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germans.lets get them!where arethe damn fighters going?theyve gone chasing scalps,leaving us unprotected again.damn thoseglory-grabbing bastards!bandits! hundreds of them!six oclock!is there anythingleft of our escort?negative, boss.damn it! why dontthey worry about us?i cant believe this!it never fails.oh, no.stay with me.this is bouncing betty.engine three is out.were falling back. two,you take lead position.need the extinguisher.hank!mayday! mayday!prepare to bail out.i repeat, prepare to bail.red one to red two, come in.are you awakeover there, lightning?yeah, yeah, sorry.boy, i need a nap!well, look alive. wouldntwant you to miss this war.war is hell. what were doingis just boring as hell.whoever she was, i hope shewas worth losing sleep over.oh, trust me, she was worth it!junior.junior, you okay?fine as wine, red one. the skyis blue and my guns are hot.joker, you all right?nope. i feel like im flyingmy grandfathers buick.coolant indicatorsall over the map.and to think i was as happy as achurch lady when i got this plane.all right, red four, youre done.take it on home.come on now, captain, this gaugeover here is a piece of crap.captain, let me give it a lookybefore you send him back.hes not trailingany oil or water.seems to me like hesjust got a bad indicator.come on, easy. letme fly, sir, please?you know it aint gonna beno fun without me.all right. okay.you stay on, red four.you stay on, but you keepan eye on it, all right?thank you, sweetheart.just my luck i get stuckwith the flying wreck.another p- fromuncle sams junkyard.it looks like wegot a truck up there.its got german markings.junior, its your turn.yes, sir!prepare to feelthe wrath of the ray gun.im on your wing, junior!come on.you see that?congratulations, kid.you killed yourself a truck.whoo-hoo!we can go back victorious.everybody, form up.were going home.uh.easy, i see something. its a train!eleven oclock.i dont think its german.i dont see any guns.looks like theyremoving livestock to me.no. its military.its camouflaged.it could just be cows.you dont want to shoot up nocows if you dont have to.unless yallplanning on a barbecue.nobody sees any guns?im telling you, easy,thats a munitions train.and i bet itsarmed to the teeth.you grown-ups better think fast.its headed for that tunnel.all right. only one way to find out.lets go get it.wait. easy,we got to take it head-on,low, so their gunscant hit us.its my decision, lightning.stay in formation.looks like thesecows are armed.come on.stay in front of it!die, you nazi dogs!dang! those cowsjust shot up my wing!no sweat. no sweat.if that train makes it into thetunnel, theyll stop in there.wheres lightning?where the hellare you, lightning?taking the train from the front,like you should have done.come on. come on. come on.gotcha!whoa! shit!whoa!whoo!nothing like a good oldgeorgia ass-whupping.just trying to keepyou boys inspired.hows this headlinefor inspiration?negro pilot dies because hestoo stupid to follow orders.your plane looks likeits been through a shredder.how are you going toexplain that to coffee?by explaining to him that imthe one who blew up the train.you boys go on ahead.ive spotted something.lightning destroyedanother one.look at that mess.look at that mess.i guess well beworking all night again.its been a long timesince youve seen your sweetheart.too bad shesdancing with someone new.this is axis mary coming to youfrom berlin withyour favorite music.never thought that you would bestanding here so close to metheres so much i feelthat i should saybut words can waituntil some other dayhow about one time you bring myplane home without wrecking it?good morning, mr. coffee.you keep tearing upmy planes like this,youre gonna be wearingyour balls for a necktie.see, i cant let you do that,cause i just saw a goddesswhos gonna bearmy beautiful children.youre a clown, lightning.you need to grow up.we cant afford tohave any more planestaken off the linewith your stupid.what is this?what did you do?oh, man! where didthat come from?what happened was.sticks!come see what thisclown did to the plane.i can see what youre thinking.what the hell is this? didsomebody throw a train at you?coffee, i can see youre upset.maybe we should talkabout this another time.oh, we got a new recruit here!hey there.you lost, son?i was looking for jimmy wayans.uh, jimmy got shot down mustvebeen, what, two weeks ago?i believe so.well, is uly douglas here?uh-uh.furballs dead, son.crashed on takeoff.youre just a bad-luckchuck, arent you?everybody you know ends up onthe wrong side of the dirt.dont pay him no mind, boy.my names smokey.this heres neon,this is joker.flight officermaurice wilson, sir!you can leave all that saluting, son.youre home now.seeing as howeverybody you know dead,you might as well bunk with us.wait. wait. wait.just dont bad luck us beforeyou get up in this jeep now.yes, sir.im trying to live.come on, maurice.come on, boy.come on, boy, get in there!hold on.come on, maurice.wait, youve got to back up.howd it go up there, ray?im telling you, deacon.lightning almost got himselfkilled again today.hes one crazy pilot.im going to pray for him if weever get to see any real combat.well, hey, i see you hereafter every mission.im sure yourprayers are helping.thanks, deke.black jesus, we thank you for bringingred squadron back home to us.lightnings usual elegant work.although i understand your planedidnt fare any better than the train.sir.that old lightning dontnever have his brakes on.questions, gentlemen.does it reallymatter, sir?lights up.here we go.what was your question?what we do, how well wedo it, does it matter?strafing runs andcoastal patrols.they got us out here usingplanes to mop floors, fellas.i dont normallygo in for loose talk,but we wont even bedoing that for long.aint that why colonelbullard went stateside?the colonels businessstateside is above your grade.all due respect, sir,but are they back theredeciding if theyshould shut us down?just a rumor, winky.you know this how?pass it up.read it, easy.out loud.go ahead, son.the use of negroes in the armyair corps may yet be halted.a report has been forwarded callingthe performance by negro pilotsunsatisfactory.a plan to assign the negroesto routine convoy cover may beall that remainsfor those who seemto have neitherthe intelligencenor the proper reflexesfor such a complicated taskas fighter pursuit.the great tuskegee.the great tuskegee experimentto allow the negro typeto fly airplanes has failed.and you all thought what?youd sign up.you get shiny boots, a uniform,and thatd be the endof years of bigotry?youre colored menin a white mans army.its a miracle youreflying fighters in italy,and not moppinglatrines in milwaukee!you want it straight?yes, the old mans stateside,fighting the good fight.and when hecomes through for us,we better be damn sure wereready to do the same for him.any of you feel otherwise, any ofyou want to wash yourselves out,well, negro, please do so,and ill have you on thenext thing smoking back hometo make room for the menwho want to stand and fight.get your head up, son.youre fighter pilots.watch the rest of the film.learn something.when we came underyour command, colonel,you stated very clearly thatwe would never find negroeswho could pass a pilots exam,make it through flight school,survive basic combat.a combat record which,to this point.weve done all of that.to this point,i dont believe your boyshave scoreda single aerial kill.because you have not assignedus a single forward mission.its damn hard toshoot down the enemy miles behindthe front lines.as a matter of fact,when will we beassigned tobomber escorts, colonel?there have been any number ofreports of poor discipline.which is in every newspaperand magazine in the country.we have enoughrace troubles as it iswithout these sons of bitches in thepress throwing fuel on the fire.how an unofficial assessmentof the tuskegee programmade its way tonewspapers and magazinesmay be worthy ofits own hearing, sir.colonel tomlinson,youve been supportingthis experimentfrom the beginning,but im afraid youre just gonnahave to suffer its failure.were givenhand-me-down planes.ordered to attack targets thathave already been bypassed.fly patrols where the enemyhasnt been seen for months.now weve done every lowdown,dirty job youve handed us,hoping that we would justlimp along and go away.we will not go away.we have a right tofight for our country,the same asevery other american.so you shut us down,or you let us fly.soldier boyoh, do you think about me,soldier boy?how could you ever.what?dont give me that look.what the hell were youdoing up there today?beating up on hitler. winning the war.i got the train, didnt i?i love you like a brother, joe.but you disobeymy orders again,im gonna have to write you up.for what?for being right?i told you thoseguns were there.you almost got yourself killed.no, i followed protocol.you went for the glory.theres a difference.now you may not need me to getyou through this thing alive,but joker, junior, the restof the squad just might.okay. youre right,im wrong. im sorry.what you in such ahurry for anyway?i saw a girl.the most beautifuli have ever seen.just cant let themalone, can you?no more than you canlet that bottle alone.you got your way of gettingthrough the war, and i got mine.i wonder what yourpopsd say to that.we can just leavehim out of this.hes got you in a pressure cooker, man.graduating college at ,., and now a captain?pushing yourself mightyhard to please him.didnt i just say we canleave him out of this?all right.besides, i drink cause i gotto bunk with your crazy self.you bunk with me cause im thebest pilot in the whole damn army,and youre just hopingyoure gonna learn something.if im not mistaken,im the flight leader,which would make youmy wingman.smarter doesntmake you better.better at what? bustingup coffees planes?romancing the ladies, for one.now if youre done whining,i have got a pass to dothat very thing right now.lightning.can i ask you something?what?whats going to happen when you gohome and the women speak english,and they understand just howfull of bullshit you are?whats this?something to celebrate you beingold enough to know better.ha!italian for beginners?how many cartons of smokesthis set you back?a simple thank youwouldnt hurt.and a happy birthdaywould have been fine.knowing you,youre just tired of meembarrassing myselfin front of the signorinas.yeah, that might be it.how you feel?a whole lot morethan one year older.thank you.happy birthday.its tight.pilots got you all hot and bothered.come on.coffee!we got three planes, thehydraulic pumps are shot.two moregot bad governors.grab a piece of that tapeand put it over that hose.what are you doing, lightning?what?what did you say?come on, lightning.i need it back by nightfall!and ask if shes got a sister!yeah, a blind one!im sorry to bother you.i flew around yourhouse this morning.okay. uh.right, you.si.that was me.im joe.joe.yeah.daccordo. sofia.sofia, right.nice to meet you.thanks.mama.little.joe little.i hope im notintruding, maam.thank you.ah!ah!hold on. i want toask you something.how?oh, how? i got a jeep. youwant to come for a drive?dove?whats dove?dove.is that a yes?you want to bring your mother?its going to betougher than i thought.what you going with?i got two pair.and three of clubs.i dont carewhat you have,youll never beable to beat me, son.you aint gotenough in the head.i cant lose. i donteven know why yall try.you just got here, maurice. ihope youre learning something.hope at leastyoure learning by nownot to play pokerwith people that cheat.i aint cheating.you cheat.i dont want to learnhow to play cards,i want to learnabout combat flying.dogfights and tricks forswitching it up on them jerries.what the hell you think it iswe know about dogfighting?the white boys arethe only ones get totangle it up withthe jerries around here.but they donttalk to us much, so.experience is a cruel teacher. shegives the exam first, then the lesson.you know what?i decided when i get home.yeah.people ask meabout the war,im going tojust make stuff up.hell, i already do! ask me what ikilled, seven trucks, five jeeps,and one of those motorcycleswith the sidecar on them.my record look like the inventorydown at the motor pool.how the hell am igonna go back homeand tell my dad all ikilled were traffic?hell whup my ass!whats that?its my buck rogersx- disintegrator pistol.makes me feel like.you know,like i cant lose.here, try it.no. no, thanks, junior.i dont really like to fool withother peoples good luck charms.whats the matter?nothing. um.look, i dont likebeing called junior.i want the tag ray gun.im not a kid.i did two years at howard before ieven enrolled in the tuskegee program.im going to be an engineer.what about you?my dads a judge.he wants me togo to law school,so i guess im gonna do that.you ought to just give it up!go back to where you came from.id rather be up therekilling jerriesthan down here playinggames with you, joker.look, dont be in a hurry toget to the killing part, maurice.tell me something.you scared of dying?i dont know.i am.every time i closethe lid on that canopy,i feel like im shuttingthe lid on my own coffin.i tell you something else, the pilot thattells you otherwise is either a liaror too foolish toknow any better.amen.its useless.all this talk for anotherstudy, another inquiry.politics isthe art of.major kessels political scienceclass, the quote that he used.he said, politics is the art ofpostponing a decision until it is.no longer relevant.colonelmortamus stumbled badly.if he hadntembarrassed the brassby leaking that reportto the press,they probably would havelet you wither and die.his politickingbought you time.for what?operation shingle.air cover for a beach landing.its your chance to go upagainst german fighters.ill say this, jack.even when your hope isfalse, it sure is grand.i