd you get the name Black Sheep?

They were gonna call us Boyington's men.

They're legitimate kids.

You've seen a war department that didn't

think that'd look very good on the dispatches.

That's when Patrick came up with the name Black Sheep.

Which means the same thing.

I don't want to see if you just told me.

I'll be happy.

He said this wasn't my island.

Well, it may not be my island, but it sure as hell isn't his.

All right, where's Betty?

Where are all the girls?

Can I introduce you to Chaplain John O'Reilly?

Major?

Greg, welcome aboard, Padre.

Black Sheep been treating you all right?

Oh, the modern generous, uh...

Well, this doesn't exactly clench an Irishman's thirst.

Well, would you like a beer or some wine?

We got some scotch.

Oh, beer, come on.

Hey, T.J., make that two beer, please.

Good girl.

Uh, you know, the boys, uh, they're kind of young.

They just used to soda pop, isn't that right?

That's right, Pappy.

But at least you could let them put their pin-ups back.

I came here to raise them around that loader.

Hey, hey, yeah!

Well, put up the pin-ups.

Hey, Pappy, the spritos just radioed in,

and they're sending over a new replacement pipe.

A replacement pipe?

According to headquarters, one of us got killed in action.

Who? Anderson.

Hey, hey, Pappy!

I didn't feel anything.

Sir, we don't need a replacement because Anderson isn't dead.

According to the War Department, he is.

What do you want me to do, sir?

You want me to shoot him to keep the record straight?

All right, Boynton, apparently there's some mistake.

If you say he's alive, he's alive.

Well, thank you, Colonel.

There's one more thing.

Uh, do you know how much longer the C.B.'s are going to take

to finish the hospital because they're starting to get into our hair.

Well, how do I know? I don't run the C.B.'s.

Did it ever occur to you to take a bribe down there and ask?

No, sir, I never thought of that.

Well, you might give it a try.

Oh, by the way, General Moore asked me to tell you

you're doing a hell of a job keeping the bombers back,

and all of us here on the spritos appreciate it.

Well, sir, we know how important happy hour is at the officer's club.

We wouldn't want anything to spoil it.

Thank you, Boynton.

Is this yours, Don? Oh, yeah.

My mom sent me these scenes a while back.

Looks like you have a green thumb.

Oh, no, that's a fungus infection.

I got to get Dottie to look at that.

You know, actually, this is nothing compared to the one I got back home.

Now, there is a guard.

Well, I'm impressed with this one.

I noticed from your records you're a Catholic.

I was baptized.

Ah, you're a sprinkling Catholic.

Sprinkled at baptism weddings.

And death, Padre.

Yes, and death.

Well, is there anything you'd like to tell me, any problems?

Well, you know, Padre,

I don't mind fighting them up there.

Yes.

But when their bugs start eating my vegetable garden, I get steamed.

How do you get rid of these Japanese beans, you know, Padre?

I don't know what it is.

Tell them it's Fritos, Padre.

The mud marines are taking a real pasting on Monday.

They want to know how soon you can be there.

Well, tell them I'll take the first available transport.

As soon as I finish my work here.

Yes, sir.

What worked?

Did he burn all that out?

Shorted out there.

I was wondering why his formation plan was getting so sloppy.

You'll have plenty of time to catch up on his reading on the ground.

Ain't no way I can get that mess fixed in less than a week.

A week, huh? That's too bad.

Cheers, Sergeant.

Uh, at ease, gentlemen.

Haven't you ever seen a lady officer before?

Oh, yes, Sergeant.

Well, get this thing out of here.

You forgot.

Yeah, I forgot.

Well, your boys didn't.

They already took my nurses down to the beach.

And I don't think we should leave them there on chaperone.

Why not?

Because boys will be boys.

Dottie, you know my boys.

My boys are like cop scouts.

Sure.

With lethal sex drives.

Dottie, I think there's someone you should meet.

Padre Johns, Lieutenant Commander Dottie Dixon.

It's a pleasure.

Nothing?

Padre? Come on, John.

Let's go to the beach.

How long are you gonna be with us, Padre?

How long is it needed?

The beer holds out.

Well, the common must be pretty tame after Guadalcanal, huh?

Well, I'm sure boys die here, too.

None of I can help it.

Well, you can't stop death.

Yes, I can.

Hey, listen, you two.

We're supposed to be on a picnic here.

Yeah, you're right.

Where'd you say you were from, Dottie? Milwaukee.

Oh, well.

I used to buck for the holder.

That's why I broke my nose.

I broke it more than once, matter of fact.

Keep going!

Throw it!

What do you say we run up to the other end of the beach?

The view is much nicer up there.

Uh, T.J., why is the view better over there?

Uh, the water's bluer.

The coral's pinker.

The sand's whiter.

Besides, there's nobody else up on the other end of the beach.

Just you and me?

Just you and me.

Let's go.

All right.

I think I'd rather stay here, T.K.

That's right.

Oh, boy.

What are we gonna do?

Uh, the Hindus have done it for hundreds of years.

It's simply a matter of purification of your mind and your body.

And then just lower your conscious level than to your impervious to pain.

Oh, oh, it's kind of a trick.

The ignorant mind, that which it does not understand and calls chicanery.

Yeah, well, this ignorant mind,

it's got 50 bucks that says you can't walk across

those Poles without charcoal in your little tussies.

50 dollars.

50 dollars.

You have a wager, my friend?

Bob, those coals are hot.

No, they're not, Lawrence.

They're ice cubes.

Cool, soothing ice cubes.

You are nuts.

Boy, he's crazy, but I got 10 bucks to say he can do it.

You got it.

What's he doing now? He's breathing.

Shut up, he's meditating.

He's not gonna do him any good.

Brilliant, Robert.

What nitwit challenged him to do that?

I guess my conscious level wasn't quite low enough.

I'd like to render you unconscious.

How is he?

Just singed, but I better put some burn ointment on him in case.

Okay, Swami, you're grounded.

Boy, I'll take his plane.

It looks like a headed 3 Arabella.

How many?

10 bombers, no escort.

No escort?

That's what they said, Major.

Okay, climb to Angels 8.

The heading should be 0-2-9-er.

Hello.

Hello.

I don't think I've ever heard anything quite like it.

Well, thank you. Thank you.

I found a sheet musical we took over the island.

It was a little difficult transposing it to clarinet.

I think probably it was originally meant for a cotto or even a samison.

After the canal, I...

I find it hard to imagine a Japanese soldier

playing anything quite so delicate and beautiful.

Are you at all familiar with the Japanese religion or their philosophy?

I have a feeling I'm not as familiar with them as you are.

Oh, well.

I've learned to speak a little Japanese and read some.

I've collected all the books they left around here.

I find their philosophy fascinating.

For instance, their belief in Karma.

Have you think about it?

Makes pretty good sense.

If something happens to you that you have no control over,

it's simply your Karma.

Now, if you accept that you cannot change it,

and just flow with it,

you're at peace with yourself.

It's rather a beautiful thought.

You're trying to convert me, Bob.

No, not you.

Maybe me.

Glad to see you preserved the integrity of my arrow plane.

Yeah. Well, I'll never complain about being 5'8'' again.

Look at this. You'd be lucky you weren't here, Bobby boy.

You'd be wearing that 20mm right between your ears.

Run that by me again.

He was doing what? Fasting.

After I saved his feet, I checked him over.

Greg, he's lost 15 pounds.

Did he say why?

To purify his body and soul.

I gave him some APC and forced some fresh juice down him,

but until he starts eating solid food, that's it. He's grounded.

Maybe that's what he wants.

Thanks, Daddy.

Pilots of the Asahi Squadron.

Listen carefully to what I have to say.

We have flown repeatedly against the enemy without success.

The next time, we shall not fail, nor shall we return.

We shall dive our fighters into the enemy target,

assuring victory for Japan.

Such a mission cannot be ordered.

I need volunteers.

You do your country great honor.

We have two days to prepare.

Our bodies and our minds.

Namu amida butsu.

How are the feet? They're fine.

Look what I got.

It's the Guinea hen. French found it in his garden.

Daddy told you.

Yeah.

It won't work.

What, this?

This is the first fresh meat that's been around here in months.

You don't eat this. You're crazy.

Greg, I want you to know that I'm not doing this.

I mean, fasting and everything just to get out of flying.

Whatever the reason, that's the result.

I'm going to die.

No, I am. I am.

We're all going to die eventually.

No, Papi, the signs are everywhere.

Look, first I get listed as killed in action, and then ball goes up in my corsair.

Now, if I'd have been in that cockpit,

that 20-millimeter shell would have bisected my cranium.

This 20-millimeter fist is going to bisect

your lip if you keep talking like that, Bob.

Yes, you can do that.

But when I come to, nothing will have changed.

Can you understand that?

No, I don't understand how people can sit around

and talk about dying, even if they're 110 years old.

You're not going to die.

Not while you're a black sheep.

You can't make that kind of promise to me.

Yes, I can.

No, you can't.

How can you? You don't have that kind of control over my life, over my Karma.

Oh, yes, I do.

You do? I do.

Last chance.

Otherwise, I'm going to eat it all by myself.

Um, what could I just... Oh, yeah, we'll go ahead.

Just a... just a... leg.

Um... Karma, huh?

You want a beer to go in there?

Oh, just to wash it down.

Yeah. Okay.

There is, Kira.

Ah, it will be a beautiful sunset.

May I share it with you?

It would be my honor, sir.

You are troubled by the mission.

Sir, I know you think I don't want to fight.

I saw it in your eyes.

It is understandable you are young,

and the thought of dying and never seeing your loved ones.

It is difficult.

I will do my duty.

I know.

We are samurai.

Hai!

Kira, this war will not go well for Japan.

Sir, Japan is fighting.

We are winning now.

But America is industrially stronger than we.

Six months, by U.S.

the most, Japan will be fighting for her life.

The Americans will amass naval armada to strangle

our homeland, and we shall not have enough ships.

Or planes to stop her.

Unless... Do you know the legend of Issei?

The wind god who destroyed the invading Mongolian fleet in 1281.

Only another such divine wind can save our country.

And we shall be the ones who created it.

The example we set on this mission will be repeated.

I'm convinced of that.

It is our come.

A thousand years from now,

they will sing of us as the gods who saved Japan.

Think of it, Kira.

We shall be gods.

We shall be the divine wind.

They're up to something, General. I can feel it.

What do you feel is hungover?

Hangovers go away, sir.

I've felt this ever since they started sending bombers down the slot.

Trying to hit us here? No, sir.

No, I don't think so. I think they're up to something else.

Well, what?

Guadalcanal is out of their range.

There's no ammo dump on Bella Lavella's out of their range.

The carriers, they're a Pearl refueling.

The only thing worth hitting with so many bombers is the spritos.

These are good. You want the other half?

No, thank you, sir. The one they give up.

Well, you pushed them back five times in a row.

I never stopped them before.

And another thing, General.

Every time they hit Arabella, it's small and without fighter cover.

And when we intercept, they run.

No, sir, they're not after Arabella.

And they're not after the spritos.

They're after something else. That's only a diversion.

Well, what the hell are they after?

I wish I knew, sir.

Better than the last gate.

Hey, come on.

Just come on, really?

Get on up there.

Hey, Padre, I hope you're not collecting.

No, I'm just helping.

Of course, if you do want to make a donation

to the Navy relief on the tinge right there.

We'll go later.

On the last gate.

Come on.

Get on up there.

French.

Hey, what are you doing?

From our little wager the other day, my friend.

You got burnt, my friend.

But I did traverse the coals. Did I not, Dottie?

Unfortunately, yes.

Come on.

If you can reach it, you can have it.

See if the poker got.

C'est demo, mon amis. C'est demo.

Right.

Money, money, money.

Taking my money.

There you go.

Thank you.

Good afternoon, Lawrence.

I believe you're holding some funds for me.

Uh-huh.

Anderson.

My name is not today.

I'm sorry.

There's a poker gate waiting.

Bob can't pay unless your name's on the list.

Lawrence, why wouldn't my name be on the list?

Well, the funds have been sent on to your mother

because you're still listed as killed in action.

I thought they had that all straightened out.

Well, as Mark Twain said, the report of my death has been greatly exaggerated.

At least premature.

All right.

It's a D for Dottie.

Here's your money, honey.

I think I liked what you were playing the other day much better.

Music is an expression of mood.

Well, that piece would have done an Irishman proud it's as dark as a Dublin torch.

Well, I didn't write it.

Oh? Played it.

I want to ask you something.

Can a man promise that you won't die?

And I mean believe it so strongly.

that he could actually change your Karma.

Well, I don't know about Karma.

I do know that only God can determine when or where

he'd die, provided you don't take your own life.

Yes, but if a man had a premonition of death,

it could be part of God's will.

Look, Bob, I don't know what to tell you.

It's something that neither of us has ever been through before.

I do know that God is trying, but it's man's will.

God is trying?

Come on, trying?

I don't have any answers.

I don't even know the reason for some of this.

So a man could have a premonition of death,

and that man could die.

But only God can determine.

That's not what you said a moment ago.

You said God was trying.

I'm trying.

But, Bob, I'm tired.

I've seen too much.

I don't know the answers.

I used to, but I don't anymore.

They want me back on Monday.

And what am I to say to boys 18 and 20

who are being blown to bits?

What is your time?

Nothing can change that.

Well, I'm sorry. I guess I've not been much help.

Yes, you have.

If you'll excuse me, I have to write a letter.

Bob.

LaCava, this is Black Sheep 1.

I'm 10 miles out.

Roger, Black Sheep 1, you're clear to land.

Wind five knots out of the northeast,

altimeter setting to 9 or 9 or 5.

Roger, LaCava.

The back of my neck was still itching as I let down for the field.

I had a feeling the answer was right under my nose.

I just couldn't seem to grasp it.

It was under my nose, literally.

LaCava Tower, Black Sheep 1.

I'm going around.

The Seabees wouldn't let me in the front door.

I'd come down the chimney.

I had seen my share of foul-ups,

but nothing like this.

Instead of a hospital,

the Seabees were putting the main ammo dump for the

entire South Pacific on the north side of our island,

within striking range of the Japanese.

It gave me chills thinking what would happen if the Japanese got through.

And then I broke into a cold sweat, realizing it was only a matter of time.

There must be a big storm over Spritos.

I can't get anything.

I'll keep trying.

That storm was coming in when I left.

Spritos, come in, please.

LaCava calling, over.

Go ahead, LaCava.

We read you.

See what happens when you keep trying.

Major Boynton calling Colonel Larder, General Moore, priority A-1, over.

Stand by, LaCava.

Right.

Where's the CO of this hotshot outfit? I am.

Who are you? Billings.

I'm in charge of the Seabees on the north end of the island.

One of your hotshots just dragged to the middle of my camp.

Drago, glad you're back. I'd like to talk with you.

LaCava, this is Colonel Lard.

What's up? Excuse me for a moment, Padre.

I figured out what the Japanese are after.

I want that pilot on report.

I can't hear you, Boynton.

I said I figured out what the Japanese are after.

They put the ammo dump on the wrong island.

What the hell is he talking about? I don't know.

They put what where? The Navy.

They put the ammo dump on LaCava.

A hospital is going up on LaCava.

No, that's going up on Avela.

No, sir.

The hospital is going up on LaVella.

They put the ammo dump up on LaCava.

But LaCava's practically the front lines.

What idiot would do that?

Uh, sir, there must be some foul up.

Who the hell are you?

I'm sorry, Padre.

What is it? Well, it's Anderson. I think he believes he's going to die.

You should have punched that boy instead of talking to him.

Or are you the one who promised him he wouldn't die? Sure am.

We'll think he can't do that.

Why not? You're not God.

I mean, what if he did die up there? Then he dies.

But he doesn't go up looking for it.

A man's got to be prepared for death.

Not up there.

In a foxhole, maybe.

It might be a question of being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

But not in the air.

It's mistakes that get pilots killed.

Now, if you go up thinking you're going to die, you will.

And going into combat with that attitude is like committing suicide.

Adrian.

I knew it.

I knew what we got here.

This island is too close to the action, but the order is Red Lakava.

I should have trusted my gut.

Those yo-yo's back at fleet headquarters don't know what they're typing.

Can you believe it?

We could all be killed because of a stinking typo.

Yeah, I can believe it.

I'll take at least 48 hours to get rid of the ammo we got.

What are the chances of the Japanese getting through before we do? Don't ask.

See ya, Major.

Padre.

Padre, I heard Onyx Prius at the mud marines.

They've been trying to get you there for two days.

I've held eyes needed here.

I think you're tired of seeing men die.

And you know that won't happen here because you don't have to go in the cockpits, Will.

I think if I do see another boy die,

it will break my face.

That'd be tough, Jan.

If you lose your faith out here,

we can kill some boys with this.

Pilots of the Asai Squadron,

today your minds must be on one word.

Attack.

Until you reach the target,

you will refuse to accept battle with the enemy planes.

No obstacle must deter you from your mission.

We go forth to fulfill our destiny.

On behalf of your 100 million countrymen,

I thank you for the sacrifice of your lives.

From this moment, you are gods.

You are the divine wind.

I am the wind.

I am the wind.

I am the wind.

It's Carmen.

Check out the radios?

Yeah, check out the radio.

Any instrument panel?

Yes, I'll check out the instrument panel, Lieutenant.

Uh-huh.

What about the landing lights?

If you don't get off my back, college boy,

I'm gonna screw you in the landing lights and use you for a Christmas.

Sarge!

If you're gonna fly Casey's wing, Anderson's gonna fly mine.

Did I do something wrong? Yeah.

I don't want my wingtip chewed up because you got your nose in some girly magazine.

Greg.

I'll be going out on the next transport.

And I would like a few words with Bob before I go.

Sure.

I'll see Coase watching reports.

Ten bombers with fighter escort headed towards Arabella.

With fighters? With fighters.

That's what the man said.

Okay, Casey. You take him up.

Me?

Well, that's what I just said, isn't it? Yes, sir.

Not you.

You're staying down with me, Anderson.

Or whatever.

Still had that ditch on the back of my neck.

I'd expected the raid on Arabella and planned to send half the squadron to intercept.

But the Japanese upset all that with their fighter escort.

Whatever they planned for La Cava,

I hoped Anderson was up to it.

Hell, I hope I was up to it.

I know you're not the Catholic one.

Will you wear it to humor or an Irish one?

Won't change anything.

Huh? Can't help.

I am going to die today.

And there's nothing that you or Pappy.

or even St. Christopher can do to alter that fact.

It is my Karma.

It'll make you feel better.

And what? A bomb.

There is one other thing I can do to help.

Yes, partner.

A Karma said it was time someone knocked you on your butt.

Now, you're not going to die unless you want to go and commit suicide up there.

If you haven't the guts to survive, you see,

so instead of hiding behind some philosophical word.

Now that you're talking about the padre is over, we've got Zeke's coming up the slot.

Come on, Anderson.

Believe it or not, when I spotted the Zeros, I felt better.

They had bombs instead of fuel tanks,

which meant they couldn't mix it up for long and make it home.

After one pass, I got worried again.

It didn't look like they intended to ever go home.

Hey, Pappy, they're not fighting.

They're trying to reach the island.

What are you doing here?

They're going through this whole area, Joseph.

Come on!

I had heard of Japanese panzai charges,

and I guess this was an aerial version,

though Zeke's never varied.

Just board straight for the north side of the island.

Knocking him down was easy.

Too easy.

Pappy, there's two left over the island.

I see them.

What happened next was hard to believe.

If I miss, I know you will do your duty.

But if I hit the target,

make for whom?

In report, we were successful.

In their attempt to offload all that ammo,

the Seabees must have had it strung out from the bunkers to the beach.

From the air, it was like watching a string of firecrackers go off.

I didn't want to think what it must be like on the ground.

Pappy, come back!

Looks like you'll be getting a free ticket home.

It is totally destroyed.

Hi. Lieutenant Miraguchi dove his aircraft directly into the main bunker.

Thank you, Anson.

You did the right thing to report his order.

The deeds of the Saki squadron shall be reported directly to the throne.

Thank you, sir.

If I may.

Yes, Kira?

I would like to humbly suggest that we rename the squadron and the dispatches.

What name do you suggest? Divine Wind.

Kamikaze!

A lot of men pass through the islands.

Placement pilots, mechanics.

And every now and then we see a padre.

In war, I guess it's inevitable that some of these men end up under a flag.

There are not supposed to be any atheists in the foxholes.

And I suppose there's some truth to that.

We're all scared to death.

And sometimes it's hard to keep things straight.

Like Padre John.

A man who'd seen too much and been too far.

But in the end, he kept his faith.

What do you call it? I don't know.

It may be an Irishman's prayer.