Heyday!

There also, of course,

has been no significant resistance

to any of the allied efforts of the past 72 hours.

There are signs of growing confidence on all sides

as mile by mile, hour by hour,

the collective allied strength continues

its offensive from the east with new resilience.

While on another front, the USO is doing its bit

by bringing a little of the sights and sounds of home

so dearly missed, providing moral, welfare, and recreation

type services to our uniformed military personnel.

Proudly serving those who serve our country.

Once again, some of Hollywood's best known personalities

answered the call, leaving the film capital

to support the trips by giving their time and effort.

Many of them stopping down in Gander, Newfoundland

for refueling and no doubt a change of socks.

Gander, the gateway to the world at war.

Strategically poised at the rim of the Atlantic,

which has played its own so very

crucial role in supporting the Allied cause.

She's still dressing, big eyes.

Oh I'd like to see that.

No I wouldn't.

Go to Gander.

I left a half bottle of hair color for ya.

Why would I want to look more like you.

Fine, keep the mouse.

Good morning sly eyes.

God you look great.

Greater than ever.

Oh hi, how are ya feeling?

Nice to see you up.

Good.

Off again?

Oh yes, I still haven't made a million American dollars.

Teach him while you're at it.

Oh I'll have a job for him by noon tomorrow.

You just get better now.

So long, my dear.

And you.

That's it, I'm off.

Yeah well.

So long, Rona.

So long, Rona.

Mm hmm.

Goon.

I brought Mom a bottle of wine.

You're joking, I've never had wine.

Neither has Mom, she spent last night

between the stove and the wood box.

Oh, where am I staying?

With me.

With you?

Am I allowed?

Are you allowed?

Of course, this is Laurie you're talking to.

Okay.

You're starting to get all worked up

with all we Gander girls right at your fingertips.

Well I'll be watching that, we'll have to sew your ears

and lips together and cut off everything else.

No no, as soon as I get you work,

I'll send you over to the men's.

Hi Gerald.

Oh hi.

Oh this is gonna be good, yes sir.

Now get that in there, cute buns.

Alright.

Look at poor Gerald.

Hasn't missed a weekend since you

went to Gander, in case you come in.

I know, and when I get here

he doesn't even open his mouth.

Oh he's pretty much a dreamer, Gerald is.

Let's get you started.

This is a real waiter's jacket.

Sure.

Ah thank you so much.

Ah thanks.

Nah you go ahead, it's not a great time.

I gotta help out, you know?

I was wondering when that was coming.

Later on though.

Thanks for the jacket anyway.

You know where I am, building 22 American side.

Here's a um, a couple of more snaps of the crowd.

Ah great, thanks.

Anyway who knows how much longer we'll be around.

I do know one thing, when all this is over I'm either

gonna end up wearing a tiara or feeding pigs.

I guess I'll see ya.

Bye.

You take care of your mom.

Hey Gerald.

Hi.

Gander's not the way you think it is, anyway.

It's not the same picture you've got in your head.

Who says?

Everybody but you.

What was all that about?

What?

I thought I saw Laurie give you a hug.

That right?

What was that about?

What?

The hugging business.

She just likes doing that.

That's Laurie Dwyer.

I know.

She's from next door.

Yeah.

Have we ever hugged that family?

Nope.

I thought she was gonna eat ya.

No, Pop.

Your feet were off the ground.

No they weren't.

I could be wrong.

Could be.

Why don't you do what I tell you?

Gander's not going anywhere, Mom.

I'm never gonna believe you again.

How about a little radio.

It's only next door, for heaven's sake.

Hello Mr. And Mrs. America,

this is Bob Olypaker for Lana Turner Hope.

What's Lana wearing?

The same fuzzy old white angora

sweater she was wearing last week.

It's got a smell by now, wouldn't you think, Mom?

She's pretty in anything.

She'd be prettier in nothing.

Now you stop that dirty mouth.

And Miss Betty Hutton in the Les Brown and his band

of renown, coming to you from your armed forces radio

service command center here in beautiful downtown Gander.

The American side of the base

is the only place to be if you're a civilian.

You get it all.

Cigarettes and movies might as well be free,

they're that cheap.

And I don't think they eat the whole chicken, you know?

Just the legs, they throw the rest out.

Just like us.

Seems like that, anyway.

Hardly ever seen American soldiers

not chewing on a chicken leg.

Plenty of crabs there I'll bet.

Where's that?

Gander, where you're going.

Oh, yeah.

You wouldn't have to look far to get them.

What's that?

Crabs.

Gander's not on the coast, you know?

Crabs can be in land, crabs can be anywhere they want.

I don't like crabs anyway.

Crabs don't care.

But the only thing that'll keep 'em down is blue ointment.

I'll remember that, if I ever eat crabs.

What does this need, you suppose?

Couple of cans of soup.

Do you want me to wake you for supper?

We'll see, I might not want any.

Who the hell invited you guys over here?

What's that?

Chugging along.

Chugging along?

It was ages ago.

Frank I'm sorry I had to come here, but I've been shot.

Not ages ago.

Yes it was.

That's how slow things go in this house.

I don't have your strength, Frank.

I suppose so.

I was talking about Chugging Along.

Frank you're not listening to me, I can't stay.

Who put that together?

A songwriter.

Bye Frank.

What'd he do for work?

That's it.

He wasn't a New Foundlander then.

No, Pop.

Don't I even get a goodbye kiss?

It's the breathing thing.

What is?

Your mom's breathing, the way it comes and goes.

Just like breathing.

Goodbye, Frank.

'Til we meet again.

Not like she was, thought.

In Algiers maybe.

What are you shaking your head for?

Did we ever have an earthquake, Pop?

Early 30s.