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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.