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There's More To Beauty
"Curley?" "Dead."
A searchlight spat a tower of light into the darkness and swept past them in an arc. It wavered and returned. There were sudden hoarse shouts in German coming in the distance.
"Get in the boat, you men," Ward said. "I'll stay here and cover."
He shoved them off, cursing and protesting. The thunder of boots echoed over the hard ground, and Ward turned with a submachine gun in his hand and methodically opened fire. He felt cool, calm. He saw three men crumple before the fire, and the rest threw themselves on the ground. A shower of bullets split the air around him. He dodged around a rock, falling back toward the water. He opened again with the submachine gun in his hand. How long since the men had shoved off? Five minutes? Good enough. They'd be back on the sub in another minute or two.
Then from right and left, machine guns opened up, criss-crossing the area around the rock. The searchlight cut a huge swath of daylight over the area. Ward sent one more burst toward the light and then, in a moment, he cleared the last rock and was in the water. He began to swim away from the beach with long, hard strokes.
It was hopeless. But a sailor dies in the sea, not on land. He must have been swimming for a while before he realized that he was going in the direction of the Albacore. The Albacore . . . she was probably outside by now, run
ning safe. But dimly, incredibly, there was a darkened shape just ahead, and a carefully shielded flashlight playing on the water and a voice saying, "Easy, Ward, here we are."
The Albacore came in with a broom on her masthead. She came in under her skipper,' Lt. Commander Dewey Connors. She came in to a cheering mob and an approving Admiral. And maybe of all those who waited on the slip, it was a girl who watched with the most intent eyes. And she must have seen Dewey Connors and Ward Stewart standing together on the bridge. And she must have seen Dewey shake his head and grin and push Ward up onto the dock ahead of him. So that Ward could get there first to the girl who was watching the return of the Albacore.
THE CAST:
Lieutenant Ward Stewart
Tyrone Power
Jean Hewlitt Anne Baxter
Lieut. Comdr. Dewey Connors ....
Dana Andrews
"Pop" Charlie Grapewin
Grandmother Dame May Whitty
Brownie Henry Morgan
Oliver Cromwell Jones. . . .Ben Carter
Doris Florence Lake
Hammond Charles Tannen
Crew Member, George Holmes
Curly John Archer
Captain Bryson Frank Conroy
Ed McDonnell Jimmy Gleason
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Life with Father (.Morgan)
"Who's Gig Young?"
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