thing?
lt just means a fresh start
in some other place.
How do you know
it'll be different anyplace else?
There's a need here for fellas like yourself
that fought and won the war.
l know you haven't had the best of breaks
since you got back, but...
you ought to stick here and slug it out
a while longer on your own home ground.
You're all right, Pop.
But l know when it's time to bail out.
l gotta get going.
- Here are your clean socks, Fred.
- Just put 'em in here.
- Take good care of the old man.
- l'll do my best.
- But we'll miss you, Freddy.
- You ought to be used to that by now.
So long, Pop.
We've got two flights going out of here
tonight. One eastbound, one westbound.
You'll have to ask the pilot.
Which way you going?
Which one leaves first?
Eastbound. Eight o'clock.
That'll be fine. l'll just
hang around the field until then.
You don't seem to care
where you're going.
That's right, chum. l don't.
Hortense.
Hortense!
Listen to this. Sit down.
''Headquarters, 8th Air Force.
Award of the Distinguished Flying Cross.''
Um... Here.
''Despite intense pain,
shock and loss of blood,
with complete disregard
of his personal safety,
Captain Derry crawled
back to his bombsight,
guided his formation
on a perfect run over the objective
and released his bombs
with great accuracy.''
''The heroism, devotion to duty,
professional skill and coolness under fire
displayed by Captain Derry,
under the most difficult conditions,
reflect highest credit on himself and
the Armed Forces of the United States.''
''By command of
Lieutenant General Doolittle.''
Hey, bud,
what are you doing up there?
Hey, you!
What are you doing in that airplane?
- l used to work in one of those.
- Reviving old memories, huh?
Or maybe getting some of 'em
out of my system.
Well, take your last look.
We're breaking 'em up.
Yeah, l know. You're the junkman.
You get everything sooner or later.
This is no junk. We're using this material
for building prefabricated houses.
You don't need any help, do you?
- Out of a job?
- That's it.
l see. One of the fallen angels
of the air force.
Well, pardon me if l show no sympathy.
While you glamour boys were up in the
wild blue yonder, l was down in a tank.
Sometime l'll be glad to hear
the story of your war experiences.
What l asked you for was a job.
Have you got one?
- Do you know anything about building?
- No. But l know how to learn.
Same as l learned that job up there.
- Hey, Gus.
- Yes?
See if you think this guy
can be of any use to us.
Thanks.
Now, children, let's remember the words.
The bride will come down those stairs.
When l see her l'll hit the first note,
then l'll nod my head
and then we'll sing, huh?
All right, let's try it.
- Here she comes.
-   Here...
Wait for the note.
Here's comes the bri...
That's fine.
- Mrs Cameron?
- Yes. Mrs Stephenson?
- Yes.
- Come right in, won't you?
- My daughter.
- How do you do?
- How do you do, Mrs Cameron?
- How do you do?
- There you go.
- You shouldn't have.
- My daughter.
- Miss Stephenson.
- Hello.
- Hello, Mr Cameron.
Meet Homer's folks.
Mr and Mrs Stephenson.
Miss Stephenson.
- How do you do?
- How do you do?
- Hello, Al.
- Hello, Butch!
- lt's good you're here.
- Mr Stephenson, punch?
Hello, Butch.
- How do you do, Mrs Stephenson?
- How do you do?
Steady, boy!
l heard you were leaving town. l was
afraid you wouldn't stand up for me.
l'll stand up for you, kid, till l drop.
Oh, Fred, here's the ring.
Don't lose it.
- Hiya, Homer. Big day, huh?
- Hi, Al.
- Hiya, Fred.
- Hello, Al.
l, uh... l hear you moved back
with your folks.
Yeah.
l've sampled the punch.
l presume it was made for the kiddies.
- Will you have some, Homer?
- l might give the wrong answers.
- How about you, Fred?
- No, thanks. Maybe later.
Well, if l must be a solitary drinker,
good luck, kid.
- Thank you, Al.
- Al! You promised you wouldn't.
- Take a sip of this.