The Victors

President Roosevelt takes time out

from war and makes a solemn promise to 300 delegates

of the international Youth Convention, representing youth of the Free World.

Victory is essential.

But victory is not enough for you or for us.

We must be sure that when you have won victory,

you will not have to tell your children

that you fought in vain, that you were betrayed.

We, here at home, are supremely conscious

of our obligations to you now and in the future.

We will not let you down.

Those famous dancers from Radio City Music Hall

pay a visit to the Marine Corps Base at Quantico.

These lovely ladies, with an esprit de corps all their own,

get a personal tour around the obstacle course.

The Marines show them the ropes

and the girls show the Marines a thing or two.

The obstacle course is no obstacle to them,

as one can see by their smiling faces.

The motto of these long-stemmed roses seems to be,

"Come on in, fellas. It's great to be a Marine.“

Combat cameramen captured typical battle action in Sicily.

These official pictures show what happened

when an American Infantry squad,

detailed to reconnoitre a supposedly abandoned village,

find it held by German rearguard detachments.

Pinned down at first by machine-gun and mortar nests,

the GJ.'s press forward.

In this brief but deadly engagement,

the final score, 1 American dead against 12 enemy killed, 2 captured.

After the battle, rest for the weary.

Here are the men who are fighting for us in Sicily.

Sergeant Joseph R Craig, Scranton, Pennsylvania,

Private Albert Greenberg, Chicago,

Private Walter Kynofkey, Denver,

Private George Baker, New York City,

Corporal Frank Chase, Los Angeles,

Private Theodore Trower, Phoenix, Arizona,

Private Robert Grogan, Joplin, Missouri,

and their prisoners,

two not-so-masterful members of the master race.

Their conquering days are over.

A study in contrasts: the vanquished and the victors.

All right, fall out.

No, hold it, hold it.

I'm going to give you 10 minutes. And I don't want anybody getting lost.

I don't want any looting

and I don't want anybody going in any houses.

They're full of booby traps.

I'm not gonna hang around here to scrape any stupid idiot off a wall.

Is that clear?

Okay, fall out.

Anybody need any water, give me your canteens.

I thought I said no looting.

Stupid idiots.

Where are the rest of you?

All right, get outside. Get a move on!

You know you can get shot for this?

Out! Out! Come on, move.

All right, children.

You stupid idiot, leave you in charge. Everybody out! Come on, move!

All right, let's go.

Tonight the night, Baker?

Leave him alone.

You know what, Baker? You're too nice to her.

Cut down on the groceries, just once, you'll suddenly become attractive.

Talk, talk, talk.

Just shut up, you stupid idiot.

- I'm only trying to help. - We don't need your help.

- So long. - George.

You forgot the corned beef and the chocolate.

It's not normal, you know?

If she don't wanna be like the rest of them,

that's her business and it's his business, it ain't yours.

He's been sitting on her front steps every night for six weeks.

He's beginning to develop a square behind.

So what?

You're not in charge of behinds around here.

Or are you?

Funny when you think of it. This little town, I mean.

First the husbands and boyfriends go into the army.

Then the Germans move in and take over the women.

Then we kick the Germans out, we move in and take over.

Don't you think that's funny?

Sarge?

If she's such a nice girl,

and her husband's been away for three years,

where did she get that six-month-old bambino, huh?

From some drunken Kraut in a dark alley,

who also gave her a broken arm.

Blow, will you?

Go have a nice kaffee klatch with that phoney blonde of yours.

She'll tell you all about the Germans.

That's what I said. Place is like a barnyard.

You ought to know. You're head rooster.

Really?

Hey, Sarge, tell me, were you really a burglar before the war?

- What? - Is it true you did a stretch in Joliet?

Get out of here.

- Take that Russian lover with you. - Who, me?

I didn't say a word.

All I said is I'd like to meet a Russian G.l. sometime.

Is that a crime?

No, that's no crime.

I'd like to meet some Russian sergeant some day,

find out how they handle idiots like I got.

You take that. Go ahead. Here you go.

Let me have the bambino.

Come on. All right, come on now.

Hey, Mafia. Come ska'?

- Buona sera, Maria. - Buona sera, Giorgio.

- How's the baby? - Fine.

Oh, I picked this up for the baby.

Oh...

- Hi, baby. - Hi, Joe.

Not Joe. Ziggy.

Let's get cooking.

Giorgio, you think my husband is still alive?

Well, I think there's a good chance. We took a lot of prisoners in Africa.

- But so long, no letter, nothing. - That doesn't prove anything,

with a war going on.

You might get a letter any time.

You get a letter today, Giorgio?

Yes.

How is wife?

Oh, she's all right. Fine.

- And children? - You know we just have the boy.

Oh, yes. He plays the baseball.

- Maria, what are you doing? - You love wife, very much, yes?

- Yes. - Yes, you love wife, I love husband.

- All right. Please. - The whole world is full of love.

In peace, not so much love.

Only in war. You love wife, you love me.

I love husband, I love you.

No, listen. You are a good man.

I know you want to help me, but you are husband without wife.

I am wife without husband.

But why you think I don't let you come in my house all this time?

Because we are not animal. Everybody can be animal.

But we are not animal. You understand?

I cannot be, you cannot be.

So I think better you don't come back... no more.

I think this very much.

- Honey, please. - No.

You go away now and don't come back.

Go find a woman.

You need woman. Please, go.

- You take. - Oh, for God's sake!

Take! Thank you, but take and go!

- He make baby sick. Bad eye! - Don't be silly. There's no evil eye.

There's no such thing.

- I put baby inside. He hurt baby. - No, he won't.

They're nice fellas. He's had too much to drink, that's all.

Having a good time, Johnny?

Hello, Johnny. Johnny.

Too much wine, huh?

Yes, yes, very dizzy, very dizzy.

Poor little baby, she cry.

I have babies.

Three. I.

- How old are they? - How old?

Four... and six... and nine.

I had another one.

She died.

Do you miss your kids?

Yes, yes... very much.

The last time I saw my little one,

she like this.

Your lady... let me hold baby?

- Let him hold her. - No.

He won't hurt her.

You always let me hold her.

He knows her better than I. He has three. You heard him.

Let him hold her. Don't be afraid. Come on.

Don't be afraid.

Look! She's smiling!

She smiled at me.

She likes you.

All right, give her back now.

Thank you very much.

Very nice baby.

Very nice baby.

Got to go now.

Back to barracks, to sleep.

- Cheerio. - Cheerio.

- Cheerio. - Cheerio.

Pretty baby.

God bless baby.

You're a good girl.

That was a kind thing you did when you let him hold the baby.

You are a good man.

You have a good heart.

I put baby sleep.

You wait, please.

Pretty soft for your guys, Craig, coming and going by truck.

I can remember when soldiers used to walk.

Yeah? Well, I don't see your guys walking.

Move it!

Where's your sentries, Craig?

Little Bo Peep has lost his sheep.