Going Home (1944)

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A soldier returns from the global grind.

Home is ahead, the front, behind.

A soldier returns and his hometown is proud.

Look at that brass band.

Look at that crowd.

A returning hero has, no doubt, a million things to talk about.

Safe at home away from battle, restricted stuff makes harmless prattle.

Our outfit's number 999, now we hold the center of the line, the British hold the hills just west, the pillbox here, machine g*n nest.

200 medium tanks the best!

Now you got that off your chest, why not go out and blab the rest?

A landing field?

Boy is that sweet.

It measures 15,000 feet with 9 new runways, all concrete.

Those new Jap tanks sure pack a punch, they knocked out battery B.

If those Nips ever start to push, they'll shove us in the sea.

Dashing to you, the news of the day.

A new secret weapon did this to the foe.

What hit you tall joe, wouldn't you like to know?

I know what did it, what made the big hole.

A new flying bazooka with radar control.

You see, I know all about it, I was right there, I seen it with my own eyes.

The propelling charge is attached to the tail surface and the booster adaptor activates the bobrik which sets off the fuse in the talfaz.

Therefore, giving the bore a casual stroke depending on the setting of the carburetion.

Which ignites the NA AC sparkplugs, which in time calibrates ahead.

Our very next move, this is straight from the boss, is amphibious attacks.

Which is new.

At dawn we're moving.

Dosen't scurry them to the shore.

Naturally concerns not only about what we have and do, but convoys.

Indubitably but by the way, speaking of convoys, did you know that when I sailed with the 999th without a single ship to protect us.

Why, the things we saw and the places we went.

Now this is strictly confidential and you'll treat it so I hope.

But strictly confidential now here's the latest dope. We're coming in at 74 degrees and we placed our g*ns and major a*tillery rockets.

You might as well write it all over the sky.

Ladies and gentlemen, the w*r Department regrets to announce that due to recent leaks in restricted military information, our entire 999th division has been annhilated by the enemy.

The 999th... my own outfit.

Some guy shot his mouthoff.

Any jerk that'd do that oughta be run over by a street car.