THE WONDER YEARS:

A TIME TO KILL, A TIME TO HEAL

 

A follow-on miniseries-length script

based on the 1988-93 ABC-TV series

Written by

Lyle Francis Padilla

545 Shetland Court

Sewell, New Jersey 08080

Phone: 856-374-0474

eMail: lpadilla@voicenet.com

 

 

AUTHOR'S NOTE

 

This work is intended as a miniseries-length revival of the ABC-TV series The Wonder Years, which ran from 1988 to 1993.The subtitle A Time to Kill, a Time to Heal comes, of course, from Chapter 3 of Ecclesiastes, which was adapted into the lyrics of the 1965 song Turn! Turn! Turn! which was then used frequently as background music for the series. It is my hope and vision that this miniseries be aired in the Spring of 1995 to commemorate the 20th anniversary of the end of the Vietnam War.

 

Some friends of mine who have read shortened versions of this script raised the initial criticism that the story was "too Lyle Padilla specific" and too autobiographical lacking the universality which was the mark of the series. The majority of those criticisms were promptly retracted as those readers got into the flow of the story. To those for whom that criticism persists, I simply maintain that, like Kevin Arnold, Winnie Cooper and Paul Pfeiffer, I was born in 1956 and graduated from a suburban high school in 1974. Like Kevin, my first car was a beat-up 4-door light metallic blue mid-1960s Olds Cutlass. I think that elements of my own personal life story ought to carry as much weight and credibility as the next person's as a storyline for The Wonder Years. I understand that a great many of the series scripts were based on individual experiences.

 

There are many intentions behind this script, not the least of which is to offer an alternate outcome for those fans of the series who share my sense of betrayal and outrage at the way the series ended, with Kevin and Winnie failing to keep their promise to stay together, particularly with the hints that the two of them had lost their virginity together. The basic idea for this script was conceived well before the final episode aired; I had initially decided to press on with the final draft while simply ignoring the last few minutes of that last episode, but then a burst of creativity gave me the means to accommodate those last minutes in a way that I think the audience will appreciate.

 

As stated, the original idea for this script was conceived a long time ago; to be exact, when I saw the pilot episode of the series which ended with the death of Winnie's brother Brian. I wish at this point to remind the readers/audience that at the time The Wonder Years premiered in 1988, there was another TV series on the air which was produced by the same studio and also depicted events 20 years in the past; that series was Tour of Duty, which chronicled the experiences of an infantry platoon in Vietnam. I had always seen Tour of Duty and The Wonder Years as two sides of the same coin, i.e. the battlefront and home front of the Vietnam War. My original idea was for a combined Wonder Years/Tour of Duty script, with Tour of Duty's Lieutenant Myron Goldman (played by Stephen Caffrey) turning up as a captain and the ROTC Commandant of Cadets at the college Kevin and Winnie attend. As the story evolved in my mind, however, the background of the character of Myron Goldman became too unwieldy and incompatible with the story development, and necessitated the creation of the character of "Mad Tom" Ward in his place. I have written the story, however, with Mr. Caffrey still clearly in mind to play the part.

 

[As an aside, the name of Thomas Ward comes from the first and middle names of a Union Cavalry officer who was the highest decorated soldier of the Civil War, with two Medals of Honor. His accomplishments were equivalent to those of Alvin York in World War I and Audie Murphy in World War II; but his name never became a household word like Sergeant York's or Captain Murphy's largely because he lived in the shadow of his older brother, a general whose overall campaigns were constantly in the headlines and limelight. Thomas and his brother both made a career of the Regular Army, and were killed together fighting the Sioux and Cheyennes in Montana in 1876.]

 

Inasmuch as the characters of The Wonder Years serve as a microcosm of my generation, the idea was irresistible for a story where Winnie serves as a microcosm of America coming to terms with Vietnam and beginning the healing process. Coupled with that was my long-planned intention to someday write a story depicting what it was like being an ROTC cadet during the Vietnam War. Those concepts served as the nucleus for this script. As the news broke of the impending termination of the series, rather prematurely in the opinions of myself and many other fans, I felt that its eventual return would be greatly welcomed. It is clear, too, that such a return would not be viable without Winnie; in fact, it is clear to me that the series' greatest nose-dive in ratings, during the 91-92 season, was due to her being written out of the episodes for virtually the entire first half of that season.

 

As the thoughts came for expanding my basic idea into a limited-run or miniseries revival of the show, I reflected on my own life experiences following high school. My life may not have been typical or universal for my generation, but having been an ROTC cadet during the last year of the Vietnam War, and then a combat arms officer, first on Active Duty on the edge of the Iron Curtain at the height of Cold War Communist expansion, and then with a National Guard tank battalion in Third Corps during the Persian Gulf Crisis, gave me a rather insightful perspective on the historical events of the 1970s, 80s and early 90s, a perspective which would not have been lost on, and would be greatly appreciated by, the character of Kevin Arnold the Narrator. In particular, the contrast in public attitude between Vietnam and the Persian Gulf was far too ironic to be ignored. I wish to reiterate here that the story is nowhere near totally autobiographical, particularly in that the narrator rarely actually speaks for Lyle Francis Padilla. For the most part, I merely place Kevin, Winnie and Paul in situations that I was in, and have them react in ways consistent with the characters as we have come to know them. Also, so as not to hypocritically sugar coat or sentimentalize things, but with all due respect to the dead, the one person I knew who was killed in the Persian Gulf War was someone I didn't even like.

 

Notes on the military technical aspects of the script: the toughest thing to deal with was the way that the series took pains to avoid explicitly revealing the geographical setting of Kevin's, Winnie's and Paul's suburban home town. It is extremely awkward to mention a National Guard unit in normal dialogue without mentioning its home state, but I bit that bullet and managed to press on. (In much the same way, I was deliberately vague in mentioning how long it took to drive from Kevin's 1990 home to the Washington, DC area.) Also, under the Army's Combat Arms Regimental System (CARS), there is, to the best of my knowledge, no 117th Armor. [There is a 117th Cavalry and a 102d Armor, the 3d Battalion of which is my own unit, both of which are in the New Jersey Guard and share a common lineage with the Civil War's 1st N.J. Cavalry Regiment, as well as unit crests which bear a blue stallion's head and two fleurs de lis.] By the same token, identifying a real life Guard armor brigade in Third Corps would result in naming, at least inferentially, its home state. All those brigades belong to either the two Regular divisions as "Roundout units" or the two Guard divisions in Third Corps. All Armored Divisions in the U.S. Army (except for the 1st Cavalry Division) share the common triangular shoulder patch with a silhouette of a World War I tank and a lightning bolt, with the division number at the apex; therefore, if this script ever goes to film, I suggest using the triangle patch without any number, on the uniforms of Kevin, Paul and the other members of Third Tank.

 

This script is dedicated to my fellow soldiers of 3d Battalion 102d Armor, New Jersey Army National Guard, who stood on the brink of war with me, and to those fellow alumni of the Air Force and Army ROTC Cadet Corps at Rutgers University who endured the spitting and anti-military epithets of the Vietnam War era with me. In the movie Heartbreak Ridge, there is a scene where Clint Eastwood's character, an old Marine gunnery sergeant, encounters a colonel to whom he seems familiar. As Eastwood puts it upon learning that he and the colonel were in the same regiment in Vietnam, "We sure as hell chewed on some of the same dirt!"

 

Lyle Francis Padilla

Captain, Armor

New Jersey Army National Guard

Rutgers College Class of 1978

 

Turnersville, New Jersey

July 1993

 


***NEW FEATURE AS OF APRIL 28, 2013***

This script has been posted online virtually unchanged since 1996 or 1997. Having my original ISP sell off its webhosting and EMail division to a new ISP forced me to end up changing my website URL to my own domain name, and then revise the pages because of quirks in the new server system. This prompted me to consider other ways to bring this script into the 21st Century. One of the things that made both The Wonder Years and Tour of Duty very effective as series, in depicting events 20 years in the past, was the use of era-appropriate songs for background music. I tried to match that in this script in music directions. Back in 1997, YouTube hadn't been invented yet. The new feature I've introduced was in adding hyperlinks to these music references. Clicking on these hyperlinks will open a new window to a YouTube version of that particular song or other music piece, for your added enjoyment and in an attempt to emulate the ambience of the series.

Most of the videos are simple stills (although many have commercials), so you can return to this script window and just continue reading while listening to the music soundtracks without missing anything important in the video portions.


 

EXT DAY- A MILITARY CEMETERY. (1968)

(Scene from Series Episode of March 22, 1988) A wide shot shows rows upon rows of neatly lined headstones. Far in the distance, a funeral is taking place.

 

A SERIES OF CLOSER SHOTS shows a flag-draped casket suspended over a grave, with MOURNERS gathered to one side, a CLERGYMAN at the other side, and a uniformed HONOR GUARD lined up behind the head of the casket. KEVIN ARNOLD and WINNIE COOPER, both aged 12, are among the mourners, Winnie at the side of the casket, and Kevin with his father JACK, mother NORMA, sister KAREN and brother WAYNE at the foot of the casket. The clergyman delivers a benediction.

 

NARRATOR

Brian Cooper lived across the street from me, and his death changed my life forever.

 

CLERGYMAN

We must have faith, that none of God's children die in vain....

 

Kevin's glance shifts from the clergyman toward Winnie, who stands blinking and fighting back tears, and briefly glances back toward Kevin.

 

NARRATOR

His sister Winnie had been my childhood playmate. On the day he died, I found Winnie alone in Harper's Woods and held her while she cried in my arms, and at that moment, she went from being my playmate to becoming the one true love of my life. For many years, I watched Winnie and her parents grieve and mourn their loss, and I grieved and mourned with them.

 

INT DAY- A WARD IN AN ARMY EVACUATION HOSPITAL.

from a viewpoint behind the shoulder of a PATIENT in a bed with severe burns on his legs and a gunshot wound in one thigh. A cavalry TROOP COMMANDER (a captain) sits at the bedside conversing with the patient.

 

PATIENT

Captain, I'd like to put Cooper in for a DSC.

 

TROOP COMMANDER

It's done. Andujar requested it. I forwarded the paperwork to Squadron before I came here. Along with a recommendation for you.

 

PATIENT

I don't deserve a damn medal, sir! It should've been me going home in a box, not Cooper!

 

The troop commander pats the patient on the shoulder consolingly.

 

TROOP COMMANDER

Don't punish yourself! You and Cooper both went above and beyond.

(quickly, to change the subject)

Before I forget. Do you have a little sister named Gwendolyn?

 

PATIENT

No, sir. Cooper did. Why?

 

The troop commander pulls a plastic-laminated wallet-sized photo of Winnie Cooper, age 12, from his pocket and shows it to the patient.

 

TROOP COMMANDER

Our medics found this on the floor of their track. They weren't sure whose it was.

 

The patient reaches for the photo and reads the inscription on the back: "To the coolest big brother in the world. Love, Gwendolyn."

 

PATIENT

I'll take it, sir. I'm the one going home alive. I'll see that she gets it back someday. Only... what do I say to her? How the hell do you explain the 'Nam to a little girl like this?

 

NARRATOR

What none of us knew was that there were others out there to whom Brian Cooper had been a brother, and that they, too, mourned his loss, and remembered him.

 

INT NIGHT - CLOSE SHOT

of Winnie, now aged in her mid-30s. She is dressed in nightclothes and sits cross-legged on a bed in a bedroom, reading from a thick 3-ring loose-leaf binder she holds in her lap. She is moist eyed with tears trickling down her face, and she sniffles occasionally.

 

ANOTHER ANGLE over her shoulder shows the handwritten pages on lined paper. She leafs backward to the frontspiece. The camera zooms in to the frontspiece, on which is handwritten:

 

THE WONDER YEARS

by

Kevin Arnold

 

RUN OPENING CREDITS.

 

A MONTAGE OF TV NEWS FOOTAGE

depicts various events taking place in 1990.

 

MUSIC: Turn! Turn! Turn! by The Byrds.

 

NARRATOR

1990. I was thirty-four years old. A lot happened that year. The Berlin Wall came down. Donald and Ivana Trump got divorced. And Iraq invaded Kuwait and brought America to the brink of war. But we'll get to that.

(pause)

That summer I was on vacation from my job as a History teacher at Thomas Edison High School. I lived in a nice suburban town much like the one I grew up in. I was married to a woman I'd been in love with since we were kids growing up across the street from each other. We were the proud parents of two sons and a daughter. When she wasn't busy being a mother, she had her own job as a guidance counselor at Dwight D. Eisenhower High, another school in our area. All in all, we had a very happy but pretty unremarkable life. Except for one thing....

 

A CLOSE SHOT- DAY

shows Kevin's face now aged 34, with a determined stare off into the distance

 

NARRATOR

There! That's me. Kevin Arnold, summer of 1990.

 

END MUSIC.

 

The camera zooms back to show Kevin wearing an Army Battle Dress Uniform (BDU) with the collar insignia of an Armor Captain.

 

NARRATOR

One weekend each month and two weeks during each summer, I was Captain Kevin Arnold, U.S. Army, commanding officer of Company B, Third Battalion, One hundred seventeenth Armor, Army National Guard, better known within our home state as Bravo Company, Third Tank Battalion.

 

As Kevin puts on a Combat Vehicle Crew (CVC) helmet, the camera continues to zoom back to reveal him standing in the commander's cupola of an M-1 Abrams tank. He puts the helmet microphone to his mouth.

 

KEVIN

Crew report!

 

The voices of the other crewmen on the tank sound on his helmet earphones.

 

GUNNER'S VOICE

Gunner ready!

 

LOADER'S VOICE

Loader ready!

 

DRIVER'S VOICE

Driver ready!

 

Kevin presses the radio-intercom switch on his helmet.

 

KEVIN

Victor Four Seven, this is Bravo Six Six. Redcon One, over!

 

PAUL PFEIFFER'S VOICE comes over the radio.

 

PAUL'S VOICE

Bravo Six Six, this is Victor Four Seven. Enemy armor reported moving through vicinity of T-R-P Three. Move out, engage and report. Out!

 

KEVIN

Battlecarry sabot, One-two hundred!

 

INT- THE TANK TURRET.

The LOADER shoves a blue-tipped target practice sabot round into the main gun breech as the GUNNER, seated in front of Kevin rotates a switch on the ammunition selector and dials a knob on the fire control computer.

 

LOADER

Sabot loaded, safety on!

 

GUNNER

Sabot indexed, One-two hundred indexed!

 

EXT- THE TURRET.

Kevin grins and reaches over to a boom box tape player on the turret roof beside the cupola and turns it on. A recording of Richard Wagner's Ride of the Valkyrie plays loudly. He faces forward.

 

KEVIN

Driver, move out! Maintain stabe platform speed!

 

ANOTHER ANGLE shows the tank from the rear, moving down a gravel road on a gunnery range. After a few seconds, two plywood tank silhouettes pop up about a kilometer ahead of them, one stationary and the other moving laterally on a rail.

 

KEVIN reaches for the control handle and traverses the turret to point the gun tube toward the silhouettes.

 

KEVIN

Gunner! Sabot! Two tanks! Stationary tank!

 

INT- THE TURRET

The loader releases the safety on the main gun breech as the gunner peers through his gunsight and turns his control handle.

 

LOADER

Up!

 

GUNNER

Identified! Lasing!

 

KEVIN

Fire!

 

GUNNER

On the way!

 

EXT- THE TANK

as the main gun fires, shaking the tank with its recoil. The round, with red tracer glowing, strikes the stationary silhouette and knocks it down. The turret traverses with the gun tube tracking the moving target.

 

KEVIN

Target! Moving tank!

 

LOADER'S VOICE

Up!

 

GUNNER'S VOICE

Identified! Lasing!

 

KEVIN

Fire!

 

GUNNER'S VOICE

On the way!

 

INT- THE TURRET

as the main gun goes off, recoiling and ejecting the metal casing onto the floor.

 

THE MOVING SILHOUETTE is knocked down by another tracer round.

 

KEVIN grins excitedly.

 

KEVIN

Yeah! Target! Ceasefire!

(pauses and hits the radio-intercom switch)

Victor Four Seven, this is Bravo Six Six. Engaged and destroyed two enemy tanks. Continuing mission, over.

 

INT DAY- THE RANGE OBSERVATION TOWER.

Paul Pfeiffer, also age 34 and wearing BDUs with Armor Captain's insignia, looks at the tank through binoculars, then speaks into a radio hand microphone.

 

PAUL

Bravo Six Six, this is Victor Four Seven. At this time, you have completed Table Eight Day Phase. Shut off your jump radio, clear and elevate all weapons, continue down the course road and stop at the safety vehicle. Break.

 

He glances over at the table next to him, where a SERGEANT fills in a score sheet.

 

PAUL

And congratulations, Kev! Looks like you're pretty close to maxing it! Over!

 

EXT- THE TURRET.

Kevin grins again while the crewmen's voices yell "Yeah!" in unison.

 

KEVIN

Thanks, Paul. Roger, out.

 

He clears the machine gun mounted in front of him on the cupola. The loader steps up partly out of his own hatch to the left of the cupola and shuts off a PRC-77 portable field radio behind the hatch which is wired to the intercom system.

 

LOADER

Main gun and coax cleared, sir. Jump radio off.

 

KEVIN

Driver, move out.

 

The tank continues down the road off the range as the Wagner orchestration continues to emit from the boom box.

 

NARRATOR

Yeah, my two weeks' active duty for annual training was a man's world. Sixty ton steel monsters, with big guns that belched deadly supersonic projectiles, fire and smoke, emitting diesel exhaust and kicking up dust or mud, knocking down trees and anything else in the way. We slept in sleeping bags and were lucky if we had cots to put them on and tentage to put them under. We ate breakfast and dinner on cardboard trays and ate lunch-- if you could call it that-- out of sealed plastic and foil bags. It was a completely different world from the one I left behind with Winnie and the children. In fact, even though Winnie and I had always been a part of each other's lives, this was the one thing I couldn't share with her.

 

The tank reaches the trees at the edge of the range, and Kevin traverses the turret so the gun tube points rearward, then turns around in the cupola to face forward again.

 

NARRATOR

It was understandable, of course. Winnie had this love-hate relationship with the Army. She had her obvious reasons for the hate part, even though the Army did enable us to stay together through college. But we'll get to that later.

 

The tank stops at a road junction in the woods where a Hummer is parked. A LIEUTENANT comes out of the Hummer, climbs up the hull front slope of the tank, looks into the loader's hatch and then inspects the chamber of the cupola machine gun. He gives Kevin a thumbs-up, slides off the front slope and returns to the Hummer.

 

NARRATOR

Anyway, it worked out okay.Since we both worked for school systems and Annual Training usually took place during summer break, Winnie usually packed up the kids and went back to our old home town where her parents and my mom still lived. Gave the kids a great chance to spend time with all three of their grandparents who were still living.

 

KEVIN

Driver, make a right and move out.

 

The tank turns onto the intersecting road and continues down. Kevin reaches into a shirt pocket and pulls out an audio cassette, then switches it with the one in the boom box. Brown-Eyed Girl by Van Morrison comes on.

 

NARRATOR

And even though this was the one part of my life I couldn't share with Winnie, she was never far from my heart.

 

Kevin replaces the other cassette in his pocket and then pulls out a plastic-laminated studio portrait of Winnie. He smiles lovingly at it, then turns it over. The inscription on the back reads "To the love of my life and the father of my children. Together forever. I love you. Winnie."

 

INT DAY- AN ARMY MESS HALL.

Kevin stands in the chow line among several other soldiers in BDUs, as a mess team serves breakfast.

 

NARRATOR

The last day of Annual Training. We'd gotten the tanks and armored personnel carriers cleaned, serviced and turned in, and gotten cleaned up ourselves. All that was left was to get into our trucks, form the convoy and head home to our families.

 

Kevin takes his tray and steps over to a table where Paul sits with ALEX VOGEL, a second lieutenant wearing Military Intelligence branch insignia. Kevin sits.

 

PAUL

Hey, Kev! Congratulations!

 

LT VOGEL

Yeah! Top Gun Crew and Top Gun Company, wasn't it, sir?

 

KEVIN

Yeah. Thanks, Alex.

(to Paul, smiling)

You know, the other companies are starting to talk about the fix being in, between our being friends and you being Bravo Company Commander before me.

 

PAUL

Hey, I just sat in the tower and talked on the radio. I didn't do the scoring!

 

Kevin starts eating while Paul reads a newspaper.

 

NARRATOR

Yeah, Paul Pfeiffer and I were still the best of friends. We'd gone on to college together and kept in touch afterward. While I'd gone into the Active Army, he'd gone into the Guard while going to law school, then got me into his Guard battalion after my tour overseas was over. Turnabout was fair play. After all, I'd gotten him into the Army training pipeline to begin with. But we'll get to that later, too. Anyway, as I'd said, I'd succeeded him as commander of Bravo Company and he was now the Battalion S-2, the Intelligence Officer. The guy whose job it was to figure out the enemy's next move.

 

Paul points to the front page of the newspaper.

 

PAUL

There it is, guys! Our next war!

 

KEVIN

What?

 

PAUL

Kuwait! The Iraqi Army's massing about eighty thousand troops on their border with Kuwait. They're getting ready to invade.

 

KEVIN

No way!

 

LT VOGEL

You did say "our next war," didn't you, Captain Pfeiffer?

 

PAUL

Yes. Our next war.

 

LT VOGEL

Captain Arnold's right. No way!

 

NARRATOR

That was Alex Vogel, Paul's assistant intelligence officer. Bright, twenty-two year old graduate student, a new second lieutenant fresh out of college, R-O-T-C and Military Intelligence school.

 

LT VOGEL

Nobody in this country even knows where Kuwait is on the map. No way we'd ever go to war over it!

 

NARRATOR

In short, the guy had very little experience in the real world!

 

PAUL

When the hell did that ever stop this country from going to war?

 

KEVIN

Yeah. I don't think even Brian knew where Vietnam was on the map when he went.

 

LT VOGEL

Brian?

 

KEVIN

My wife's brother. He was killed over there.

 

LT VOGEL

Oh.

 

KEVIN

You're right for the wrong reasons, Alex.

 

PAUL

Well, Kev, why do you say "No way!"?

 

KEVIN

Don't you remember a couple of years ago when they reflagged the entire Kuwaiti oil tanker fleet with American flags? They did it just to give the U.S. Navy an excuse to protect the fleet from the Iranians and keep the oil flowing during the Iran-Iraq War. If we went through all that trouble just to protect some Kuwaiti ships, nobody's gonna be stupid or crazy enough to invade Kuwait. We'd kick the hell out of 'em!

 

PAUL

Stupid and crazy. That's Saddam Hussein!

 

NARRATOR

Now keep in mind, this was just before Saddam Hussein's name became a household word in this country. Still, as a History teacher, I should've known for sure who he was, so I was glad it was the young lieutenant and not me who said...

 

LT VOGEL

Saddam Hussein. He's the President of Iraq, right?

 

PAUL

Right.

 

EXT DAY- A FREEWAY.

A convoy of various Army trucks rolls down the highway. The lead vehicle is a Hummer with a sign on the front bumper which reads "CONVOY FOLLOWS." Faintly over the truck engines, we hear Bat out of Hell by Meatloaf. (Author's note: I actually intend the music to be at 3:35 of the song at the start of this scene.)

 

INT DAY- THE HUMMER.

Kevin sits in the front passenger seat, leaning back and relaxing and singing along with the song, which emanates from his boom box resting on the console between him and the DRIVER.

 

NARRATOR

Yeah, it was definitely time to go home. Before Paul got any more crazy ideas.

 

EXT DAY- A SMALL NATIONAL GUARD ARMORY.

A sign on the front lawn bears a yellow shield with a blue stallion's head and two fleurs-de-lis. The sign reads:

 

COMPANY B

3D BATTALION 117TH ARMOR

COMMANDER

CPT KEVIN ARNOLD

FIRST SERGEANT

1SG DONALD B. KRAKOWSKI

 

Soldiers begin filtering out of the doors, most carrying duffel bags and other luggage to cars in the parking lot. Most of them meet wives and other relatives at the cars.

 

An Olds Silhouette van pulls into the parking lot and parks in the space nearest the front door, marked with a cinderblock with "CO" stenciled on it. Kevin and Paul step out the front door of the armory as Winnie gets out from the driver's seat of the van. Three children, BRIAN ARNOLD, age 10, WENDY ARNOLD, age 9 and JACK ARNOLD II, age 7, emerge from the other doors of the van. Wendy has long dark hair and looks almost exactly the same as Winnie did as a young girl. The four rush up to Kevin, smiling excitedly.

 

Winnie leaps off her feet into Kevin's arms, and he whirls her around, stroking her hair. They kiss as he lets her down.

 

KEVIN

And how's my best girl?

 

WINNIE

I missed you!

 

KEVIN

Yeah! I missed you, too!

 

He turns to Wendy. As she reaches out to hug him, he lifts her up and kisses her.

 

KEVIN

And how's my best little girl?

 

WENDY

I'm glad you're home, Daddy!

 

Kevin lets her down and then gives the two boys each a hug.

 

KEVIN

Hi, guys!

 

NARRATOR

Ladles and gentlemen, my family. Our oldest was Brian, ten years old. We named him after Winnie's brother, of course. Our daughter was the middle child, age nine. At my insistence, we named her Gwendolyn, just like her mother, but we call her Wendy rather than having to call her "Little Winnie." Our youngest was seven year old John Arnold the Second-- Jack-- whom we named after my Dad.

 

KEVIN

Come on, guys! Give me a hand with the baggage.

 

He and the two boys up duffel bags and rucksacks and carry them toward the van. Winnie picks up a helmet bag and holds Kevin's hand as they follow the boys. Wendy lags behind carrying the boom box and a cassette case. A BMW coupe pulls into the lot and stops in a space near the van.

 

NARRATOR

Life is full of strange twists, and things never turn out exactly like you expect. Some things last, like the love Winnie and I had for each other, and the friendship Paul and I had. But nobody could have predicted that Winnie Cooper would ever be married to an Army officer-- even if that Army officer was me! And as for Paul Pfeiffer, life really handed all of us a strange twist!

 

BECKY SLATER steps out from behind the wheel of the BMW, smiling excitedly. She and Paul rush to each other and embrace with a long passionate kiss.

 

NARRATOR

No, folks! You're not seeing things! The pretty blonde with the liplock on Paul was none other than...

 

INT DAY- A JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL CLASSROOM (1969).

(Scene from Series Episode of January 18, 1989) Becky and Kevin, both aged 12, stand facing each other, Becky with rage on her face.

 

BECKY

Oh, yeah! Friends?

(punches Kevin in the stomach)

I'll give you "friends!"

 

She socks Kevin In the face, knocking him flat on his back.

 

NARRATOR

... my old Junior High School nemesis, Becky Slater!

 

EXT DAY- THE COMPANY B ARMORY.

Paul and Becky hold hands as they carry his baggage to the BMW.

 

NARRATOR

Becky was Winnie's friend back in Seventh Grade. Winnie had started going out with an Eighth Grader, so I went steady with Becky just to make Winnie jealous, and after it worked, Becky punched my lights out and spent the rest of Junior High School trying to get even with me for using her. When we got to High School, we travelled in different circles and I lost track of her. Until one day in 1983 when Paul found himself on his way to a big, complicated court case....

 

INT DAY- A HALLWAY IN A COURTHOUSE (1983).

Paul stands conversing outside a courtroom door with three other men, all in business suits and carrying briefcases. Becky comes around a corner in an attractive woman's business suit also carrying a briefcase. As she sees Paul, she stops dead in her tracks and stares at him for several seconds.

 

BECKY

Paul? Paul Pfeiffer? Is that you?

 

Paul turns toward her, stares, then blinks in recognition.

 

PAUL

Becky?

 

Becky nods. They laugh, drop their briefcases, then give each other a quick hug and then clutch each other's hands.

 

PAUL

God! I haven't seen you since we graduated from McKinley!

 

BECKY

Yeah! That's right! So what are you doing here?

 

PAUL

I'm an associate attorney with DiDomenico and Kierniesky. I'm here on a case....

 

BECKY

Not Marvian versus Sussex Chemical?

 

PAUL

Uh huh.

 

BECKY

I'm an associate with Patrick and Flynn.

(laughs)

You're one of the bad guys!

 

PAUL

No, you're one of the bad guys!

(pause)

Hey! What're you doing for dinner?

 

INT NIGHT- AN ELEGANT RESTAURANT.

 

Paul and Becky sit eating in a booth.

 

BECKY

It's tough being alone and starting out in a new place with a new firm.

 

PAUL

Tell me about it! I haven't been here that long myself. I'm not sure I'm completely settled here.

 

BECKY

Yeah. I'm not even sure what I consider home anymore. I mean, my parents are still "back home," but ever since college, there hasn't been much else left for me back there.

 

PAUL

I know what you mean. My Dad still has his optometry clinic there, but he and my mom sold the house after my sister got married, then bought a condo. That place definitely doesn't feel like home.

 

BECKY

(smiling)

Still, it's good to see a familiar face from back there.

 

Paul reaches and places his hand on hers, smiling back.

 

PAUL

Yeah. It sure is!

 

NARRATOR

And there you had it. Within two months, Becky had moved in with Paul. Not that he had told us anything about it....

 

INT DUSK- PAUL'S CONDOMINIUM.

Paul opens the front door and lets Kevin and Winnie in. They exchange greetings.

 

NARRATOR

I'll never forget the evening that Paul invited Winnie and me, completely unsuspecting, to his condo for dinner....

 

PAUL

So. Come meet the new girl in my life!

 

He ushers Kevin and Winnie around the corner to the kitchen, where Becky stands before the stove. She turns toward them and smiles nonchalantly.

 

BECKY

Hello, Winnie! Hello, Kevin!

 

Kevin and Winnie both gasp and stare, wide-eyed, open-mouthed and speechless. Kevin turns white in sheer terror. Finally, Winnie laughs.

 

WINNIE

Becky Slater?!?

 

She and Becky give each other a tight hug, both giggling girlishly, then separate.

 

WINNIE

You're the Rebecca that Paul's been talking about for the last two months?

 

Paul and Becky put their arms around each other, smiling brightly. Kevin continues to gape, white and speechless.

 

PAUL

Surprise!

 

BECKY

I told Paul not to tell you two. I just had to see the look on your faces!

 

WINNIE

I can't believe it! We haven't seen you since high school. Over nine years!

 

BECKY

Yeah! It's great to see you! Paul's been telling me all about you two and what you've been up to. I couldn't wait to see you!

(smiles at Kevin)

What's the matter, Kevin? You look like you're seeing a ghost!

 

NARRATOR

Which I was! A ghost from the past!

 

KEVIN

Uhhh....

 

Becky hugs him and kisses him on the cheek. He blinks, shakes his head, then smiles and returns the hug and kiss, still bewildered.

 

BECKY

What are you thinking? That I'm still mad at you after all these years?

 

KEVIN

Well....

 

BECKY

Come on! Did you think I was gonna spend the rest of my life being... what was that phrase Mrs. Heimer used in English class? A vengeful harpy?

(laughs)

Okay, so maybe as a lawyer I've turned being a vengeful harpy into a profitable skill. But what happened between us was half our lifetimes ago! We were just babies!

 

KEVIN

(laughs)

Yeah. I guess we were!

 

BECKY

(to both Kevin and Winnie)

And speaking of babies, Paul showed me pictures of your three kids. They're all adorable! I'm so happy for both of you!

 

WINNIE

And I'm happy for you and Paul! I just... can't believe it!

 

BECKY

You've got to bring the kids with you next time! I can't wait to see them in person!

 

WINNIE

We'd love to.

 

KEVIN

Or you guys could come over to our place!

 

NARRATOR

It turned out to be a great evening! The four of us spent a good deal of time talking over old times, realizing we weren't kids anymore and laughing over what kids we had been.

 

EXT DAY- THE COMPANY B ARMORY (1990).

Paul and Becky have their arms around each other, while Kevin and Winnie do likewise with the three children gathered around them, all conversing cheerfully.

 

NARRATOR

Paul and Becky were married not long afterward, just in time for our McKinley High School ten year reunion in '84. In fact, Winnie was matron of honor and I was best man. Becky still went by the name Slater; I guess that's pretty common for a professional woman of the 80s and 90s. Come to think of it, my sister Karen always went by her maiden name, too.

 

EXT DAY- KEVIN'S AND WINNIE'S HOME,

larger and in a slightly more affluent suburban neighborhood than that of his childhood home in the Series. The family van pulls into the driveway. Kevin, Winnie and the children get out, carrying his baggage to the house.

 

NARRATOR

An Army Chaplain once pointed out to me that the Book of Isaiah says to beat your swords into plowshares and your spears into pruning hooks, but that the Book of Joel also says that you'd better be ready to beat your plowshares back into swords and your pruning hooks back into spears, just in case you ever have to. In the National Guard, you do both things very quickly and get used to it.

 

INT NIGHT- KEVIN'S AND WINNIE'S BEDROOM.

The two of them snuggle up closely in bed.

 

KEVIN

What're you thinking?

 

WINNIE

Oh, about how glad I am to have you home. About how even though we've been together almost all our lives, I still miss you every time you're away.

 

KEVIN

Yeah. I still feel the same way about you, too, Winnie.

 

WINNIE

You know, I still take out your old New York Jets Jacket and sleep with it whenever you're away.

 

KEVIN

(smiling)

You do?

 

WINNIE

Yeah. Even when I take the kids to my folks, I take the jacket with me. It helps remind me what you've always been to me.

 

KEVIN

I'm glad. That means a lot to me, Winnie.

 

They kiss.

 

WINNIE

You know what else I was thinking about? Germany.

 

KEVIN

Oh. You want to go back for a visit sometime?

 

WINNIE

Well, now that you mention it, maybe someday. We'll show Brian and Wendy where they were born. But that's not what I meant.

 

KEVIN

What then?

 

WINNIE

I was thinking about the time the Army let a group of us family members visit your outposts on the East German border. How you showed us the barbed wire and the minefields, and the Russian and East German troops on the other side. And I was thinking about how all that's gone now! Kevin, do you realize that you've just spent two weeks training to fight an army that doesn't really exist anymore?

 

KEVIN

What are you saying, Winnie? That the Guard's a waste of time?

 

WINNIE

(blinks and smiles)

No. Actually, I was just realizing that for the first time in sixteen years, I'm not worried about your being in the Army!

 

They snuggle even tighter.

 

NARRATOR

I guess now's a good time to explain just how Winnie and I got to this point in our lives.

 

DISSOLVE TO:

 

INT NIGHT- A BARN (1973)

(Scene from Series Episode of May 12, 1993) Kevin and Winnie, aged 17, sit with their backs leaning against opposite sides of a stall divider. Both are soaking wet with Winnie bundled up in a horse blanket, and both are forlorn and angry at each other. A thunderstorm rages outside.

 

WINNIE

... It's not like we're kids anymore. Everybody grows up. It's not like Peter Pan or something.

 

KEVIN

But somehow I thought... we'd be together, you know.

 

WINNIE

(smiling sadly)

Yeah. Together forever.

 

KEVIN

(pause)

It's not going to happen, is it?

 

WINNIE

(softly and hesitantly)

No....

 

They both close their eyes in anguish.

 

A gust of wind blows the barn door open. Kevin gets up and moves across his stall toward the door.

 

KEVIN

What was that?

 

A lightning bolt creates a ghostly image near the door. Kevin screams and vaults over the divider into Winnie's stall. Gasping, he slowly stands up and looks again at the door, where a horse snorts at him. He laughs, continuing to look at it.

 

KEVIN

Did you see that? It's a horse! God! It practically scared me to death! Can you believe that?

 

We hear Winnie sobbing. Kevin looks down to find her with her eyes shut tight, weeping. He looks open-mouthed at her.

 

KEVIN

Winnie?...

 

Winnie looks up at him, tears streaming.

 

WINNIE

I don't want it to end!

 

Kevin kneels down next to her and kisses her. She smiles, opens her horse blanket and reaches out to partially cover him with it, and they embrace with long, tender, passionate kisses.

 

NARRATOR

Once upon a time, there was a girl I knew, who lived across the street, brown hair, brown eyes. When she smiled, I smiled. When she cried, I cried. Every single thing that ever happened to me that mattered, in some way had to do with her.

(pause)

That day, Winnie and I promised each other that, no matter what, that we'd always be together. It was a promise full of passion. And truth. And wisdom. It was the kind of promise that can only come from the hearts of the very young.

 

DISSOLVE TO:

 

INT DAY- THE KITCHEN OF THE ARNOLD HOME (1973)

Kevin, Winnie and Paul sit at the table, filling out college admissions applications.

 

NARRATOR

Winnie and I never forgot our promise. And just because we were very young, that didn't mean we weren't going to keep it. It's just that, being very young, Winnie and I hadn't even begun to learn what "no matter what" really meant.

 

KEVIN

Okay. Let's suppose everything works out, and we all get accepted everywhere we apply.

(to Winnie)

Where are we gonna go?

 

WINNIE

(thoughtfully)

Well... I've really got my heart set on Ruysdael. It's almost up there with Harvard and Princeton. And it's far enough away that we're really going away to college, but close enough that we can drive home in a couple of hours whenever we have to.

 

KEVIN

(smiles)

Okay! Let's hope for Ruysdael, then. How about you, Paul?

 

PAUL

Ruysdael sounds good.

 

WINNIE

Really?

 

PAUL

Uh huh. For the same reasons you just said.

 

WINNIE

Yeah, but you've actually applied to Princeton and Harvard!

 

KEVIN

You'd actually pick Ruysdael over Harvard and Princeton, just to be with us?

 

PAUL

Hey, don't knock Ruysdael! Just because it's closer to home doesn't mean it's not as good as the other places. Besides, except for the one semester I did at the prep school...

(to Winnie)

and the year you did at Lincoln, the three of us have been together our entire school career. Why break up such a great team just when the four most critical years of school are coming up?

 

Kevin and Winnie smile at him and pat him on the shoulder.

 

KEVIN

Thanks, Paul. That means a lot! To both of us!

 

INT DAY- A HALLWAY AT McKINLEY HIGH SCHOOL.

Kevin, Winnie and Paul converse as they walk to class.

 

NARRATOR

And there you had it. We had our dreams and our plans and our hopes. All we had to do was play out the last few months of high school.

 

INT DAY- THE ARNOLD LIVING ROOM.

Winnie and Paul stand watching as Kevin sorts through the mail.

 

NARRATOR

And keep checking the mail to see what the future held.

 

Kevin finds an overstuffed envelope.

 

KEVIN

(excitedly)

This is it! A fat envelope from Ruysdael!... This looks like good news!

 

He opens the envelope and pulls out the cover letter, then reads it as Winnie and Paul watch anxiously.

 

KEVIN

"Dear Mr. Arnold. Congratulations! We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted as an incoming Freshman at Ruysdael University for the Fall 1974 semester!"

 

Winnie squeals delightedly and leaps into Kevin's arms. Paul puts his arm across Kevin's shoulders, laughing.

 

PAUL

All right! Three for three! Ruysdael, here we come!

 

They separate and head for the kitchen.

 

KEVIN

Mom! I got accepted at Ruysdael! All three of us did!

 

INT NIGHT- THE ARNOLD KITCHEN.

Jack and Kevin sit at the kitchen table, looking over the family bank books and the admissions packet from the school.

 

NARRATOR

But, as with everything else in life, it wasn't quite that simple!

 

JACK

I'm sorry, Kevin. It just doesn't add up. I can go ahead and send you to Dixon State, but if you want to go to Ruysdael, you're going to have to come up with the difference yourself.

 

KEVIN

(despairingly)

How, Dad? I can't get a big enough student loan to cover it! I'm not eligible for any grants. I got the grades and SAT scores to get in, but not for one of their scholarships.

 

JACK

I know Al Pfeiffer's selling off some of his real estate to pay Paul's way in, but how's Winnie going to afford it?

 

KEVIN

Her parents put Brian's life insurance into a trust fund for her.

 

JACK

That's what I thought. It's a helluva way to come up with cash....

(puts his hand on Kevin's shoulder)

Believe me, Kev. I wish I had the cash to send you to Ruysdael. It's a damned good school, and I'm proud you got accepted. And if you can think of a way to make up the difference, I'll do what I can to help you. But if you can't, Dixon State isn't the end of the world.

 

INT NIGHT- KEVIN'S CAR

parked at "The Point" with Kevin and Winnie snuggling in the front seat. Eres Tu by Mocedades plays on the radio. (AUTHOR'S NOTE: Mocedades was a group from Bilbao, Spain, and their original Spanish version of this song hit the Billboard Top 40 chart in February1974, just around the time this scene takes place. When I inserted it into this scene I was completely unaware that there was an English version which was not a literal translation of the Spanish; it was B-side of the record but got very little airtime. However when I learned about the English version and heard the lyrics, I was floored by them in the context of this scene. I strongly suggest that you reread this scene while listening to the English version after you've read it listening to the original Spanish!)

 

WINNIE

Kevin, Dixon State isn't the end of the world! I don't have to go to Ruysdael, you know. I'll go wherever you go! Why do you think I applied to all the same schools you did?

 

Kevin looks into her eyes with pain.

 

KEVIN

No, Winnie! You had your heart set on Ruysdael. You can afford to go there, so don't let me keep you from going!

 

NARRATOR

To this day, I'm not sure why I said that. It was one of the hardest things I had to say. Saying yes would have been the easiest, and in my younger days, I would have. But we were older now, more mature, crossing the threshold into legal adulthood.

 

WINNIE

Kevin, it won't be you who's keeping me! It's my choice!

 

KEVIN

Winnie, if you gave up Ruysdael just to be with me, you'd always resent it deep down inside. You'd end up resenting me.

 

WINNIE

(pausing thoughtfully)

I don't know.... I'd try not to.... But maybe you're right.

 

KEVIN

It'll work out somehow.... Look, how far is it from Dixon State to Ruysdael? A half hour drive? That's less than it took me to ride my bike to your house after you moved, before we got our licenses....

 

Winnie blinks and frowns.

 

NARRATOR

And then something weird happened. Something very, very weird.

 

WINNIE

No, Kevin, that's not good enough!... This may sound silly... I never told you this, I never told anyone this, but the night we spent in that barn... I had this dream. When I woke up, I was so happy to see you that I pushed it out of my mind immediately. But in this dream, for some reason, I went away to school somewhere.... I'm pretty sure it was Paris.

 

Kevin turns white with shock, his mouth hanging open.

 

WINNIE

And then by the time I came home years later...

 

KEVIN

I was married to someone else and had a child.

 

 

Winnie gasps and also turns white.

 

WINNIE

Oh, my God! How did you know?

 

KEVIN

Winnie, I had the exact same dream! That same night, in the barn!

 

They both stiffen and stare wide-eyed into each other's eyes.

 

WINNIE

This is absolutely weird!

 

KEVIN

(laughs nervously)

Yeah! I mean, we've always talked about being on the same wavelength and being able to read each other's minds, but this is something entirely different.

 

WINNIE

I don't know what your dream was like, but mine was so vivid! It was like we were actually transported to the future, and back!

 

KEVIN

Yeah! Mine, too! It was like Scrooge or that Jimmy Stewart movie or something!... But Winnie, that could never be our future! I mean, you're the only girl I could ever want to be the mother of my children. Even before I knew where babies came from, as soon as I was old enough to know that every kid had a father and a mother, I've always wanted it to be you and me.

 

WINNIE

Yeah. Me, too... but that dream was so real and so scary that... in September, Mrs. Ruebner gave me a catalog and an application to the Sorbonne in Paris. I didn't even ask her for it, she just had this idea that since I studied French and with my grades and SAT scores, it might be something I'd enjoy. But, Kevin, I got so freaked out that I tore them up and threw them in the trash as soon as I left the guidance office!

 

KEVIN

(laughing nervously)

Thanks, Winnie.

 

WINNIE

Yeah.... But ever since you told me your family couldn't afford to send you to Ruysdael...

 

KEVIN

You've been having the dream again!

 

WINNIE

You, too, huh?

 

Kevin nods.

 

WINNIE

But why Paris? That first time was way before Mrs. Ruebner came up with that catalog.

 

Kevin stares thoughtfully for several seconds, then blinks.

 

KEVIN

I think I know! Remember the first time I rode my bike to your house after you moved? When I got there, I said I felt like Charles Lindbergh...

 

WINNIE AND KEVIN

... flying from New York to Paris!

 

They laugh, and then hold each other close.

 

KEVIN

Okay... but that still doesn't explain how we both had the exact same dream at the exact same time. Or why.

 

WINNIE

Kevin, maybe we'll never know how. But I think it's a warning to both of us. I guess most dreams like that are.

 

KEVIN

Okay, so it's a warning! We're just not gonna let it happen, Winnie! I don't know how yet, but somehow, some way, come Hell or high water, I'm gonna find a way to afford to go to Ruysdael!

 

INT DAY- THE MCKINLEY HIGH GUIDANCE OFFICE.

Kevin enters the inner office of his counselor, MRS. RUEBNER, who is seated at her desk. Next to her desk is seated SERGEANT FIRST CLASS COUSINS, an Army recruiter dressed in a Class A dress green uniform.

 

NARRATOR

Or it would find me!

 

MRS. RUEBNER

Kevin, this is Sergeant Cousins. I think he might be able to help you.

 

Kevin looks at SFC Cousins and halfheartedly shakes his hand.

 

KEVIN

Hi.

 

SFC COUSINS

Pleased to meet you, Kevin.

 

Kevin sits.

 

SFC COUSINS

So. Mrs. Ruebner tells me that you're having problems coming up with the money to attend the college of your choice.

 

KEVIN

Yeah. Thanks. But I don't think your kind of help is the kind that would be very helpful to me at this point....

 

NARRATOR

Yeah! Another one of Mrs. Ruebner's brilliant ideas, like packing Winnie off to the Sorbonne!...

 

SFC COUSINS

(smiling)

You sound pretty sure about that, Kevin. But hear me out! What I've got to offer just might be one of the best kept secrets in college financial aid!

 

KEVIN

No, thanks. I already know about the G.I. Bill. I'm sorry, but there's no way I'm going to enlist in the Army for three years just so I can get free college tuition after those three years are up. I need to get into college this year!

 

SFC COUSINS

Really! Ruysdael University, right?

 

KEVIN

Yes. Now, if there were some way the Army could pay my way through college first, and then I could serve my time, I'd be more than happy to consider it!

 

SFC Cousins and Mrs. Ruebner smile at each other.

 

SFC COUSINS

Bullseye!

 

KEVIN

(doing a double-take)

Excuse me?

 

SFC COUSINS

Kevin, what do you know about the Army Reserve Officers Training Corps?

 

KEVIN

R-O-T-C? Well, my Dad went through Navy R-O-T-C in college to become an officer in the Marine Corps. He was telling me I should sign up for one of the R-O-T-C programs if I got into Dixon State or Ruysdael, just for the learning experience. I mean, you don't have to actually serve unless you do the whole four years, and you can drop out any time before your junior year. Right?

 

SFC COUSINS

That's right, but that's not all. Did you know that the Army offers a full scholarship-- tuition, room and board, books, plus a subsistence allowance-- to students who meet the qualifications? They have to sign a contract to complete the ROTCee program, then serve four years Active Duty as a commissioned officer.

 

KEVIN

(gasping)

A full scholarship?

 

SFC COUSINS

A full scholarship. To any school that hosts Army ROTCee. Which includes Ruysdael. Kind of like a G.I. Bill in reverse order! Only you start your Active Duty tour as a second lieutenant instead of a private.

 

NARRATOR

Bingo!

 

EXT DAY- A BASKETBALL COURT AT A PLAYGROUND.

Kevin and Paul play a game of one-on-one as they converse.

 

PAUL

An Army scholarship?

 

KEVIN

Yeah. I go through the ROTCee program, serve four years as an officer after graduation, and I don't pay a cent. I won't have to take any money from my folks, dip into my savings, or take out any loans.

 

PAUL

Have you told Winnie yet?

 

KEVIN

No. I've just put in the application for it. I still have to take some tests, take a physical, get interviewed by a board of officers. It doesn't mean I'm going to get it. Or decide to accept it if I do get it. It's just a possible option. I don't want to get Winnie's hopes up.

 

PAUL

(skeptically)

Yeah. Right.

 

KEVIN

What's that supposed to mean?

 

PAUL

Don't you think Winnie might have some strong feelings about your joining the Army?

 

KEVIN

Well, yeah.... Which is why she doesn't have to know about it yet.

 

PAUL

Kev, we're talking about Winnie here! You know, the love of your life. The girl you're planning on spending the rest of your life with.

(looks harder at Kevin)

Brian Cooper's little sister!

 

KEVIN

Hey, Paul! Vietnam's over! Didn't you hear? Nixon finally bombed the hell out of them, forced them to sign a peace treaty, then everyone went home! It was in all the papers last year!

(pause)

Besides, the whole thing's made the country so isolationist, there's no way we're ever gonna get into another war any time that I'd be in. Stop worrying!

 

PAUL

Hey! I'm not the one who might have a problem with it!

 

KEVIN

Good! Then if I get the scholarship, you can sign up for ROTCee with me!

 

PAUL

What?!?

 

Kevin uses the opportunity of Paul's shock to steal the ball, go out, and make a quick drive for a basket.

 

PAUL

Aw! Cheap trick!

 

KEVIN

No! I'm serious! You don't have to commit yourself to anything for the first two years. And I'd really appreciate having you with me when I go through it, at least at the start.

 

PAUL

Well, I...

 

KEVIN

Come on, Paul! It can't be that tough! I mean, my Dad went through ROTCee. And the Army doesn't try to make you crazy like the Marines do!

 

PAUL

I'll think about it....

 

KEVIN

What've you got to lose? And do you have any idea what the starting base salary is for an Army second lieutenant?

 

INT DAY- A MEDICAL CLINIC.

Kevin sits on an examining table as an Army doctor examines him.

 

 

NARRATOR

And so I pressed on with it. I passed the physical, no problem.

 

INT DAY- A CLASSROOM.

Kevin is among several young men taking a battery of service entrance tests.

 

NARRATOR

The tests turned out to be a glorified, watered-down version of the SATs. And after all, this was just one option I was exploring. There were a couple of other irons I had in the fire, other scholarships I was looking into, that summer after we graduated from McKinley High.

 

EXT DAY- THE COOPER HOME.

Kevin and Winnie walk from the house to his car at the curb, Kevin dressed in a blazer and tie.

 

NARRATOR

Which is why I figured I didn't have to tell Winnie exactly who I was dealing with at the time.

 

WINNIE

Good luck!

 

KEVIN

Yeah. Thanks. I'll need it.

 

They kiss, and then he gets into the car.

 

 

INT DAY- A CONFERENCE ROOM.

 

An ARMY INFANTRY MAJOR, an INFANTRY CAPTAIN and an ARMOR CAPTAIN sit at one side of a table in Class A uniform. On the wall behind them is a large color photo of General George S. Patton, flanked by a U.S. flag and a Department of the Army flag. Kevin enters, wearing the same clothes as in the previous scene. He shakes hands with the three officers, and the major tells him to sit.

 

NARRATOR

This was it. The board of officers. The last hurdle.

 

MAJOR

So. Mr. Arnold. Why do you want an Army R-O-T-C scholarship?

 

NARRATOR

Because I'm desperate to go to the same school as my girl friend, and I need the money to do it!

 

KEVIN

Well, sir.... To be perfectly honest, the free tuition is a large part of it.

 

The three officers smile at each other.

 

MAJOR

Well, Mr. Arnold, I'm glad you told us that.

 

Kevin looks alarmed.

 

NARRATOR

Uh, oh! I'd been tripped up, trying to sound too sincere and honest!

 

MAJOR

Integrity is just about the most important trait in a good officer. And let's face it. Money is inherently an important factor for anyone asking for a scholarship. I personally am suspicious of the integrity of anyone who won't admit to it.

 

NARRATOR

Whew! Dodged that bullet!

 

MAJOR

Of course, there are other sources of money out there. Do you understand what the Army is all about? What our mission is, why we exist?

 

NARRATOR

Now, Dad had given me an idea of the kind of questions to expect, so I wasn't unprepared.

 

KEVIN

Well, sir, the way I understand it, the Army's job is to prepare for war and to fight wars to defend the country and its interests.

 

NARRATOR

And speaking of dodging bullets...

 

INFANTRY CAPTAIN

Okay, so you understand that we're in the business of fighting wars. That involves killing and getting killed. How do you know that, if the time ever comes, you'll be able to hold up mentally when people are shooting real bullets at you? Or that you'll be able to squeeze the trigger when there's a real live human being at the other end of your weapon?

 

Kevin glances up at the picture of General Patton.

 

KEVIN

I don't, really.... All I can say is, I'm just your average, ordinary American kid. And if the time ever comes, I've got as much potential to find it within me, as the millions of other average American kids who've fought in all our wars. Just as my father did before me in the Korean War.

 

The officers glance at each other, impressed.

 

ARMOR CAPTAIN

Okay. So you have as much potential as the next man. But is that what you really want? Do you really want to be an Army officer, and why?

 

KEVIN

(pausing thoughtfully)

Well, my parents always raised me to appreciate the good things we have in this country. All the freedom we enjoy, all the rights we're given. And they-- my Dad in particular-always reminded me of the responsibilities that came with those rights. And how all that freedom came through the sacrifices of all the men who've served and fought for our country.

(another thoughtful pause)

And I want to say something else. There were two guys I knew really well, from my neighborhood, who went to Vietnam and fought. One of them, when he came home... well, I watched while other kids from my home town called him a murderer to his face. And the other guy... well, he never got to come home at all. I feel like I personally owe both these guys something. I want to serve.

 

The officers nod to each other, again impressed. They and Kevin begin conversing less formally, smiling and relaxed.

 

NARRATOR

A funny thing happened that day. And I'm not sure how it happened. Like I said, Dad had given me an idea of what kind of questions to expect, so I'd started formulating the answers in my mind that I thought the officers would want to hear. But to this day, I don't know. Maybe hearing the words come from my own mouth forced me to believe them. Or maybe those beliefs were always there, deep down inside, just waiting for a moment like this to be tapped and brought to the surface. In any case, when I left that interview, I suddenly realized that I really did believe what I'd said, and that I'd spoken from the heart.

 

EXT DAY- KEVIN'S CAR

as it travels down a freeway with Kevin at the wheel. He sings along elatedly as Come and Get It by Badfinger plays on the radio.

 

NARRATOR

Those officers didn't come out and tell me that day that I'd earned the scholarship. They said I'd get the final word in the mail. But they also told me I had plenty of reason to be optimistic. And even though it wasn't final, I felt exhilarated. I'd just gone through a major rite of passage into adulthood. I'd taken the largest step up to that point in my life toward independence. Toward manhood. All that was left was to wait for the final word. And if the news was good, to find the right moment to tell Winnie about it.

 

INT NIGHT- THE ARNOLD LIVING ROOM.

 

Kevin and Winnie snuggle up on the couch, watching Errol Flynn as George Armstrong Custer and Olivia DeHavilland as Elizabeth Custer in They Died With Their Boots On on TV. Both appear saddened.

 

WINNIE

So, did the Lambert Foundation ever tell you why they turned down your application?

 

KEVIN

No. You know they never tell you why. I guess they figure my Dad makes too much money or something.

 

WINNIE

(blinking)

And that was the last of the scholarships and grants you applied for?

 

KEVIN

(looking into her eyes, then hesitating)

Yeah.

 

NARRATOR

The last one she knew about, anyway.

 

WINNIE

I don't know, Kevin. I'm not sure I could stand going to Ruysdael without you.

 

KEVIN

Winnie, we've already talked about this. I'll come over from Dixon State to see you. Every day, if you want! I promise!

 

WINNIE

It won't be the same.

 

On the TV, Olivia DeHavilland helps Errol Flynn put on his sword belt in their living quarters.

 

OLIVIA DEHAVILLAND

You know, I'm sure you're the first soldier that ever became a general, without letting his belt out.

 

ERROL FLYNN

Oh ho! But you wait until we get that staff job in Washington after this campaign's over. I'm gonna grow a big tummy on me...

(gestures in front of his belly)

... like General Winfield Scott, you know. HO! HO! HO!

 

OLIVIA DEHAVILLAND

And we'll grow fat and happy together!

 

ERROL FLYNN

Together!

 

OLIVIA DEHAVILLAND

And people will say, "Don't tell me that life in the Dakotas was so full of hardships. Look at General and Mrs. Custer! They certainly grew fat and happy on it!"

 

ERROL FLYNN

You... You have been happy here, haven't you, Libby?

 

OLIVIA DEHAVILLAND

Don't I look happy?

 

Kevin and Winnie look away from the TV and into each other's eyes, both blinking mistily and smiling sadly.

 

NARRATOR

Oh, God! That look! Those vulnerable doe-eyes, looking to me for comfort.... It was time to tell Winnie about my application for the Army scholarship. To pull her out of her despair, to give her that one last glimmer of hope...

 

On the TV, Errol Flynn finds a diary in a dresser drawer and reads it.

 

OLIVIA DEHAVILLAND

...It wouldn't interest you. Just the silly things that seem important to a woman.

 

ERROL FLYNN

"Tomorrow, my husband leaves, and I cannot help but feel that my last happy days are ended. A premonition of disaster such as I have never known is weighing me down. I try to shut it into my heart, but this is almost unbearable. I pray God I be not asked to walk on alone."

 

Kevin grimaces uncomfortably.

 

NARRATOR

Or maybe not!

 

OLIVIA DEHAVILLAND

You know, I probably wrote that or something like it every time you went away, even for a day's journey. You know how foolish women are! Every parting has its own fears and anxieties.

 

ERROL FLYNN

Of course. I often feel like that myself. But it... it has its bright side, too. The more sadness in parting, the more joy in the reunion.

 

Winnie forces a smile at Kevin. On the TV, a bugle sounds in the distance.

 

OLIVIA DEHAVILLAND

Boots and Saddles....

 

ERROL FLYNN

Goodbye .

 

Errol Flynn and Olivia DeHavilland embrace.

 

ERROL FLYNN

Walking through life with you, Ma'am, has been a very gracious thing.

 

They embrace again, and then Olivia DeHavilland swoons as Errol Flynn leaves.

 

Winnie cuddles up closer to Kevin, blotting a tear on his cheek.

 

On TV, Errol Flynn mounts his horse and trots to the front of the Seventh Cavalry. The regiment rides out of the fort into the rising sun, to the strains of Garryowen on fife and drums.

WINNIE

Kevin, let's change the channel. Okay?

 

KEVIN

What? Come on, the movie's almost over. We're coming up on the big climax.

 

WINNIE

Kevin, you know how I feel about war movies.

 

Kevin looks uncomfortably at her, then reaches for the remote and changes the channel.

 

KEVIN

Yeah. I know. Besides, everyone knows what happened to Custer, anyway.

 

NARRATOR

Uh huh. And at that moment, it wasn't just Mrs. Custer who was weighted down with a premonition of disaster!

 

EXT DAY- A SEACOAST HIGHWAY.

Kevin' s car speeds along with him at the wheel and Winnie next to him.

 

MUSIC: Beach Baby by First Class.

 

EXT DAY- A BEACH.

 

Kevin and Winnie, in swimsuits, hold hands as they run into the surf.

 

NARRATOR

Now, mind you, I wasn't being insensitive as to how Winnie might feel about the whole thing, or being cavalier about not telling her about it.

 

The two stand in the surf, laughing playfully and splashing water at each other.

 

NARRATOR

I was just simply in one of the biggest dilemmas of my life. It felt like a no-win situation. At that point, I just wanted to enjoy what I could of that summer, before the situation forced itself on us, one way or another.

 

Winnie leaps off her feet into Kevin's arms, and he whirls her around as he stands in the surf, but there is an underlying sadness in the eyes of both. We hear the lyrics of the song more clearly.

 

SONG LYRICS

"Oohh, I never thought that it would end,

Oohh, and I was everybody's friend!

Long hot days, cool sea haze,

Jukebox plays, but now it's fading away...."

 

INT DAY- THE ARNOLD KITCHEN

Kevin sorts through a pile of mail on the kitchen table.

 

SLOWLY FADE OUT MUSIC.

 

NARRATOR

Now, after nearly a year of filling out applications for college admissions, loans, grants and scholarships, and then awaiting responses to them, I'd learned one thing: good news never came in skinny white business envelopes.

 

Kevin finds a thick manila envelope addressed to him. The return address is headed: "DEPARTMENT OF THE ARMY. HQ U.S. ARMY ROTC. FT BRAGG, NC." He looks at it anxiously.

 

NARRATOR

The funny thing was, I was holding a fat manila envelope, and I had a pretty good idea what was in it. But at that moment, I didn't know whether I really considered it good news or not.

 

INT DAY-THE ARNOLD LIVING ROOM.

Jack and Norma sit on the couch watching TV as Kevin enters from the kitchen.

 

KEVIN

Mom? Dad?

 

JACK

Yeah, Kev?

 

KEVIN

I got a packet in the mail from the Army. They've awarded me the ROTCee scholarship. If I accept, I can go to Ruysdael, all expenses paid.

 

Norma smiles excitedly, gets up and embraces him.

 

NORMA

That's great, Honey! Congratulations!

 

Jack shakes Kevin's hand.

 

JACK

Congratulations, Kev! I'm real proud of you.

 

They all seat themselves. Jack shuts off the TV with the remote.

 

KEVIN

Of course, that means I'd have to serve four years in the Regular Army after I graduate.

 

JACK

We know.

 

KEVIN

And it's okay with you?

 

JACK

Kev, you're a legal adult now. You're old enough to make your own decisions. And I think you could do a helluva lot worse than four years as an Army officer with a diploma from Ruysdael.

(smiles)

Of course, I am partial to the Marines, and to Navy ROTCee, I wish they'd had ROTCee scholarships in my day!

 

NARRATOR

Now, of course, I was proud to have the scholarship! Of course I was glad to receive my parents' congratulations. I just... wasn't prepared to have the whole thing be a done deal that fast!

 

KEVIN

But I remember when Wayne tried to enlist, you tried to stop him. You called him a young dumb kid!

 

JACK

He was. You won't be. You'll have four years of college under your belt before you go on active duty. And you've always been more responsible than your brother.

 

KEVIN

That's not true, Dad. I'm not as responsible as you think. Like... remember the weekend the two of you went away to Cousin Iris's wedding, and the house got trashed with a wild party? You made Wayne clean up everything.

 

Jack and Norma nod.

 

KEVIN

That wasn't Wayne's party. That was me and my friends.

 

JACK

(laughs)

Yeah. We know.

 

KEVIN

You knew?

 

NORMA

We sort of figured it out when we saw you washing and polishing Wayne's car afterward.

 

KEVIN

And you didn't punish me?

 

JACK

Well, I figured what you were doing was penance and humiliation enough. And one of the most responsible things I'd ever seen you do. And I apologized to Wayne afterward, and gave him a bonus on his allowance.

(smiles)

Don't sell yourself short, Kevin. You've got a good head on your shoulders.

 

NARRATOR

And there you had it. My parents had given their blessing. But maybe that's not what I was looking for.

 

KEVIN

But... aren't you worried that I might have to go to war someday?

 

JACK

Of course. And I'm glad you're thinking about it. It's the young dumb kids who get sucked in by the security and the benefits and the promise of seeing the world. The ones who lose sight of the fact that the Army and the Marines exist only to go to war. They're the ones who lose it when the bullets start flying for real.

 

KEVIN

Mom?

 

NORMA

Honey, no mother wants to see her son go to war. But I watched your father go to war in Korea years before you were born. It wouldn't be something I haven't had some kind of experience with.

 

There is a moment of silence as Jack and Norma look knowingly at each other.

 

JACK

Kev, isn't there someone else you should be talking to about this?

 

KEVIN

Huh?

 

JACK

The real reason you're so hell-bent on going to Ruysdael in the first place!

 

KEVIN

Oh. Yeah.

 

NORMA

You know, Honey, if you don't want to accept the scholarship, there are a few other choices. I've talked to Mrs. Cooper about it, and she thinks that Winnie would go to Dixon State with you, if you asked her to.

 

KEVIN

I know. But how would Mr. and Mrs. Cooper feel about that?

 

NORMA

Well, they do think that Ruysdael is a much better school, with a much more prestigious reputation. But they would give Winnie the freedom to make that decision herself. All of us know how you and Winnie feel about each other. We've always known. We know that it's no longer just puppy love, that it's a real love and that it's very important to the two of you. And that you're planning on a future together.

 

KEVIN

Well, I could never ask Winnie to give up a chance to go to Ruysdael. Especially now that I've got a chance to go there with her. Ruysdael was my first choice, too.

 

JACK

We just want to make sure you're making the decision for the right reasons. Like I said, you could do a lot worse than four years as an Army officer. But the way you and Winnie feel about each other, this isn't the kind of commitment you should make without talking with her first. You owe her that much.

 

KEVIN

I know, Dad.

 

JACK

You know, Kev. Having said what I just said about having a good head on your shoulders, you have done a few dumb things that have ended up hurting that little girl. And you've been lucky in that she's always managed to forgive you for them. Don't press your luck.

 

KEVIN

I know.

 

NARRATOR

Yeah, I knew what I had to do, all right.

 

INT NIGHT- WINNIE'S DORMITORY ROOM AT RUYSDAEL.

Kevin and Paul help Winnie unpack her things while her roommate, MAUREEN, arranges her own things. Winnie becomes more and more forlorn as they approach completion. We hear I Honestly Love You by Olivia Newton-John coming from Maureen's stereo.

 

Winnie arranges three framed photos on her chest of drawers: a studio portrait of her parents, a Senior Prom photo of herself and Kevin, and a photo of herself at age 12 with glasses and her hair in pigtails, with her brother Brian. Maureen steps over and studies the photos.

 

MAUREEN

Who's he? Your brother?

 

WINNIE

Uh huh.

 

MAUREEN

Hey, he's cute! When do I get to meet him?

 

WINNIE

He's dead.

 

Maureen turns bright red.

 

MAUREEN

Oh.

 

WINNIE

He... he died in Vietnam. Six years ago last week, as a matter of fact.

 

Maureen nods sympathetically. Kevin glances uncomfortably toward Paul, who stares back meaningfully at him.

 

KEVIN

Well, I guess it's time to go.

 

PAUL

Yeah, me too. I've gotta get settled in, too.

 

Winnie takes Kevin's hand as they step toward the door. She casts her head downward.

 

MAUREEN

It was nice meeting you, Kevin.

 

KEVIN

It was nice meeting you, too, Maureen.

(turns to Winnie)

Hey, smile, Winnie! I don't want to see you frowning like this.

 

WINNIE

(forcing a smile)

I miss you already.

 

KEVIN

We're going to be all right! Hey, we survived your moving across town back in Ninth Grade, we're gonna survive this!

 

WINNIE

We didn't exactly survive my moving.... We broke up.

 

KEVIN

And then we found each other again! We've always found our way back to each other, Winnie. You and I have been through too much together not to make it this time. Hey! It's not like Ninth Grade. We're a lot older, and I've got wheels! I'm gonna be a lot closer than you think!

 

WINNIE

(unconvincingly)

Yeah....

 

KEVIN

Hey! At least this isn't Paris, right?

 

WINNIE

(laughs nervously)

No, it's not.

 

KEVIN

I'll be back before you know it! I promise!

 

They embrace tightly. She blots a tear on his cheek, and then they separate very slowly.

 

WINNIE

I'll see you.

 

PAUL

(cheerfully)

Hey, Winnie. Just remember I'm just two flights downstairs. In fact, come by my room in the morning and I'll walk over with you for Freshman Orientation.

 

WINNIE

Sure. Thanks, Paul.

 

INT DAY- A DORMITORY HALLWAY.

Winnie stands holding a notebook before a door with a sticker on it which reads, "Paul Pfeiffer '78." She remains forlorn as she knocks on the door. Paul opens it and steps out in the hall.

 

PAUL

Hi, Winnie. How you feeling?

 

WINNIE

Hi. I'm okay, I guess.

 

PAUL

You sleep well last night?

 

WINNIE

No, not really. How about you?

 

PAUL

Okay, I guess.

 

WINNIE

Has your roommate moved in yet? I notice yours is the only name on the door.

 

PAUL

Yeah, he's inside. In fact, he's going to Freshman Orientation with us.

 

WINNIE

Is he nice?

 

PAUL

(smiling)

I think you'll like him. He's real easy to get used to!

 

Kevin opens the door with a mischievous grin, sticks a sticker below Paul's name which reads "Kevin Arnold '78," then smiles at Winnie. She gasps in disbelief.

 

KEVIN

Come on! We're gonna be late for Freshman Orientation!

 

WINNIE

Kevin!

 

She throws her arms around him, and they hold each other tight.

 

KEVIN

(laughing and stroking Winnie's hair)

See! I told you I'd be a lot closer than you thought!

 

She kisses him, and then after hugging him a little longer, elatedly strokes his face as she draws away.

 

WINNIE

What are you doing here?

 

KEVIN

I told you! We're gonna be late for Freshman Orientation!

 

WINNIE

You're really going to school here?

 

Kevin closes the door, pulls a key from his pocket to lock the deadbolt, then takes Winnie's notebook and cradles it under his arm. They hold hands as they follow Paul toward the stairwell.

 

KEVIN

Uh huh. I'm here to stay! You're stuck with me for four more years. At least!

 

She looks dreamily at him.

 

WINNIE

Then all that stuff about not being able to afford coming here. You just made it all up to surprise me?

 

KEVIN

No, no! That was all true. But I got a scholarship at the last minute. I did want to surprise you. And I didn't want to get your hopes up.

 

Paul glances back at them and then rolls back his eyes.

 

WINNIE

You're really here! I mean... I'm not going to wake up any second now and find myself back upstairs with you on your way to Dixon State?

 

KEVIN

It's no dream, Winnie! I'm really here.

 

WINNIE

Well, whoever gave you that scholarship, I owe them my undying gratitude!

 

NARRATOR

Which was exactly what I was hoping she'd say. Hey! There was a method to my madness! Okay, Winnie. just remember that thought when I tell you the rest of the story!

 

INT DUSK- THE DINING HALL AT RUYSDAEL.

Kevin and Winnie eat at a table facing each other with Paul next to Kevin. Winnie gets up and goes toward the food line.

 

PAUL

How long do you think you can keep this up?

 

KEVIN

Keep what up?

 

PAUL

You know we have our first Military Science class tomorrow. What're you gonna do? Spend the next four years hiding from her whenever you have to wear a uniform? And then what happens after we graduate? No, don't tell me! You're gonna marry her and then leave for work every morning in a suit and then change into a uniform in the car!

 

KEVIN

Okay! I'll tell her.

 

PAUL

Yeah! That's what you've been saying ever since you first talked to the recruiter!

 

KEVIN

I'll tell her tonight. Now.

 

They silence abruptly as Winnie returns to her seat. Paul glares impatiently at Kevin.

 

EXT DUSK- THE RUYSDAEL CAMPUS.

Kevin, Winnie and Paul exit the dining hall, Paul continuing his impatient glare toward Kevin.

 

KEVIN

Winnie. You... want to go for a walk?

 

WINNIE

Sure

 

PAUL

I'm gonna head back to the dorm. I'll see you guys back there.

 

Paul walks off toward the dorm.Kevin places his arm around Winnie's shoulders as they walk.

 

ANOTHER ANGLE shows Kevin and Winnie walking up onto the campus green, a large expanse of well-trimmed grass and shade trees running between the rows of ivy-covered academic buildings. She rests her head on his shoulder and squeezes him tight around the waist.

 

WINNIE

Isn't this a beautiful campus?

 

KEVIN

Yeah.

 

WINNIE

It's gonna be great here! Everything's so perfect! You and I...

(looking at Kevin)

You know, Kevin, you never did tell me who it was who gave you your scholarship.

 

Kevin blinks, then looks at her.

 

NARRATOR

And there it was. The inevitable.

 

KEVIN

Winnie...

 

NARRATOR

Which is not to say that the inevitable can't be presented in the best possible light!

 

KEVIN

You know, they didn't just give me a scholarship. They guaranteed me a job after graduation, working for them.

 

WINNIE

Really?

 

KEVIN

With a starting salary of over twelve thousand a year.

 

Winnie looks at him in amazement as they stop walking.

 

WINNIE

Twelve thousand a year?

 

KEVIN

Yeah. Isn't that great? I mean, even if you don't work, the two of us could live very comfortably on that alone!

 

NARRATOR

Which was true. Remember, it was 1974, before years of double-digit inflation. A three-bedroom house cost less back then than most cars do today.

 

WINNIE

Kevin, this sounds too good to be true!

 

KEVIN

It's true, Winnie.

 

Winnie hugs him, smiling and closing her eyes.

 

WINNIE

Then everything is perfect.

 

KEVIN

Yeah.

 

He looks at her guiltily. She looks back at him, and her ecstasy fades.

 

NARRATOR

Well, I'd taken the best possible light as far as it would go. And now the look on my face told both of us that it was time.

 

WINNIE

So. Who are "they"?

 

KEVIN

The... the government.

 

Winnie turns pale, her heart sinking rapidly.

 

WINNIE

What exactly do you mean, "the government"?

 

KEVIN

(breathing deeply)

The U.S. Army.

 

Winnie flinches, almost as though punched in the stomach.

 

WINNIE

(voice breaking)

And the job after graduation?

 

KEVIN

I... I go through the R-O-T-C program here at Ruysdael. And after graduation, I serve four years as an officer, starting as a second lieutenant.

 

Winnie grimaces in anguish, then turns her back to him and puts her face in her hands. Kevin looks at her helplessly for several seconds, placing his hand on her shoulder.

 

NARRATOR

And I guess I knew there was one more inevitable question coming.

 

Winnie wipes her eyes and slowly turns back toward Kevin, then looks hurtfully at him.

 

WINNIE

Kevin, why didn't you tell me about this first?

 

KEVIN

I... I was afraid to, Winnie. I was afraid you'd talk me out of it. Afraid you'd insist on going to Dixon State with me. Or worse, my being stuck at Dixon State, with you up here...

 

The pain in Winnie's eyes gradually, subtly shirts from that of anger to that of empathy.

 

KEVIN

...instead of what we have now. I was afraid of our being apart. Afraid of... of Paris.

 

WINNIE

Oh.

 

KEVIN

You know, Winnie, nothing's really changed from a minute ago, when you were saying how perfect everything was. It's just a job. A good-paying job that'll support both of us. And it won't be like when...

(hesitating)

... like back in 'Sixty-Eight. Vietnam's over. And because of what happened, there's no way we're gonna get into another war anytime I'll be in. And after the four years are up, we're free to do whatever you want.

 

Winnie looks at him, still showing pain.

 

NARRATOR

I'd prepared myself for any possible reaction from her. A cry. A scream. A slap in the face. Walking out of my life forever. But what I got was...

 

WINNIE

I'd like to go back to my room now.

 

KEVIN

Are you okay? Are you mad at me?

 

WINNIE

I don't know! I don't know how I feel, Kevin. I'm just too... too overwhelmed right now....

 

She starts walking back toward the dormitory area. He walks with her, placing his arm around her shoulders, then leans over and kisses her on the eyebrow, but she stares blankly, neither rejecting nor reciprocating his affection.

 

EXT DAY- A MONTAGE OF SCENES

of the Ruysdael campus. It is springtime.

 

MUSIC: Life is a Rock by Reunion.

 

NARRATOR

Things were kind of touch-and-go for the next couple of months, but by Thanksgiving break, Winnie's and my relationship was pretty much back to normal. By the Spring of 1975, Paul, Winnie and I had settled into our new lives at Ruysdael and were getting ready to wrap up our Freshman year.

 

INT DAY- A CROWDED DINING HALL.

Kevin, Winnie, Paul and Maureen eat and banter together.

 

NARRATOR

In a lot of ways, it was like the old days when the three of us lived on the same block and went to the same school. We were maturing and making new friends, but we still did everything together.

 

INT DAY- A LARGE LECTURE HALL.

 

Kevin, Winnie and Paul sit together, taking notes as a PSYCHOLOGY PROFESSOR, with a beard and dressed in jeans, a plaid flannel shirt and workboots, lectures on Freud's defense mechanisms.

 

NARRATOR

We had a lot of classes together.

 

EXT DAY- THE COOPER HOME.

Kevin's car is at the curb. Kevin puts a suitcase in the trunk as Winnie embraces MR. & MRS. COOPER on the doorstep. She and Kevin get in the car, waving.

 

INT DAY-KEVIN'S CAR AS IT MOVES DOWN A HIGHWAY

with Kevin driving, Winnie next to him and Paul in the back seat, again bantering and laughing.

 

NARRATOR

Of course, we went home and came back together.

 

INT NIGHT- CLOSE SHOT

of Kevin and Winnie reading from the same textbook.

 

NARRATOR

And we did our homework and studied together.

 

The camera zooms back to show the interior of Kevin's and Paul's dorm room, Paul sitting on his bed, Kevin and Winnie on his, all three very casually dressed.

 

NARRATOR

One thing Winnie and I both loved was that great innovation of the 1970s, the co-ed dormitory.

 

INT- THE DORMITORY LAUNDROMAT.

Winnie helps Kevin sort his laundry. She grimaces briefly as she holds up a military olive green fatigue shirt with the name tape ARNOLD and U.S. ARMY above the pockets.

 

NARRATOR

And I guess, if Winnie wasn't too thrilled about my ROTCee scholarship, at least she had accepted that it was the only way for us to keep our promise to stay together.

 

END MUSIC.

 

EXT NIGHT- A WOODED AREA.

The camera pans across the woods to show several Army two-man shelters set up in bivouac. At one end of the bivouac area, Kevin and Paul lie prone among some bushes on a slight rise overlooking an open field. Both are dressed in fatigues and field jackets, with camouflage cloth-covered "steel pot" helmets and web gear, and each holds an M-16 rifle with a blank adaptor.

 

NARRATOR

March, 1975. Paul and I had just celebrated our nineteenth birthdays and were on our first field exercise with the cadet corps at Ruysdael.

 

KEVIN

So, are you sorry I talked you into signing up with me?

 

PAUL

No, this isn't bad at all. Besides, I can drop out anytime I want to, no strings attached, no questions asked. Or go in the Guard or Reserves after I finish the program. I haven't signed my life away yet! And I still can't believe you didn't talk to Winnie about it first.

 

NARRATOR

Okay, I was a craven coward! But what I kept telling myself-and everyone else-- was...

 

KEVIN

Hey! I wanted to surprise her! And don't think I didn't appreciate your playing along with it!

 

PAUL

Yeah, you surprised her, all right!

 

KEVIN

(grins)

That look on her face! She was on Cloud Nine for days... and I don't think she took the news too badly. Considering.

 

PAUL

Uh huh.

 

KEVIN

It could've been a lot worse. She could have walked out of my life and never spoken to me again. I knew she'd come around after a while.

 

PAUL

You really think she's accepted it?

 

KEVIN

I think she realizes that she and I would both be pretty miserable right now if I'd ended up at Dixon State.

 

PAUL

I just hope that being together here is worth four years in the Regular Army.

 

KEVIN

Paul, will you quit making it sound like I've sold my soul? You seem to be enjoying this grunt stuff more than I am! Besides, I think what sold Winnie on this whole deal was my having a guaranteed job after graduation. How many other Freshmen can say that? Hell, we're set! In fact, right now I can't think of too many reasons why we can't get married sometime before graduation!

 

PAUL

Have you actually talked to her about getting married since you told her about the scholarship?

 

KEVIN

Well... not really....

 

NARRATOR

I mean, hey! I figured ever since were little, Winnie and I had always known deep down, without ever talking much about it, that marriage was waiting for us somewhere down the road. We'd been more or less engaged to be engaged since the summer after Tenth Grade.

 

PAUL

Kev, is Winnie prepared to spend at least four years being married to an Army officer?

 

KEVIN

Paul, we're still Freshmen! She's got the next three years to get ready for it....

 

NARRATOR

Yeah, when you're nineteen and in love, that's the way you think!

 

PAUL

(looking squarely at Kevin)

Let me rephrase that. Is Winnie prepared for you to spend four years in the Army? I mean, it wouldn't be any big deal for almost any other girl. But Winnie...

 

KEVIN

Paul, it's been almost seven years since... Well, Vietnam's been over for over two years now.

 

NARRATOR

Uh huh. That's more or less what I'd said to him, and to Winnie, when I first told each of them about the scholarship. But by March of 1975, something had changed.

 

PAUL

I don't think the Vietnamese on either side think it's over. Neither does the media.

 

KEVIN

There's no American troops left in 'Nam except advisors and Embassy guards. It's not our fight anymore. The South Vietnamese are on their own.

 

PAUL

Yeah, well, try explaining that to Walter Cronkite. Or to all those weirdo radicals who spit on our uniforms and put graffiti on our building!

 

NARRATOR

You heard right, folks. Our building. Paul and I had kind of found a home away from home in Army ROTCee.

 

Kevin and Paul hear footsteps and rustling sounds in the brush behind them. Kevin glances over his shoulder while Paul quickly rolls over from the prone position and sits up, leveling his M-16 at the source of the noise.

 

PAUL

Halt! Who's there?

 

FRANKIE MOLINA and GARY ROBBINS, two other Freshman cadets, appear as shadowy outlines in the darkness.

 

GARY

It's me, Paul. Gary. And Frankie's with me.

 

PAUL

What's the password?

 

GARY

Aw, come on, Pfeiffer! You know it's us!

 

PAUL

And you know the procedure!

(more firmly)

What's the password?

 

There is a brief silence.

GARY

Hey, Frankie! What's the password again?

 

FRANKIE

(sighs)

Donkey! What's the countersign?

 

PAUL

Impact.

 

FRANKIE

You are relieved.

 

Kevin and Paul stand as Frankie and Gary come up to them, also with field gear, helmets and M-16s.Frankie is a swarthy, muscular youth with a thin moustache, while Gary is tall and lanky with a wisp of blond hair protruding from the front of his helmet.

 

FRANKIE

So how you guys doin'?

 

KEVIN

Okay. We had a pretty quiet shift.

 

PAUL

Yeah. We didn't hear or see anything.

 

GARY

Good.

 

Gary drops to the prone position and lays his M-16 in front of him. Frankie takes a few steps with Kevin and Paul as they head toward their shelter.

 

FRANKIE

(laughs and shakes his head, then whispers)

"Come on, Pfeiffer, you know it's us!"? God, what did I do to get paired up with this doofus? He thinks a kill zone is pizza dough stuffed with ricotta cheese!

 

PAUL

Have fun, Frankie.

 

Paul pats Frankie on the shoulder, and then Kevin and Paul continue across the bivouac area while Frankie returns to the Observation Post.

 

Kevin and Paul come up to their two-man shelter. Paul deftly removes the magazine from his M-16, clears the chamber, catches the blank cartridge as it ejects, reinserts the cartridge into the magazine and places the magazine in the pouch on his web belt.

 

PAUL

Hey, don't forget to clear your weapon! I'd hate to have you roll over in your sleep and end up busting our eardrums!

 

Kevin starts fumbling with his M-16.

 

NARRATOR

It was amazing! I'd dragged Paul into the Army ROTCee program with me, practically kicking and screaming, and now he'd turned into Sergeant York and Audie Murphy rolled into one!

 

KEVIN

How do you do this again?

 

He follows Paul's directions as Paul speaks.

 

PAUL

It's the button on the right side forward of the trigger. Take out the magazine, then pull back the charging handle. And be ready to catch...

 

Kevin clears the chamber of his M-16, sending the cartridge tumbling onto the grass at their feet.

 

KEVIN

Uh, I lost it!

 

They both kneel down and pull their GI flashlights from their suspenders, then shine the red-filtered lights on the ground around them. Kevin finds the cartridge and picks it up.

 

PAUL

Maybe you should go into artillery or armor when you graduate. Their bullets are a lot harder to lose!

 

INT NIGHT- THE TWO-MAN SHELTER.

Two sleeping bags are laid out side by side on inflated air mattresses. Kevin and Paul crawl inside, then lay their M-16s, helmets and web gear between the sleeping bags, then lie down.

 

KEVIN

(grinning boyishly)

Isn't this great? Just like the good old days! You know, like in my back yard when we were kids?

 

PAUL

Only more fun!

 

KEVIN

Yeah. Better toys to play with. And a bigger yard!

 

PAUL

Well, yeah... but on the other hand, your standard Government Issue two-man shelter is a lot smaller than your old tent was back home.

 

NARRATOR

Or maybe we were just a lot bigger. It had been years.

 

EXT NIGHT- CLOSE SHOT of a pair of hands holding an artillery simulator and pulling the safety pin.

 

MUSIC: Paint it Black by the Rolling Stones. (Author's Note: this song was the original theme for Tour of Duty per my comments in the original introduction.)

 

A WIDER ANGLE reveals the hands belonging to CAPTAIN THOMAS WARD. He is a young but wizened officer of about 30, with a rugged look and build, dressed in fatigues, steel pot and web gear with a Colt .45 automatic in a hip holster. He wears the crossed sabers of the Cavalry branch on his shirt collar and the rampant black horse shoulder patch of the 11th Armored Cavalry Regiment on his right shoulder, the place for a past wartime unit patch.

 

NARRATOR

And of course, we realized that things were never going to be exactly like the good old days.

 

Capt Ward lobs the artillery simulator into the woods on the edge of the bivouac site. It WHISTLES as several offscreen voices scream "INCOMING!" As the simulator EXPLODES, Kevin, Paul and the other cadets in the bivouac area scramble out of their shelters, putting on their helmets and web gear, loading their M-16s and forming a defensive perimeter. More artillery simulators explode, and parachute flares and star cluster flares light up the area.

 

Kevin snags his foot on the support pole of their shelter as he and Paul crawl out, collapsing it. He and Paul run to a position near the Observation Post and lie prone. Another platoon of cadets appears in the woods at the edge of the open field, and an intense firefight with blank ammunition ensues.

 

END MUSIC.

 

EXT DAWN- THE BIVOUAC AREA.

The two platoons of cadets are gathered in a circle with Capt Ward and TWO SERGEANT INSTRUCTORS conducting an after-action review. Frankie stands with Kevin and Paul.

 

NARRATOR

You met all different kinds of people on a college campus in the Seventies. But for me, some of the most memorable were those associated with ROTCee at Ruysdael. And topping the list was Assistant Professor of Military Science and Commandant of Cadets, Captain "Mad Tom" Ward.

 

Capt Ward leads Frankie into a discussion about his part in the firefight.

 

NARRATOR

He hadn't been at Ruysdael very long when Paul and I started, but he'd become quite a legend. Most of that reputation and the nickname "Mad Tom" had followed him from Vietnam where he'd done two tours in the Cavalry and earned the Purple Heart and every combat medal but the Medal of Honor.

 

The discussion degenerates into an argument between Frankie and an UPPERCLASSMAN who admonishes him, Kevin, Paul and Gary.

 

UPPERCLASSMAN

Well, you shouldn't have left that gap in your sector! You screwed up again!

 

CAPT WARD

(loudly)

Yo!

 

He raises his arm to get their attention; the cadets freeze in awed, fearful silence as he continues softly.

 

CAPT WARD

Guys, it doesn't matter who screwed up. It doesn't matter how many times you screw up. As long as nobody gets hurt for real and no property gets damaged, this is the place to screw up.

 

NARRATOR

He wasn't anything like we imagined a military training instructor would be. He didn't fit the stereotype.

 

CAPT WARD

As long as you learn something from each screwup that you can file away for future use, and you do your best to keep from making the same screwup over and over, that's more valuable than getting things right. I'd rather have each one of you get shot a thousand times with blanks out here if it keeps one of you from getting shot once with a real bullet on a real battlefield.

(turns to Kevin)

Kevin, how could you have covered that flank without leaving a gap in your front?

 

KEVIN

Claymores?

 

CAPT WARD

(nods)

Frankie, what's your solution?

 

FRANKIE

Well, Claymores might hold them off at first, but not in a sustained attack. Once they're used... I say we could have taken one man and put him way out on the flank and forward to hit the flankers on their flank.

 

PAUL

(raises hand)

Naw, then you're writing the guy off. And once he's been blown away, you've got the same problems as when the Claymores are used up, plus one sure casualty. What is the solution, Captain?

 

CAPT WARD

(shrugs)

Beats the hell out of me!

 

There is stunned silence, then the cadets laugh.

 

NARRATOR

He was easygoing and down-to-earth. He had a sense of humor. He called each of us by our first names, and you kind of knew that he wouldn't have minded if you called him Tom or even Mad Tom to his face. But none of us would dare to even think about it.

 

CAPT WARD

Seriously, there is no quote-unquote solution. This is a game, guys! Just like football or basketball, you try something one day and it might work, another day you might get the crap kicked out of you. You think out your options, you weigh the risks, you prepare for as may contingencies as you realistically can, then you go for it. It's a game but it's a high stakes game. A lot higher stakes than with these pro athletes who think the universe revolves around the Super Bowl or the World Series. This is Life or Death!

 

NARRATOR

The man had our respect without ever having to ask for it. He had a sense of humor but he took his job seriously. He was a professional. In short, he didn't fit the stereotype of the military training instructor, but he was an officer and a gentleman.

 

CAPT WARD

Paul, you did say something that I want all of you to think about. You're going to have to expose some of your troops to high risk, but you never write a man off. Sure, it's easy to theorize and hypothesize, but when you're dealing with someone you know-- someone whose family you're going to have to write to if he doesn't make it-- it's a lot different. Suicide missions are not the way we do things, and that's what makes us different from most of our enemies.

 

EXT DAY- A PAVED ROAD RUNNING THROUGH THE WOODS.

An Army van is parked on the shoulder and the cadets are lined up at the rear, turning in their M-16s and helmets to the two sergeants and putting on baseball-style fatigue caps. Capt Ward leans casually against the side of the van, still wearing his helmet.Kevin, Paul and Frankie turn in their weapons and helmets, giving their last names and reading off the rifle serial numbers. As Frankie removes his helmet, we see that he has a high-and-tight crewcut while the rest of the cadets have hair barely short enough to meet military grooming standards, if that.

 

NARRATOR

That was Frankie Molina, another memorable character. Frankie was a Freshman from the suburbs like me and Paul, and he was on scholarship like me. But he was a little more intense than we were about the military.

 

They sit at the edge of the woods with the others.

 

FRANKIE

It still bothers me that we can't march back to campus with the rifles and helmets! It's like we're ashamed of being soldiers.

 

PAUL

It's another ten pounds we'd have to carry, that's why.

 

KEVIN

Besides, Frankie. Haven't you ever heard of Kent State? People on civilian college campuses get very nervous if they see men marching around in fatigues and helmets and carrying rifles.

 

FRANKIE

Of course I've heard of Kent State! It's one of the darkest days in American history!

(pauses)

A National Guard unit fired seventy-three rounds into a crowd and only killed three protesters, and one ROTCee cadet who wasn't even in the kill zone!

 

This draws a mixed reaction from the other cadets. Some laugh and cheer, others, including Kevin and Paul, give him a "What? Are you crazy?" look.

 

NARRATOR

Make that a lot more intense than we were.

 

CAPT WARD

Frankie, you're a man after my own heart!

(holds both hands over his chest)

But you're not going to get it!!!

 

Everyone laughs. Frankie eyes Capt Ward's pistol.

 

FRANKIE

(softly to Kevin and Paul)

Can't wait 'til I'm an officer, and can carry a weapon any time I want.

 

NARRATOR

Actually, in Captain Ward's case, he didn't get to carry a pistol because he was an officer. He got to carry it because he was Mad Tom Ward. Nobody in his right mind who knew him would try to make him take it off.

 

CAPT WARD

(loudly to Kevin, Paul and Frankie)

By the way, guys. To tell you the truth, I wouldn't know about Kent State. I wasn't around at the time.

(pauses and grins)

I was in Cambodia, committing all those unspeakable crimes against humanity that they were protesting!

 

The last cadet turns in his rifle and helmet and is handed a guidon by one of the sergeants. ANOTHER UPPERCLASSMAN stands before the cadets.

 

UPPERCLASSMAN

Okay! Fall in, column of twos!

 

The cadets put on their field packs and fall in with the guidon bearer to the fight front, Kevin and Paul toward the rear and Frankie behind Kevin. One of the sergeants closes the back doors of the van and opens the side door.

 

SERGEANT

(to Capt Ward)

You coming, Captain?

 

CAPT WARD

No, you guys go ahead. I'll march in with the troops.

 

He removes his helmet and puts it in the van.

 

NARRATOR

Oh, yes. There was one other thing about Mad Tom Ward. By the time of the Vietnam War, the U.S. Cavalry no longer rode into battle on horseback, of course, but in tanks and armored personnel carriers and helicopters.

 

Capt Ward reaches into the van, then puts on a black Civil War era cavalry officer's slouch hat with gold acorn cord, then removes his web gear, straps on a leather sword belt with a Civil War cavalry saber on it, then transfers his .45 automatic to a long revolver-style holster on the sword belt.

 

NARRATOR

But you couldn't tell him that. He was such a hard-core John Wayne horse-cavalry traditionalist, legend had it that the reason he'd been so eager to volunteer for Vietnam was because he thought he was going to be fighting Rebs, not Reds!

 

Capt Ward takes position alongside the column, grinning boyishly. He draws the saber and holds it in the carry position as the van pulls out and drives down the road.

 

CAPT WARD

Company! Forward, harch!

 

He waves the saber forward and returns to the carry position. He and the column march forward after the van.

 

A NEW ANGLE shows the column proceeding down the road out of the woods toward the Ruysdael campus about two miles distant.

 

UPPERCLASSMAN

(as a Jody Call)

Old King Cole was a merry old soul, and a merry old soul was he!

 

ALL CADETS

Old King Cole was a merry old soul, and a merry old soul was he!

 

UPPERCLASSMAN

He called for his fife and he called for his drum and he called for his privates three!

 

ALL CADETS

He called for his fife and he called for his drum and he called for his privates three!

 

UPPERCLASSMAN

"I wanna three day pass!" said the privates!

 

ALL CADETS

"I wanna three day pass!" said the privates!

 

UPPERCLASSMAN

Fighting men are we!

 

ALL CADETS

Fighting men are we!

 

UPPERCLASSMAN

There's nothing so fair that it can compare with the Armored Cavalry!

 

ALL CADETS

There's nothing so fair that it can compare with the Armored Cavalry!

 

EXT DAY- THE RUYSDAEL CAMPUS.

The column marches through the university gateway and goes through the dormitory section of the campus. Capt Ward starts singing She Wore a Yellow Ribbon in time to the marching, and the cadets pick it up, standing tall as they sing. They move toward Kevin's dorm building, where a number of students sit on the lawn, studying and enjoying the spring weather, including Winnie. Upon hearing the singing, she gets up and steps toward the walkway as the column passes. Kevin and Paul turn their heads slightly, smiling and making eye contact with Winnie as they sing. She lifts one hand and waves her fingers at them.

 

NARRATOR

Yeah, you had to hand it to Captain Ward. He made us feel proud. He made us feel good about ourselves.

 

There are obvious mixed emotions on Winnie's face: deep love and affection for both Kevin and Paul, but also much pain and anxiety. Capt Ward notices Winnie and stares at her for several seconds with an uncharacteristic melancholy and haunted look. Winnie notices him staring, glances him over and then turns her head away from him.

 

NARRATOR

It was straight out of a John Wayne movie: a rite of passage into American manhood; male bonding under a flying guidon; soldiers standing heroic and tall, marching and singing before the adoring eyes of the women we loved, and the appreciative, esteemed gaze of the public we faithfully served....

 

As the cadets finish the song, the column passes through the campus green between the academic halls. On one side is the Army ROTC building. Opposite the building, a half dozen STUDENT PROTESTORS including BAXTER SCHULTZ, walk in a circle, carrying signs which read "Peace Now!"; "U.S. out of Vietnam"; "ROTC off Campus!" etc.

 

BAXTER

(screams)

Nazi Storm Troopers!

 

PROTESTOR

Imperialist tools!

 

The cadets and Capt Ward march on, most of the cadets with contempt on their faces as the epithets continue.

 

NARRATOR

Well, before the adoring eyes of the women we loved, anyway. After all, this was the Nineteen Seventies!

 

FRANKIE

(as a Jody Call)

You can sneer and you can laugh!

 

ALL CADETS

You can sneer and you can laugh!

 

FRANKIE

But you won't when they bring back the draft!

 

ALL CADETS

But you won't when they bring back the draft!

 

FRANKIE

Yeah, you can yell at us with slander!

 

ALL CADETS

You can yell at us with slander!

 

FRANKIE

But one day I'll be your commander!

 

ALL CADETS

But one day I'll be your commander!

 

FRANKIE

Am I right or wrong?

 

ALL CADETS

You're right!

 

FRANKIE

Correct me if I'm wrong!

 

ALL CADETS

You're right!

 

FRANKIE

Sound off!

 

ALL CADETS

One, two!

 

FRANKIE

Once more!

 

ALL CADETS

Three, four!

 

FRANKIE

Cadence Count!

 

ALL CADETS

One, two, three, four, one, two... threefour!

 

Capt Ward halts the column at the rear entrance to the Army ROTC building. It is a two-story building which blends in with the other academic buildings on the campus green, with a plain white sign beside the doorway which reads "Department of Military Science." The walls are marred by two prominent painted graffiti: a blood red "Murderers!" and a large black peace symbol. Capt Ward tells the column to fall out, then sheathes his saber. The cadets drop their field packs and head toward the building.

 

NARRATOR

There was one thing you could definitely say about Frankie Molina. You could always count on him to say, and do, the things the rest of us young, impressionable Freshmen were too inhibited to.

 

Frankie steps up to the peace symbol graffito and stares thoughtfully at it.

 

FRANKIE

Captain Ward?

 

CAPT WARD

Yes, Frankie?

 

FRANKIE

Sir, is the university maintenance ever going to clean up this wall?

 

CAPT WARD

(shrugs and smiles cynically)

Well, we put in the work order three weeks ago, so don't hold your breath!

 

FRANKIE

Well, sir, since we've gotta wait anyway...

 

Frankie reaches into his field pack and pulls out a bottle of liquid shoe polish. By using it to paint engines, horizontal tailfins and a string of bombs, he turns the broken-cross portion of the peace symbol into a planform view of a B-52 on a bombing run.

 

NARRATOR

Yeah, 1975 was a crazy time.

 

DISSOLVE TO:

 

EXT DAY- THE BACKYARD OF KEVIN'S AND WINNIE'S HOME (1990).

There is an in-ground swimming pool. Winnie and the three children swim while Kevin, in swim trunks and a T-shirt, places hamburgers on a gas grill on the pool deck.

 

NARRATOR

Still, looking back, I can't really say that 1990 was any less crazy. But during the Summer of 1990, the craziness of the time was like a distant thunder in the lives of our family. We were just an ordinary middle class suburban couple with three kids. Winnie and I never considered ourselves Yuppies, but in fact, some people started referring to us as "Hope and Michael" because we looked so much like the couple in the TV show thirtysomething. Anyway, life was good. The great thing about both of us working for school systems was that we had two months of summer vacation, just like the old days. When we were little, that meant playing ball in the streets, catching fireflies in Harper's Woods, and riding our bikes up to The Point and gliding downhill. Gradually that gave way to summer jobs, burgers and milkshakes, and cruising up to The Point in my old Oldsmobile and staying up there for a while. In 1990, the operative phrase for summer vacation was "quality time" with the children and with each other.

 

Kevin closes the grill lid as Winnie comes partially out of the pool, sitting on the edge of the deck with her legs still in the water. Kevin takes off his shirt and sits next to her, putting his legs in the water also. They put their arms around each other as they watch the children swimming.

 

DISSOLVE TO:

 

EXT NIGHT- THE SAME VIEW

with the pool lit by underwater lighting and the backyard lit by floodlights. A stereo system plays contemporary soft rock music. A large crowd of people of different ages enjoy a party, eating, drinking or swimming. The three Arnold children entertain several other children including COURTNEY ARNOLD, their blond-haired, 9 year old female cousin. Kevin barbecues steaks and chicken on the grill while Winnie keeps a buffet table stocked and in order next to the grill.

 

NARRATOR

Back when Winnie and I lived across the street from each other, her parents had an annual backyard barbecue which was one of the social highlights of the summer in our neighborhood. In 1990, we had reestablished that tradition in our own little suburb. We usually held it the first Saturday after I got back from Annual Training. We invited friends, neighbors, fellow faculty members from both our schools, buddies of mine from Third Tank Battalion, and of course, any family members who could make the trip.

 

Wayne Arnold approaches Kevin with a beer in his hand.

 

WAYNE

Hey, Kev! Is Wart here yet?

 

KEVIN

Yeah, he's around somewhere.

 

WAYNE

Good! I need to talk to both of you about the new contract offer from Bradley's.

 

KEVIN

Hey, Wayne! This is a party, not a business meeting!

 

WAYNE

Yeah, but this is really big, and you're still a part owner. We're talking at least a twenty percent increase in the net profits over their previous contract if we can deliver....

 

KEVIN

Wayne!

 

WAYNE

Kev, give credit where credit's due. Render unto Caesar and all that! I mean, could you and Winnie have afforded this pool if it weren't for your shares in the business?

 

KEVIN

Well... you seem to be doing rather well with the business without my input....

 

NARRATOR

My brother Wayne was separated from his wife. I'm not sure if he was burying himself in his work to escape his marital problems, or if working too hard had caused them to begin with. Anyway, it was his weekend with his daughter Courtney, which was good. With what she was going through, she could use the company of her cousins and other kids.

 

INSERT Kevin's point of view looking toward the pool, where Wendy and Courtney jump in for a race.

 

NARRATOR

That's her with Wendy. They're about the same age.

 

Paul and Becky approach the table and grill, holding hands and smiling excitedly.

 

PAUL

Hey, Kev! Winnie! Hey, Wayne!

 

WAYNE

Paul! Becky! Good to see you!

 

KEVIN

Hi, guys!

 

BECKY

Winnie! Come over here, quick!

 

Winnie steps toward them, smiling.

 

WINNIE

Hi, guys!

 

BECKY

We wanted the two of you to be the first to know!

 

WINNIE

Know what?

 

PAUL

We just talked to the doctor and...

 

BECKY

We're expecting in early February!

 

Kevin and Winnie cry out excitedly and exchange embraces with Paul and Becky. Wayne pats Paul and Becky on their shoulders.

 

DAVE WIRTSCHAFTER approaches the group. He is a tall, lean man with a flat-top crewcut.

 

DAVE

Hey! What's this? McKinley High Homecoming?

 

WINNIE

Yeah, kinda!

 

DAVE

Great party, sir!

 

NARRATOR

That was Wayne's old pal, Dave Wirtschafter. Wayne was the only one who called him Wart anymore.

 

KEVIN

Hey, Dave! How many times do I have to tell you? Out of uniform, outside the Armory, it's still Kevin, just like the old days.

 

DAVE

(laughs)

Whatever you say, sir!

 

NARRATOR

Wayne had put Dave to work for Arnold Furniture after his enlistment in the Regular Army was up. A few years later, Paul contacted him through me and Wayne and talked him into enlisting with Third Tank Battalion. So now, in addition to being Supervisor of Quality Control at Arnold Furniture, he was also Sergeant First Class Wirtschafter, one of my platoon sergeants in Bravo Company. He was also something else. As Vietnam faded further and further into history, he was what was becoming an increasingly scarce commodity in all components of the Army; Guard, Reserve and Active: a combat veteran who'd "seen the elephant" as the saying goes. And I was glad to have him.

 

PAUL

Dave! Guess what! Becky and I are expecting! Our first!

 

DAVE

That's great, Paul! Becky! Congratulations!

 

WINNIE

I don't get it. You call him Paul and you still call Kevin "sir." They're both captains, and you've known both of them since we were all kids!

 

DAVE

That's cause Paul ain't my CO anymore! Ma'am!

 

They all laugh.

 

WAYNE

So, Wart! Listen. I've got more details on the proposal from Bradley's.

 

DAVE

Wayne! Do we have to talk about this now?...

 

NARRATOR

Life was sweet. Like I said, the strangeness of the times was still a distant thunder. And, looking back, I was dealing with a different kind of strangeness on a personal level. I mean, hey! Fifteen or twenty years earlier, I would have told anyone they were crazy if they'd told me I'd actually be serving up a barbecue in my own home to, and sharing in the mutual enjoyment of company with...

 

ANOTHER ANGLE shows a close shot of Becky and Paul, arm in arm.

 

NARRATOR

... the vengeful harpy who punched my lights out...

 

The camera pans over to Wayne.

 

NARRATOR

... the Neanderthal older brother I'd fought with every day of my childhood...

 

The camera pans over to Dave.

 

NARRATOR

... and the big goofy kid who once helped Wayne dunk my head into a flushing toilet! And not only that! I was this guy's commanding officer...

 

The camera pans back to Wayne.

 

NARRATOR

... this guy was turning profits from Arnold Furniture that our Dad could've never dreamed of...

 

The camera pans back to Becky and Paul. He has his hand on her belly, smiling lovingly and proudly.

 

NARRATOR

... and this gal was pregnant with Paul Pfeiffer's baby!

 

ANOTHER ANGLE shows the group conversing, and then the camera zooms back and rises to show the entire backyard with the crowd enjoying the party.

 

NARRATOR

Yeah, life is full of strange twists and turns, and most of them you never see coming. But I have to give credit to Paul. The next strange twist, he'd called right on the money!

 

EXT NIGHT- THE BATTALION HEADQUARTERS ARMORY.

It is a 3-story building much larger and more stately than the Company B armory. The sign on the huge front lawn also bears the stallion's head shield and reads:

 

HEADQUARTERS

3D BATTALION 117TH ARMOR

COMMANDING OFFICER

LTC RICHARD J. McKEEVER

COMMAND SERGEANT MAJOR

CSM ARCHIBALD R. BOND

 

NARRATOR

Some National Guard recruiter will probably shoot me for saying this, but if you're an officer or NCO, the Guard demands more than one weekend a month and two weeks in the summer. There are some additional weekends of duty, some additional active duty periods for advanced schooling, and in some states like mine, some meetings on Wednesday nights.

 

INT NIGHT- A ROOM IN THE ARMORY.

Kevin and several other OFFICERS AND NCOS are seated around a large conference table, all in BDUs, including LT COL MCKEEVER, the battalion commander, a medium-built man in his mid-40s. They all look toward one end of the table where Paul and Lt Vogel stand before a map of the Fulda Gap in Germany. The map has acetate overlays depicting unit positions and axes of advance. Paul uses a pointer for the map as he speaks.

 

NARRATOR

Which is why I'll never forget that the night of August First, 1990 was a Wednesday night.

 

PAUL

Now, according to this scenario, President Gorbachev has been overthrown by a coalition of hardline communists in the Politburo, who have then launched an invasion of Germany to seize the economic and industrial power base of the Rhine and Ruhr valleys....

 

Kevin looks only mildly interested.

 

NARRATOR

It's called ARTBASS. Never mind what it stands for. Let's just say that it's an annual command post exercise that involves a couple of days' worth of operational planning followed by a couple of days' worth of a computer-generated wargame. Since the Guard operates part-time, the planning stage is done piecemeal over several months.

 

PAUL

... in the brigade axis of advance include elements of the 79th Motorized Rifle Division and the 8th Tank Division which have both been attrited to 30 percent strength. Within the Third-One Seventeenth's axis, we can expect to encounter the One-forty fourth Motorized Rifle Regiment equipped with BMPs and T-72s....

 

NARRATOR

That evening, I began thinking about what Winnie had said, about our training to fight an army that no longer really existed. And even if she never came out and said it, I was beginning to wonder if it was a waste of time!

 

Paul hands the pointer to Lt Vogel.

 

PAUL

Lieutenant Vogel will present the terrain analysis for our area of operations.

 

LT VOGEL

The primary water obstacles include the Fulda river....

 

Kevin leans back, rolling his eyes.

 

NARRATOR

God, I definitely didn't need to hear this! Hell, Winnie and I lived there for almost four years! I was leading a platoon all across that terrain for real while this babe in the woods was playing kickball in fifth grade! And even when I was actually staring across the barbed wire and minefields and they were staring back at me, I knew the Soviet Army was never going to come storming through the Fulda Gap.

 

INT NIGHT- A HALLWAY IN THE ARMORY.

Kevin and Paul step out from behind a door on which the lettering reads:

 

S-2

CPT P.J. PFEIFFER

2LT A.C. VOGEL

 

PAUL

So when are you guys leaving?

 

They start down the hall toward a stairwell.

 

KEVIN

Saturday.

 

PAUL

You going up the Shenandoah Valley?

 

They go down the stairwell.

 

KEVIN

Maybe. We're gonna see the sights in Washington first-- the Vietnam Memorial, the Smithsonian, the Capitol. Then we'll try to hit all the major Civil War battlefields: Bull Run, Fredericksburg, Antietam, then end up at Gettysburg before coming home. Hey, since I'm teaching that Senior Honors Course on the Civil War this year, can I write this off as a business expense? It's research.

 

PAUL

Yeah, I'm sure some of it you could, but don't stretch the truth too far....

 

EXT NIGHT- THE BATTALION HEADQUARTERS ARMORY.

Paul and Kevin exit the front door and head toward the parking lot.

 

PAUL

And when you get to Antietam, make sure you visit the William McKinley monument.

 

KEVIN

What about it?

 

PAUL

(smiling mysteriously)

You'll see.

 

They come up to Paul's BMW. Paul unlocks the door.

 

KEVIN

So anyway, if you and Becky can't make it Friday, we'll see you when we get back.

 

Paul gets in the BMW.

 

PAUL

Yeah. Have a safe trip.

 

KEVIN

Thanks.

 

He continues down the parking lot for several seconds toward his own car.

 

PAUL

(screams)

Kev!!!

 

Kevin turns around to see Paul sitting at the wheel of his BMW with the window open. Paul is wide-eyed and electrified.

 

PAUL

Come over here! Quick!

 

KEVIN

What?

 

He jogs back toward the BMW. As he reaches it, Paul turns up the volume on the radio. We hear a news announcer's voice.

 

ANNOUNCER

... from the White House. It is now Thursday morning in Kuwait, and there are unconfirmed reports of Iraqi tanks and motorized infantry actually entering the outskirts of Kuwait City. It has been confirmed that a huge force of Iraqi armored vehicles has crossed the border into the tiny nation of Kuwait, which the Iraqi government, under President Saddam Hussein, now claims to be a province of Iraq.....

 

KEVIN

(turning pale)

Oh my God! He's really done it!

 

PAUL

(grimly)

Yeah! I told you the bastard was crazy!

 

NARRATOR

Which left only one thing for me to say.

 

KEVIN

Paul? When you said "our next war," were you just talking about the country in general, or did you mean Third Tank?

 

PAUL

Kev, you yourself said we've gone through a lot of trouble to keep the oil flowing out of Kuwait. Iraq's got the fourth or fifth largest army in the world. A very tank-heavy army. Even if we drive 'em out of Kuwait, they can keep counterattacking. We could end up slugging it out with them for years.

(pause)

I mean, don't go canceling your vacation trip on account of this. Third Tank isn't going to war tomorrow. Frankie and the 82nd Airborne might, but it'll be a while before they get to us.

 

KEVIN

But you're saying that eventually...

 

Paul opens the car door and gets out.

 

PAUL

I'd better tell the old man.

 

INT NIGHT- THE ARMORY FOYER. Paul and Kevin reenter as Lt Col McKeever comes down the stairwell.

 

PAUL

Colonel, tell Maintenance to start repainting everything in Desert Tan. Iraq just invaded Kuwait!

 

LT COL MCKEEVER

So?

 

NARRATOR

Hmmm....

 

PAUL

Iraq could cut off half the oil supply of the Free World! I think we're going to war over this, sir.

 

LT COL MCKEEVER

(sighs)

Paul, you've been working too hard on this ARTBASS thing. Go home and sleep it off!

 

Kevin looks at Paul and shrugs as Lt Col McKeever steps outside.

 

NARRATOR

Now, Lieutenant Colonel Rick McKeever, our battalion commander, was no babe in the woods like Alex Vogel. In fact, when he was a twenty-two year old second lieutenant, he got to see the elephant. Up close and personal. At a place they called Hamburger Hill. So maybe Paul and I were taking this whole thing a little too seriously.

 

INT NIGHT- KEVIN'S AND WINNIE'S LIVING ROOM.

Winnie curls up on the couch, watching the ABC News Nightline broadcast of August 1, 1990 covering the invasion of Kuwait on TV. She is mildly anxious. Kevin comes in the front door, and they smile at each other, but there is a tension.

 

KEVIN

Hi.

 

WINNIE

Hi.

 

Kevin takes off his BDU shirt and lays it on the back of a chair before coming up to the couch. Winnie sits up to make room for him. They kiss, and then he holds both of her hands as they quietly watch the conclusion of Nightline on TV. When it ends, she takes the remote and shuts off the TV.

 

KEVIN

I guess the kids are all asleep.

 

WINNIE

Yeah.

 

Kevin gets up and heads for the bedrooms. Winnie joins him and they place their arms around each other.

 

NARRATOR

That night, Winnie and I never said a word about what was happening in the news. The thunder of the times had become louder, but I guess it was still distant. Still, that night, I went into our kids' bedrooms and kissed all three of them as they slept, and when Winnie and I went to bed, we kissed each other a little more passionately and held each other a little tighter than usual. We'd learned, a long time before, that sometimes that was the best we could do for each other.

 

INT DAY- KEVIN'S AND PAUL'S ROOM AT RUYSDAEL (1975).

Kevin and Paul wear khaki summer Class B uniforms. Paul sits on his bed buffing his shoes while Kevin inspects himself in the mirror. Winnie sits on Kevin's bed, holding a notebook and a political science textbook on her lap. A small black and white TV is on, with a news program reporting on the North Vietnamese invasion of the South.

 

WINNIE

Do you guys really need to wear your uniforms to Poli-Sci class?

 

KEVIN

(shrugs)

Well, we've got Military Science right afterward, and we really don't have time to rush all the way back here and change.

 

PAUL

(laughs)

What's the matter, Winnie? You ashamed to be seen in public with us in uniform?

 

Winnie hesitates, partially distracted by the TV news.

 

WINNIE

No!

(smiles and shakes her head)

It's just that you guys take so much abuse in that class!

 

INT DAY- A CLASSROOM.

Kevin and Winnie sit near the back of the class, Paul on Kevin's other side, Frankie in front of Paul and also in uniform, the three conspicuous among about fifteen OTHER STUDENTS. The shades are down. Professor BEN KLINGHOFF stands at a projector at the back, showing the Leni Riefenstahl documentary Triumph of the Will.

 

NARRATOR

Actually, being in ROTCee in 1975 was no big deal. Other than having to keep your hair short with no beard, and wearing a uniform two periods a week, you were just another student.

 

On a screen at the front, we see scenes of Hitler being welcomed by the townspeople of Nuremberg; Hitler Youth children participating in boisterous competitive sports; Storm Troopers goose-stepping in review before a cheering populace; Hitler walking up an aisle in the midst of thousands of SS and Storm Troopers in perfectly aligned ranks, to stand and address them from a marble Roman-style forum with flying swastika flags and sculpted Nazi eagles atop columns. The film ends, and Klinghoff, a short, balding, mustached man in his forties, shuts off the projector.

 

KLINGHOFF

Lights, please!

 

Students raise the curtains and turn on the lights.

 

KLINGHOFF

Any comments?

 

1ST STUDENT

Pretty shallow piece of propaganda!

 

2ND STUDENT

I can't believe this film won so many awards. The propaganda aspects were so obvious!

 

1ST STUDENT

That's cause the boor-geese classes of the world gave their tacit endorsement to Hitler's genocide and oppression!

 

FRANKIE

Or maybe it's because, when this movie was made in 1936, the world couldn't have known about the genocide. Most of the concentration camps hadn't been built yet, and there were no credible reports outside Germany about those that did exist.

 

2ND STUDENT

A rather biased opinion, isn't it?

 

FRANKIE

No, I'm just citing the historical record here....

 

1ST STUDENT

A historical record created by the boor-geese class who chose to turn a blind eye to Hitler's oppression.

 

Kevin and Paul look at Frankie, ready to jump to his aid. Winnie squirms anxiously in her seat.

 

KLINGHOFF

Okay, so what other feelings did you have watching this?

 

3RD STUDENT

I got chills down my spine! Seeing them use the eagle, the symbol of fascist oppression... I could almost see the fascist eagle spreading its oppressive wings over all of Europe!

 

FRANKIE

Sure! In twenty-twenty hindsight after World War Two's been over for thirty years!

 

KLINGHOFF

Well, actually, the eagle wasn't the traditional symbol of Fascism....

 

NARRATOR

There! No reason to get paranoid and defensive over all this!

 

KLINGHOFF

It's a much older symbol... of European Imperialism!

 

Kevin and Frankie look at each other, and then at the American Eagle crests on their uniform garrison caps which sit on their desk tops. Kevin slowly slips his cap off the desk and under his seat as Winnie looks sympathetically at him.

 

NARRATOR

On the other hand...

 

KLINGHOFF

What other feelings did it stir up? How about those scenes with the Hitler Youth, playing all those games and drinking milk? Didn't it make it look like the Hitler Youth was the most wholesome children's club in the world? Didn't you just want to join in on all the fun?

 

Kevin, Paul and Frankie smile cynically at Klinghoff while the remainder of the class except Winnie shake their heads in denial. Winnie continues her sympathetic look toward Kevin and Paul.

 

1ST STUDENT

No, that was too blatant and naked a ploy by the Nazis, to lull the boorgeese into a false sense of security.

 

FRANKIE

That's bourgeoisie!!!

(whispers to Kevin and Paul)

Dumb-ass would-be radical doesn't even know how to pronounce his own rhetoric!

 

KLINGHOFF

Well, then. How about those scenes at the rally itself? How did you feel, seeing those tens of thousands of SS Storm Troopers lined up in mass formation?

 

3RD STUDENT

That really gave me chills. They looked like neatly trimmed hedges at first. Then I realized they were men. The same men who ran the death camps and killed all those millions!

 

KLINGHOFF

But didn't the image make you wish you were one of them? Didn't you wish you could stand there in those ranks and be one of Hitler's all-powerful elite guard?

 

There is more head-shaking in denial among the class.

 

4TH STUDENT

(to Frankie, Paul and Kevin)

I'm sure you guys did! After all, ROTCee does rhyme with Nazi!

 

NARRATOR

Ooohh!!!

 

The three flush with rage, especially Frankie, with Winnie wincing in pain for Kevin, as the rest of the class laughs with some applause.

 

FRANKIE

(softly to Paul and Kevin)

Lock and load! Fix bayonets!

(calmly and evenly to the rest of the class)

No, that's just not the way it is....

 

KLINGHOFF

Oh, come on, Mr. Molina! Surely it must have stirred up your Fascist blood!

 

Frankie flushes even redder, his jaw hardening, his fists clenching.

 

NARRATOR

We sat there, bracing ourselves, waiting for Frankie Molina to explode into a homicidal rage. And then it happened.

 

Paul stands up suddenly.

 

PAUL

Look, we don't have to take this crap! Doctor Klinghoff, with all due respect, sir! Excuse me, but if it weren't for some other men who wore this uniform, this country would be a Fascist state! Only you and I wouldn't be around to see it! I would've never been born, and my parents would have been gassed and cremated in a concentration camp. Along with you and your family, Doctor Klinghoff! So get off our case, will you? Sir! Please!

 

The entire class, including Klinghoff and especially Kevin and Winnie, is shocked into total silence.

 

NARRATOR

Yep, you were just another student!

 

EXT DAY- THE CAMPUS GREEN.

Kevin, Winnie, Paul and Frankie walk from the Poli-Sci class down the length of the green toward the Army ROTC building. Winnie remains quiet and pensive for most of the conversation.

 

KEVIN

Hey, Paul! You're really eating up all this Army stuff, aren't you!

 

PAUL

Hey! I don't know about you guys, but that "ROTCee rhymes with Nazi" crap really got to me!

 

KEVIN

Yeah, but I've known you all my life, and this is the first time I've ever seen you tell off any teacher!

 

PAUL

Klinghoff's a pompous ass! We don't have to take this crap!

(laughs)

Besides, if I hadn't said something first, Frankie would have killed him!

 

FRANKIE

Nahhh! Rearranged his face a little, but not killed him....

 

PAUL

(to Frankie)

Seriously, though, it's about time someone else besides you got a few good lines in!

 

KEVIN

God! I've created a monster!

 

They slow down as Paul looks at Kevin.

 

PAUL

Hey, Kev. I don't know if you realize this or not, but I'm no longer in this just because you need a buddy to be in the program with you. I like the program! I'm probably going to finish it and accept a commission. At least in the Guard or Reserves.

 

Winnie becomes visibly bothered by this.

 

KEVIN

(laughs)

God, I have created a monster!

 

PAUL

No, if anyone's created a monster, it's Captain Ward. He's really shown me that soldiering is an honest and respectable profession, just like optometry or law or teaching. Certainly an honorable profession if not outright noble.

 

WINNIE

(skeptically)

Captain Ward. He's the one who wears the black cowboy hat and the sword when you guys are marching, right?

 

FRANKIE

Cavalry hat. And saber.

 

KEVIN

Yeah, that's Captain Ward, all right.

 

WINNIE

He gives me the creeps....

 

KEVIN

What?

 

FRANKIE

Mad Tom Ward gives you the creeps!

 

WINNIE

There's just something about him that I don't like.... Something that frightens me.

 

KEVIN

Hey, come on! You've never even really met him! He's a helluva nice guy!

(takes her hand)

As a matter of fact, we've got a few minutes before class starts. Why don't you come in and I'll introduce you!

 

WINNIE

No!... No, thanks!

 

PAUL

Nothing to be afraid of, Winnie! You'll like him. He doesn't bite!

 

FRANKIE

Yeah! He might even end up recruiting you! You know, we don't have very many women, but ROTCee has been co-ed for a couple of years now.

 

Winnie gives Frankie a brief, exasperated glare and then gives Kevin a pleading look. He lets go of her hand and she walks on toward the dorm as the three boys enter the Army ROTC building.

 

NARRATOR

And so, off we went to Military Science class, to learn how to kill and eat babies and operate concentration camps.

 

INT DAY- A CLASSROOM IN THE ARMY ROTC BUILDING.

Capt Ward conducts the class with Kevin, Paul, Frankie, Gary Robbins and several other cadets, all in summer khaki uniforms. On the chalkboard behind hind is written:

 

Factors in Military History analysis:

Political

Economic

Religious

Social

Technological

 

CAPT WARD

Okay, good. Can you think of any other long term effects of the Gettysburg Campaign?

 

CADET

Well, it gave General Custer a big head that got him killed a few years down the road!

 

There is some laughter among the class.

 

CAPT WARD

Okay, we'll go into more detail about the emergence of the Union Cavalry later. But how many of you think that that's a valid assessment?

 

Three other cadets including Gary raise their hands. Capt Ward nods.

 

CAPT WARD

Yeah, you know, even the current Army manuals and textbooks on Armored Cavalry operations take cheap shots at Custer. Okay, to digress a little here, this is just Mad Tom Ward's personal opinion here, but let's say you served brilliantly and heroically for fifteen years, and then one day got killed under circumstances where there were no reliable witnesses who survived. The only eyewitnesses were all on the other side and even they conflicted. And the evidence says maybe, maybe you screwed up. I'm not asking for an answer here. Just ask yourself: would you want to have your fifteen years of brilliance erased, and be remembered only for that one screwup that may or may not have happened?

 

NARRATOR

It was kinda strange. And sad. You could see in his eyes that Mad Tom Ward, the hardcore John Wayne traditionalist, was hurting. And you knew he wasn't just hurting over some dead historical figure from a hundred years ago.

 

FRANKIE

Kinda like Richard Nixon!

 

The class laughs, and Capt Ward smiles.

 

CAPT WARD

Kinda like a lot of people I can think of. Okay, what are some of the other long-term effects of Gettysburg?

(points to chalkboard)

Let's go back to these five factors. What about some of the effects on the political situation?

 

PAUL

I'd say the biggest political effect had to be that it killed off the possibility of the British recognizing the Confederacy.

 

FRANKIE

No, didn't that pretty much happen earlier with Antietam and the Emancipation Proclamation?

 

CAPT WARD

You're both right in a way. Okay, Kevin. What can you add to this discussion?

 

KEVIN

Well, the Emancipation Proclamation had made it difficult politically for the British and the other Europeans to oppose the Union based on the slavery issue, but it was still undecided.

 

CAPT WARD

(nods and smiles encouragingly)

So . . .

 

KEVIN

Well, Gettysburg pretty much let the world know that the Confederacy had no way of winning the war.... So foreign recognition may or may not have been viable at the start, but Gettysburg was the final nail in the coffin.

 

CAPT WARD

Okay, I'll buy that. What about some of the other political outcomes of Gettysburg?

 

GARY

It gave Lincoln a great opportunity to make a big political speech!

 

CAPT WARD

(mildly irritated)

Is that what it was, Gary?

 

GARY

Sure, sir. People remember it more than they remember the battle. That's what they remember Lincoln for the most, don't they?

 

CAPT WARD

But was that his intent? It definitely had a long-term political impact, so I'm not arguing that that's an incorrect answer. But was politics his motivation? Was he saying, "Hey! Remember this in the next election!"?

 

GARY

I... I don't know. Maybe.

 

Capt Ward reaches toward the desk and picks up a copy of the book The Twentieth Maine by John J. Pullen. He opens it.

 

CAPT WARD

This is a good book, by the way. Highly recommended reading for anyone interested in military leadership. And it also has the best perspective on Lincoln's few words that I've ever seen:

"Today, Lincoln's Gettysburg Address is usually surrounded by an aura quite different -- the softness of spring weather on Memorial Day, the serenity of events past and gone, forever unchangeable. But Lincoln spoke here in November 1863, with another bleak winter coming on and victory nowhere in sight. And some of his urgent meaning, as it applied to that day, has been lost in the music of the words.

"...This was a fighting speech, in a sense a continuation of the Gettysburg battle effort, using as its motivating emotional force the inspiration of the deeds and sacrifices of Union soldiers on a field where their presence could still be felt. 'It is for us, the living, rather to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they have thus far so nobly advanced.'

"The issue was still to be decided. The war was far from won. Let's push on with it, said Abraham Lincoln...."

 

He closes the book and looks out at the class, all of whom are sobered and silent, some blinking.

 

CAPT WARD

Was that politics?

 

EXT DAY- THE REAR OF THE ARMY ROTC BUILDING.

Kevin, Paul, Frankie and most of the other members of the Military Science class exit and step onto the back patio, where they discover puddles of animal blood splashed onto the patio floor. As Capt Ward follows onto the patio, three plastic bags full of more blood are thrown at the patio from the campus green, rupturing and splattering on the uniform trousers of Kevin, Paul, some of the other cadets, and Capt Ward.

 

ANOTHER ANGLE

shows Baxter Schultz and about a dozen other protestors standing on the green nearby, carrying signs.

 

BAXTER

(screams)

That's the blood on your hands from Vietnam, you Fascist murderers!

 

PROTESTERS

(chanting)

R-O-T-C off campus! U.S. out of Vietnam!

 

They repeat the chant over and over as they walk away slowly. Capt Ward turns to a cadet.

 

CAPT WARD

Go get the colonel!

 

The cadet reenters the building. Frankie leans over, dips his finger in the blood and sniffs it.

 

FRANKIE

It's just pig blood.

 

PAUL

Really? How can you tell?

 

FRANKIE

I'm half Filipino. My grandmother actually cooks this stuff!

 

PAUL

And you eat it?

 

FRANKIE

Not since I was old enough to realize what the hell I was eating!

 

LIEUTENANT COLONEL DENNIS HUGGARD, the Instructor Group commander, steps out onto the patio. He is a medium height but heavy-framed man in his forties with a crew cut, and wears Infantry branch insignia and a 101st Airborne Division patch as prior wartime unit.

 

CAPT WARD

Tench-- HUT!

 

He and the cadets snap to attention.

 

LT COL HUGGARD

As you were.

 

They relax. Capt Ward and Lt Col Huggard look at the blood, then stare stone faced at the chanting protectors, Huggard with his arms across his chest.

 

CAPT WARD

(with a tinge of bitterness)

Remember, guys! The Army exists to protect these people!

 

PAUL

The Voltaire Paradox, sir?

 

CAPT WARD

(nods)

The Voltaire Paradox.

 

KEVIN

(puzzled, to Paul)

The what?

 

LT COL HUGGARD

All right! Listen up! I want all of you to think about something here!

 

The cadets turn toward Huggard. He lowers his arms.

 

LT COL HUGGARD

I want you all to think about what's happening here. Now, the Army puts a lot more money and intensity into the cadets at West Point than into you folks. But there's one thing inherent about ROTCee that makes better officers, and the Army's finally catching onto this. Those of you who stick with the program: when you pin on those gold bars, your beliefs, your moral convictions, and your dedication to duty will have been challenged, tested and tempered in a way they simply can't over at West Point. Right here in this forge... the Real World. The guys at West Point don't have to live, eat and study with those people. You do, so you're one-up on the West Pointers! You guys got that?

 

ALL CADETS

Yes, sir!

 

EXT DAY- THE DORMITORY BUILDING.

Winnie sits on the grass under a shade tree, reading a textbook. Kevin and Paul approach the building, still in uniform with blood-spattered trousers, and both angry. Winnie gasps as she sees them, then stands and rushes up to them

 

WINNIE

Oh, my gosh, Kevin! Are you guys hurt? What happened?

 

KEVIN

No, we're okay. It's probably not even human blood.

 

WINNIE

What happened?

 

Kevin looks at her and places his hand on her shoulder, then blinks and shakes his head.

 

KEVIN

Listen, Winnie. I'd rather not talk about it now! Okay?

 

WINNIE

As long as you're not hurt.

 

They continue to the dormitory entrance, Winnie lagging behind with a confused look.

 

PAUL

Come on. Let's get these things in the wash before it sets

 

INT NIGHT- KEVIN'S AND PAUL'S ROOM.

Kevin sits at his desk, Paul on his own bed, and Winnie on Kevin's bed. Winnie holds a General Psychology textbook open.

 

NARRATOR

As I was saying, all in all we were just ordinary college Freshmen....

 

WINNIE

Right. The collective unconscious.

 

KEVIN

That was Anna Freud. The concept that, through the evolution of man and civilization, we've all inherited a common core of experiences, memories, instincts and basic response patterns.

 

WINNIE

(smiles)

Right concept, wrong person. It was Carl Jung.

 

PAUL

At least he was one of Sigmund Freud's proteges. You were close.

 

Frankie enters the room. He appears stunned.

 

KEVIN

Hi, Frankie! We're studying for the Psych quiz. Wanna join us?

 

FRANKIE

You mean you guys are still studying for Gorley's class? I thought you guys would've started packing by now! At least you should've, Kev!

 

PAUL

Packing for what?

 

FRANKIE

My God! You guys didn't get the word?

 

KEVIN

No. We've been studying up here since dinner. What word?

 

FRANKIE

President Ford's ordered a full reserve mobilization! That means ROTCee's shutting down in all the colleges nationwide. All the advanced cadets are gonna get commissioned and put on active duty right away. The basic cadets are being given the choice of either getting out completely or going to a crash-course Officer Candidate School at Fort Benning. Except for you and me, Kev. We're on scholarship status, so that means we have to go to Benning for O-C-S.

 

Kevin, Paul and Winnie are stunned, Winnie turning pale with her eyes glazing over.

 

KEVIN

What?

 

PAUL

Why?

 

FRANKIE

The North Vietnamese sank one of our missile frigates and a destroyer in the Gulf of Tonkin, damaged a carrier and a couple of other ships. Ford's already ordered airstrikes on Hanoi, the 82nd and 101st Airborne are on their way back over there. Looks like we're going back to 'Nam and finish this whole thing once and for all!

 

Kevin and Paul stare at him with their mouths open. Winnie's eyes begin to water and she starts shaking visibly. She reaches for Kevin's hand and clutches it tightly.

 

KEVIN

When... when do we leave?

 

FRANKIE

Probably in a week. More orders are coming in the morning.

 

WINNIE

Oh, God! No!

 

PAUL

The non-scholarship guys.... Do we go the same time you do?

 

FRANKIE

We'll know more in the morning.

(sighs heavily)

Man! It looks like today's going to be another date which will live in infamy! April First, 1975....

 

Kevin and Paul nod in grim agreement, and then do a double-take.

 

KEVIN

This whole thing's an April Fool's gag!!!

 

PAUL

You jerk!

 

Frankie bursts out laughing as Kevin and Paul start throwing pillows, caps, paperback books and other non-lethal objects at him. Kevin and Paul laugh with him until Winnie suddenly stands up, still crying.

 

WINNIE

You're sick, Frankie! That's the sickest thing I've ever heard in my life!

 

KEVIN

Winnie...

 

He reaches after Winnie's hand, but she pulls it away and storms out of the room.

 

INT NIGHT- THE DORM HALLWAY.

Winnie rushes down the hallway with Kevin following. She enters the Women's bathroom and slams the door in his face. We hear her sobbing inside. Paul and Frankie step into the hallway and Kevin walks back toward them, glaring at Frankie.

 

PAUL

(to Frankie)

Nice play, Shakespeare!

 

FRANKIE

( defensively )

Hey! What did I do? Screw 'em if they can't take a joke!

 

Kevin rushes at Frankie and slams him into the wall.

 

KEVIN

(screams )

Butthead!

 

NARRATOR

At that moment, I think I could have killed Frankie. For hurting Winnie. For bringing her face to face with her worst possible nightmare.

 

FRANKIE

Hey, lighten up, Kev! You guys thought it was funny, too, until she started crying.

 

Kevin grabs Frankie's collar with both fists and pushes him against the wall.

 

KEVIN

No, it's not funny!

 

Paul steps in and pries them apart, but Kevin maintains his grip on Frankie's collar.

 

PAUL

Kev, calm down!

 

FRANKIE

Yeah. What's so terrible about it? Look, you and Winnie are engaged or pretty serious or something, right?

 

KEVIN

Yeah! So what?

 

FRANKIE

Think about it, man! What I just said wasn't that farfetched! That's what they did with ROTCee in World War Two. And what happens after we graduate? You guys might have to face that reality someday.

 

Kevin looks blankly at Frankie with his mouth open, and slowly relaxes his grip.

 

NARRATOR

And that's when it hit me! Frankie hadn't brought Winnie face to face with her worst possible nightmare. I had.

 

FRANKIE

What's with her, anyway?

 

Kevin's grip tightens on Frankie's collar again.

 

PAUL

Kev, he doesn't know!

(pauses)

You... you want me to tell him?

 

Kevin releases his grip.

 

KEVIN

(sighs)

No, I'll tell him.

 

INT NIGHT- KEVIN'S AND PAUL'S ROOM

as they and Frankie reenter.

 

KEVIN

Look, Frankie. War and Vietnam are very painful subjects for Winnie. Her only brother was killed over there in Sixty-Eight, back when we were only twelve years old. She's never really gotten over it. In a way, I'm surprised she's not out there picketing our building and throwing blood at us.

 

PAUL

And that's no April Fool's joke, either!

 

FRANKIE

Aww, man! I didn't know! I'm sorry!

 

NARRATOR

It was the first time I'd ever seen Frankie Molina look embarrassed about anything. And as mad as I was for his upsetting Winnie, in a way I was glad that only Paul and I were there to see it.

 

INT NIGHT- WINNIE'S ROOM.

Winnie sits alone on her bed with a single desk lamp on, keeping the room dim. A small black and white TV is on, with a local late night news program reporting on the progress of the North Vietnamese invasion of the South. She holds the framed portrait of herself and her brother Brian. Her misty-eyed gaze shifts around from the photo to the TV to her reflection in her dresser mirror. Kevin comes to the partly open door, knocks, and then enters.

 

KEVIN

Winnie, are you okay?

 

WINNIE

Hi. Come in.

 

KEVIN

Listen. Frankie asked me to tell you he's really sorry. In fact, he's asking if he can come up here and tell you himself .

 

NARRATOR

I think by now I knew Winnie well enough to know that an apology from either me or Frankie wouldn't do any good. But I also knew she needed me.

 

WINNIE

I don't want to talk to Frankie....

(pauses and blinks back tears)

I was just sitting here, thinking about Brian. Thinking about how he should have finished college by now... how he might have been married with kids. How he has no real legacy other than our memories of him... and thinking about how you and I are as old now as he was when he died....

 

She stands and hugs him tightly, tears streaming. He hugs her as tightly.

 

WINNIE

Hold me, Kevin. Just hold me. Don't ever leave me.

 

KEVIN

I won't, Winnie. I'm right here.

 

DISSOLVE TO:

 

EXT DAY- KEVIN'S AND WINNIE'S HOME (1990).

The family van pulls out of the driveway.

 

INT DAY- THE VAN

as it drives onto a freeway with Kevin at the wheel, Winnie next to him, Jack II and Wendy in the middle seat and Brian in the back seat. We hear a news announcer on the radio as Kevin and Winnie frown anxiously.

 

ANNOUNCER

... 82nd and 101st Airborne Divisions to Saudi Arabia. Military analysts consider this deployment to be largely a symbolic gesture, in the face of the largely mechanized Iraqi forces which have invaded Kuwait and threaten the remainder of the Arabian peninsula. Analysts anticipate the eventual deployment of U.S. armored and mechanized infantry forces to the region....

 

WINNIE

(forcing a smile)

82nd Airborne. Looks like Frankie's in his element again!

 

KEVIN

That's Frankie. Any hot spot in the world. Have gun and parachute, will travel.

 

The radio news transitions to a weather report.

 

WINNIE

Yeah. I wonder what the divorce rate is in the 82nd Airborne.

 

KEVIN

I don't know, but that's probably why Frankie never married in the first place.

 

WINNIE

It's a shame. He and Maureen were real sweet on each other back at Ruysdael. I guess that was his only really serious relationship.

 

KEVIN

Yeah, but as I recall, you were trying to push her on Paul.

 

WINNIE

I was not!

(laughs)

Well, maybe at first! But I didn't discourage Frankie.

 

KEVIN

It wouldn't have worked out anyway. Frankie and Maureen are both too independent and free spirited. And strong-willed.

 

WINNIE

Well, so are Paul and Becky, and they're happy.

 

KEVIN

At least Frankie and Maureen still keep in touch.

 

WINNIE

So maybe there's still hope. After they're both ready to settle down.

 

KEVIN

Come on! After twelve years?

 

The radio news ends, and we hear the song Cherish by The Association. Winnie smiles and sits back in her seat, relaxing.

 

The three children look at each other, pointing their index fingers into their open mouths and sticking out their tongues, then laugh.

 

BRIAN ARNOLD

Hey, Mom! How about some real music?

 

Winnie looks back at the children.

 

WINNIE

Excuse me?

 

BRIAN ARNOLD

Z Ninety Eight! The second button!

 

WENDY

Yeah!

 

JACK II

Z Ninety Eight!

 

NARRATOR

Z Ninety Eight. In our home town, it was the McDonald's of Pop Music. Anything over six months old wasn't considered an Oldie, it was considered Classical!

 

KEVIN

Guys! A little consideration here! This is one of your Mom's favorites!

 

WINNIE

That's okay, Kevin. If you don't mind.

 

KEVIN

What the heck! We're outvoted!

 

Winnie pushes the second radio preset button, and we hear Yesterday by The Beatles with Paul McCartney singing solo. She looks at the radio frequency display, which reads "98.1" and is puzzled.

 

BRIAN ARNOLD

Mom! The second button!

 

WINNIE

It is! Ninety-Eight point One! Look!

 

She punches the button again and the radio remains unchanged.

 

KEVIN

(laughs)

What's Z-Ninety-Eight doing playing this?

(gasping and turning pale)

Oh my God! Paul McCartney must've died!

 

Winnie also shows a sinking feeling.

 

WINNIE

Yeah! And they're playing this as a tribute to him!

 

She and Kevin listen with apprehension as the song finishes and a Disc Jockey's voice comes on.

 

DISC JOCKEY

Wild Wally Wakefield here with the Z-Ninety-Eight Name That Oldie Contest! We'll take the fifth caller with the correct title and artist at five-five-five-O-nine-eight-one!

 

Kevin and Winnie look at each other in disbelief as the DJ converses with a phone caller on the radio.

 

KEVIN

Name that Oldie?!?

 

WINNIE

(groans)

Oh, God, do I feel old!

 

The three children giggle hysterically.

 

BRIAN ARNOLD

Hey, Mom! Dad! Is it true that Paul McCartney used to sing with Julian Lennon's father?

 

EXT DAY- THE VAN

as it travels down the highway.

 

NARRATOR

There was no denying it. Winnie and I were getting old. Well, Older, anyway.

 

INT DAY- THE VAN

with the family seated as before.

 

NARRATOR

We'd been through everything together. We'd gone through the occasional frictions of childhood friendship, the sparks and fireworks of puppy love, the flames and heat of romance and passion, and now our relationship had matured into the warm steady glow of a home fire, the fire of a home we provided for each other and the children. Still, as in most successful marriages, the flames and heat of passion and romance never died out completely. Our entire past was together, and there were plenty of reminders of what we had always been to each other.

 

Kevin glances over to Winnie and then back to Wendy, smiling at both.

 

NARRATOR

My favorite reminder was my daughter, who looked just like her mother did when she was the little girl growing up across the street. No, it didn't take much to transport Winnie and me back to our youth. Sometimes, all it took was just the right song on the radio....

 

On the radio, we hear Brown-Eyed Girl by Van Morrison. At the guitar introduction, Kevin's and Winnie's eyes brighten. The three children watch in fascination as Kevin sings along with the song. Winnie looks at him with a mixture of girlish adoration, delight and mild embarrassment, especially as he turns and looks into her eyes each time the line "You, my brown-eyed girl!" comes up. All five members of the family sing along with the chorus.

 

EXT DAY- THE VAN as it continues down a freeway. Road signs indicate that they are approaching the Washington DC area.

 

INT DAY- THE VAN.

You Can't Always Get What You Want by the Rolling Stones plays on the radio.

 

WINNIE

... and then we feel this big jolt and hear this crash. And we all get out of the car, and there's this fire hydrant behind us that your Dad never saw.

 

KEVIN

So I'm looking at this big dent in the rear bumper of your grandfather's car. And I start screaming at your Mom and at Paul and at the other guys for believing this crazy rumor about the Rolling Stones! And we drive home figuring your grandfather's gonna kill me! Or at least ground me for the rest of the century!

 

JACK II

And then what happened?

 

KEVIN

So I park you grandfather's car in the driveway, and I wait for him and Grandma to get home from the square dance with the cowboy and his wife. And they pull into the driveway in the cowboy's Cadillac, and the cowboy's foot misses the brake, and he slams into your grandpa's car and smashes the whole rear bumper. And he feels so sorry about it that he pays for all the repairs and doubles his furniture order. And then, your Grandma comes up to me and confesses that she dinged up the rear bumper earlier!

 

They all laugh.

 

JACK II

Grandpa Arnold sounds like he was real mean!

 

KEVIN

No, Jack! Don't ever say that about him, and be proud that you're named after him.

(smiling nostalgically)

Your Grandpa was real tough on the outside, he didn't talk to us much, but he gave his whole life to his family. And under all that roughness, we all knew that he loved your Grandma, he loved your Aunt Karen and Uncle Wayne and me. And he loved your Mom too, even when she was just the girl across the street I played with.

 

Winnie looks over and smiles at him.

 

KEVIN

And he would've loved all you guys too.

 

BRIAN ARNOLD

Hey, Dad! Just one question about that story!

 

KEVIN

What?

 

BRIAN ARNOLD

When you and Mom were kids, who were the most popular? The Rolling Stones, the Beatles

(laughs)

...or Glenn Miller and his Orchestra?

 

Kevin and Winnie glare back at him.

 

NARRATOR

Yeah, our oldest son Brian was just like me-- a wiseguy! And we loved him for it. I mean, at least he wasn't Bart Simpson... yet!

 

KEVIN

Hmm. Maybe we shouldn't have told these guys the story. It might give 'em ideas that'll come back to haunt us later.

 

WINNIE

We had to, Kevin! We had to fulfill the prophecy I made that day!

 

KEVIN

Prophecy?

 

WINNIE

Kevin, do you realize that we just now finally did what I said we were gonna do someday? Tell our children about that night!

 

KEVIN

(blinks, then smiles at her)

You're right! That's what you said that convinced me to make that stupid road trip in the first place!

 

WINNIE

Did you include that story in your manuscript?

 

KEVIN

Well, why don't you read it and see?

 

WINNIE

Kevin, I told you I want to wait until you're finished before I read it. I'm afraid I'll ruin it!

 

KEVIN

Winnie, how could you ruin it? It's about us more than anything else!

 

WINNIE

Yeah, but they're your reminiscences.I don't want to influence them, and I also want to see if you remember things the same way I do.

 

In the middle seat, Wendy reads a woman's magazine.

 

WENDY

Oooh! Gross!

 

WINNIE

What is?

 

WENDY

There's this story here about President and Mrs. Bush. Mrs. Bush says she married the first boy she ever kissed. How yucky!

 

Winnie smiles momentarily and then looks at Wendy with mock indignation.

 

WINNIE

And what, may I ask, young lady, is so yucky about marrying the first boy you ever kissed?

 

WENDY

It's so cornball! It's like going to Baskin-Robbins and ordering vanilla....

(doing a double-take)

Oh my God! You two?!?

 

Brian slaps Wendy on the back of the head.

 

BRIAN ARNOLD

I thought you knew that!

 

WINNIE

Yes, and for your information, your father is not vanilla!

 

KEVIN

Thanks, Winnie.

 

WENDY

(smiling)

So. You want to tell us about it, Mom?

 

Winnie smiles sadly, hesitating.

 

WINNIE

Well... not now, okay, Wendy? Maybe some day....

 

Kevin glances at her.

 

NARRATOR

Yes,after almost twenty-two years, even though it was a moment that changed both our lives forever, a moment we would always treasure, there was still a very painful part to it.

 

EXT DAY- THE VIETNAM WAR MEMORIAL IN WASHINGTON, DC.

Winnie, Kevin and the children, all holding hands, walk up to the 1968 section of the memorial wall and scan the names. Winnie finds, and places her fingers on, the name of Brian Cooper. They all stare somberly at the name for several moments, and then each of the children takes a crayon rubbing of the name. Brian Arnold turns to Winnie.

 

BRIAN ARNOLD

Mom?

 

WINNIE

Yes, Brian?

 

BRIAN ARNOLD

Thanks for naming me after Uncle Brian. I'm proud of that.

 

Winnie hugs him.

 

WINNIE

Thank you, Brian. I'm sure he would've been proud to have you for a nephew, and for you to have his name.

 

They all walk away slowly from the monument, again holding hands.

 

A MONTAGE OF HOME VIDEO FOOTAGE

shows the family visiting the Lincoln, Jefferson and Washington monuments, the Capitol and the Smithsonian Institute.

 

NARRATOR

Once we got past that sad and solemn moment, we went on with our vacation. We were just an ordinary suburban family seeing the sights and getting in touch with history....

 

EXT DAY- THE BULL RUN BATTLEFIELD, MANASSAS, VIRGINIA.

Kevin, Winnie and the children, with Brian operating a video cam, stand on a gently sloping field near a rail fence as a National Parks Service GUIDE speaks to them and OTHER TOURISTS.

 

GUIDE

... at which point, General Barnard Bee rode across the front of his retreating brigade to stop them. He pointed to General Thomas J. Jackson's brigade which was standing fast on that ridge in the face of the advancing Union forces. General Bee cried out, "There stands Jackson like a stone wall! Rally behind the Virginians!" And forever after that moment, General Thomas J. Jackson would he known ...

 

INT DAY- A PIZZERIA.

Kevin, Winnie and the children sit at a table eating pizza for lunch. A large-screen TV sits in a corner showing a talk show. The family members converse cheerfully.

 

NARRATOR

... or at least it started out that way.

 

On the TV, the talk show is suddenly interrupted by the announcement of a network news special report. All heads in the Pizzeria turn toward the TV. An anchorman appears on screen.

 

ANCHORMAN

Good afternoon. The White House and the Pentagon have just announced that President Bush has authorized the activation of twenty-five thousand Reservists and National Guard members as part of the buildup for Operation Desert Shield....

 

WINNIE

Oh my God!

 

She turns pale as she and Kevin look at each other, then at the children. All turn back anxiously to the TV

 

ANCHORMAN

... as to which units will be activated have not yet been released to the public, but those units are being alerted at this time....

 

BRIAN ARNOLD

Dad, do you think that's gonna include you?

 

ANCHORMAN

... has also announced that Active Army units at Fort Stewart, Georgia and Fort Riley, Kansas, Marine units at Camp Lejeune, North Carolina, and Air Force fighter wings at Seymour Johnson Air Force Base, North Carolina and Langley Air Force Base, Virginia have been added to those alerted for possible overseas deployment....

 

KEVIN

Listen! Everybody relax! Stay calm!

 

NARRATOR

Even though I wasn't, deep inside!

 

KEVIN

They said only twenty five thousand, right? And that's Guard and Reserve, Army, Air Force, Navy and Marines. There's almost a half million people in the Army Guard alone. That's more than a twenty to one shot!

 

Winnie and the children look at him, unconvinced.

 

KEVIN

Tell you what. Let's go back to the park and finish the tour, then we'll go back to the motel before business hours are over, and I'll go call the full-timers at Battalion, see what's happening. Okay?

 

INT DAY- AN OFFICE AT THE BATTALION ARMORY.

Captain LEN SZIEMASKO, the battalion full-time training officer, speaks on a phone.

 

SZIEMASKO

No, we heard about it on the news, just like you did. Nothing's come down from higher.

 

INT DAY- A MOTEL ROOM.

Kevin sits on the edge of one bed, listening on the phone as Winnie and the children sit on the other bed watching anxiously.

 

KEVIN

(sighs)

Yeah. I just wanted to be sure. Tell you what, Lenny. I'll check back in a couple of days, just in case.

 

INTERCUT THE TWO SCENES AS THEY CONVERSE.

 

SZIEMASKO

Nah! Don't waste your money!

 

KEVIN

You sure?

 

SZIEMASKO

Think about it, Kev! The brigade's assigned to Third Corps. And Third Corps' mission is Germany, not the Middle East. Third Corps ain't goin' nowhere! So relax and enjoy your vacation!

 

KEVIN

Thanks, Lenny. See ya later.

 

He hangs up, then turns to Winnie and the children, smiling with relief.

 

KEVIN

Nothing's going on. No alert, nothing.

 

Winnie sighs with relief, smiles and puts her arms around Wendy and Jack II.

 

WINNIE

Nothing!

 

KEVIN

Lenny Sziemasko figures we're part of Third Corps and Third Corps wouldn't be involved in any stuff going on in the Middle East. So whaddya say we forget the whole thing, go find a nice restaurant for dinner, go see a movie, then hit Fredericksburg in the morning?

 

The children cheer.

 

EXT DAY- THE CHATHAM MANSION, FREDERICKSBURG, VIRGINIA.

The family members, with Brian again operating the video cam, stand among a small group of tourists as EDGAR CAMERON, a living history reenactor in the uniform of a Union infantry sergeant, stands before a white two-man shelter on the lawn of the mansion.

 

CAMERON

... Yeah, you see the cavalry riding everywhere, but infantry does all the real fighting. I mean, whoever saw a dead cavalryman?

 

Kevin and Winnie both flush and glare at him. Kevin clears his throat very loudly. Cameron glances at them before continuing.

 

CAMERON

Here at Fredericksburg, I watched whole brigades of our infantry charge up Marye's Heights and get cut down as they reached the Rebel line.at the stone wall.It was like watching blue snowflakes fall on the ground and accumulate. Thousands and thousands of dead and wounded lying across that open hillside, the wounded screaming and moaning. That's why we refer to being in combat as "seeing the elephant." As the circus masters say, you ain't been to the circus until you've seen the elephant, because it's the biggest, meanest, scariest thing there is!

(pause)

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.

 

The tourists applaud, then disperse with the Arnolds staying behind.

 

KEVIN

Not bad. Not bad at all. Do you do this for a living year round?

 

CAMERON

No, this is my summer job. I'm a high school History teacher.

 

KEVIN

(brightening)

No kidding! Me too! In fact, I'm teaching a senior honors course on the Civil War this fall.

(shakes Cameron's hand)

Kevin Arnold.

 

CAMERON

Edgar Cameron.

 

KEVIN

This is Winnie-- she's a guidance counselor at another high school. This is Wendy, Jack, and the big guy with the video cam is Brian.

 

Cameron shakes Winnie's hand.

 

CAMERON

Hi. Say, I noticed the two of you took offense to what I said about the cavalry.

(to Kevin)

Uh, you're not a cavalry reenactor, by any chance, are you?

 

KEVIN

No, as a matter of fact, I'm the commanding officer of a tank company in the Army Guard. As my brigade commander likes to put it, "We ain't reenactin' nothin'! We are the cavalry!"

 

CAMERON

Oh! Listen, I'm sorry if I offended you. I used to be in the Guard, too. Eleven Bravo grunt infantry sergeant, just like my character only a hundred twenty years later. I didn't really mean what I said, of course. I was just being in character. That's what the infantry really said about the cavalry back in the Civil War.

 

WINNIE

(sighs)

Yeah. I know.

 

NARRATOR

I was really tempted to fill this guy in on the entirely different reason that Winnie took offense to his remark, but she seemed to have accepted his apology, and I didn't want to embarrass him any further.

 

KEVIN

(to Cameron)

Listen. I've got a question for you. You said the phrase "Seeing the Elephant" came from people saying you haven't been to the circus until you've seen the elephant. How sure are you about that?

 

CAMERON

Well, that's what the researchers in my reenactment company came up with. Why?

 

KEVIN

Circus elephants don't strike me as being particularly mean or scary. I always thought the phrase came from prehistoric tribal traditions: that for ancient man, you weren't considered as having passed into manhood until you'd gone on your first hunt for a mastodon or a woolly mammoth.

 

WINNIE

Kevin, I still say it comes from the old poem about the five blind men.

(to Cameron)

You know, one feels the elephant's leg and thinks it's a tree, another feels its tail and thinks it's a rope, the next feels the trunk and thinks it's a snake and so on. So war is like an elephant in that a lot of people think they know what it is, but nobody really knows until they've actually seen it.

 

CAMERON

(nodding)

I've gotta admit, both of your theories make more sense than what I've been saying. Maybe I should do some of my own research.

 

KEVIN

Okay, tell you what....

 

He takes out his wallet and hands Cameron a business card.

 

KEVIN

This has my armory's address and phone number plus our home phone. If you ever find out anything, let me know.

 

CAMERON

Sure.

(looks at the card)

Tanker, huh? So, you gonna get called up?

 

Kevin and Winnie glance uncomfortably at each other.

 

KEVIN

Nah! I just talked to the full timers in my unit the other day. They're pretty sure, since our Capstone mission is Europe, that we're not gonna be affected.

(looks at the shelter, changing the subject)

Amazing, isn't it? Looks like your standard government issue two-man shelter hasn't changed much in a hundred and thirty years.

 

CAMERON

No, as a matter of fact, the only differences between this and what you're used to is that it's not dyed green, obviously, and it has buttons instead of snaps....

 

EXT DAY- A FREEWAY IN THE SHENANDOAH VALLEY, VIRGINIA,

as the van travels along.

 

NARRATOR

So as our vacation progressed, the thunder of the times continued to make itself heard, but it was still distant. At least Winnie and I convinced ourselves it was.

 

EXT DAY- THE VISITORS CENTER, ANTIETAM BATTLEFIELD, MARYLAND.

The van pulls into the parking lot.

 

EXT DAY- A FOOTPATH ON THE ANTIETAM BATTLEFIELD.

Kevin, Winnie and the Children walk down the path, following signs to the William McKinley monument.

 

NARRATOR

In fact, this trip was not without its share of laughs.

 

WINNIE

You suppose Paul wanted us to check it out because we all went to McKinley high?

 

KEVIN

That's what I was thinking all along, too. But just now back at the Visitors Center, I overheard a couple of people talking about it, so I don't think so.

 

WINNIE

What were they saying?

 

KEVIN

I couldn't make it out too clearly, but I thought I heard the word "ludicrous" somewhere in there.

 

They reach the end of the path and come up to an enormous stone monument. They stand reading the inscriptions, and all open their mouths in amazement.

 

WINNIE

(nodding)

I'd say ludicrous is a good word!

 

JACK II

What's a commissary sergeant?

 

BRIAN ARNOLD

That's what they called the mess sergeant back in those days, right. Dad?

 

KEVIN

Right.

(laughs in disbelief)

I don't believe it! This was the bloodiest single-day battle in American history.... Four thousand dead, twenty thousand wounded....

 

WINNIE

... and just because the guy went on to become President of the United States thirty five years later...

 

KEVIN

... one of the biggest monuments on the whole battlefield...

 

BRIAN ARNOLD

... marks the spot where this one mess sergeant served coffee!

 

INT NIGHT- A MOTEL ROOM.

The door to the adjoining room is open. Winnie sits on the edge of one bed, looking in the mirror and brushing her hair while Wendy lies on her belly on the other bed watching MTV on the TV set, both wearing nightclothes. Kevin comes out of the bathroom wearing sweatpants and a T-shirt, then stands behind Winnie also looking in the mirror as he combs his wet hair. Brian sticks his head in the door from the adjoining room.

 

BRIAN ARNOLD

Hey, Dad! Your brigade's part of Third Corps, right?

 

KEVIN

Uh huh.

 

BRIAN ARNOLD

What are the Regular Army units in Third Corps?

 

KEVIN

Let's see. There's the First Cavalry Division, the Second Armored Division and the Third Armored Cavalry Regiment.

 

BRIAN ARNOLD

That's what I thought. Better come in here. You might want to see what's on CNN.

 

Kevin goes through the doorway as Winnie stands and follows him.

 

INT NIGHT- THE ADJOINING MOTEL ROOM.

Kevin and Winnie stand in the connecting doorway as Brian sits down on one bed with Jack II lying on the other. CNN News is on TV.

 

TV ANNOUNCER

... First Cavalry Division which is actually an armored division, the Second Armored Division both at Fort Hood, Texas and the Third Armored Cavalry Regiment at Fort Bliss, Texas, the First Mechanized Infantry Division at Fort Riley, Kansas and the Twenty Fourth Mechanized Infantry Division at Fort Stewart, Georgia have all begun deployment to Saudi Arabia, joining the 82nd and the 101st Airborne Divisions in Operation Desert Shield....

 

Kevin and Winnie look at each other anxiously.

 

NARRATOR

Hmmm... let's see.... I'll admit I didn't think Iraq was gonna invade Kuwait.... Second Lieutenant Alex Vogel said we'd never go to war over Kuwait. Lieutenant Colonel Rick McKeever said "So what?" when Iraq did invade Kuwait. And Captain Lenny Sziemasko said Third Corps wasn't going anywhere. It seemed there was only one guy in Third Tank Battalion who'd been calling the shots right, all along....

 

INT NIGHT- PAUL'S AND BECKY'S CONDO LIVING ROOM.

Paul and Becky sit on the couch watching a movie on TV. Becky's pregnancy is just beginning to show. The phone rings and she picks if up.

 

BECKY

Hello.

 

INT NIGHT- THE MOTEL ROOM.Kevin and Winnie sit on the edge of one bed with Kevin speaking on the phone.

 

KEVIN

Hi, Becky!

 

INTERCUT THE TWO SCENES AS THEY CONVERSE.

 

BECKY

Kevin! Hi! Where are you guys?

 

KEVIN

We're in a motel in Hagerstown, Maryland. That's about halfway between Antietam and Gettysburg. So, how're you doing... Mom?

 

BECKY

Pretty good. I'm back to work now. I think I'm past the morning sickness stage.

 

KEVIN

Great. Listen, is Paul home?

 

BECKY

Sure. He's right here. But let me talk to Winnie when you're done, okay?

 

KEVIN

Sure.

 

Becky hands the phone to Paul.

 

PAUL

Hey, Kev! What's up?

 

KEVIN

Hey, Paul. We just saw the McKinley Monument at Antietam. We all got a laugh out of it.

 

PAUL

Yeah. I knew you would.

 

KEVIN

Listen. I just heard on the news about the Regular components of Third Corps deploying to Saudi. I don't think any of our full-timers have a clue as to what's really going on. What do you think is really gonna happen with Third Tank?

 

PAUL

Well, we haven't changed our alert posture. So far, the only Guard and Reserve units that have been mobilized are service support units-- supply, transportation, maintenance, medical. No combat units so far. But Lenny Sziemasko did call me at work today to tell me that ARTBASS is postponed. Brigade's throwing out the Fulda Gap scenario and starting over from scratch. I was told to order a whole new set of map sheets....

 

KEVIN

Let me guess! Kuwait and southern Iraq....

 

PAUL

No, no! That'd be way too sensitive, both politically and for operational security! It's the Sinai peninsula. Same kind of desert terrain.

 

KEVIN

Oh. So what's the bottom line?

 

PAUL

Well, Kev, I've been saying all along that it's never been a matter of if, but when. And with parts of Third Corps already on their way over there, when may be even sooner than I thought at first.

 

KEVIN

So should we start heading home?

 

PAUL

Well, you guys were gonna be home in a couple of days anyway, right?

 

KEVIN

Yeah. We were planning to hit Gettysburg tomorrow, planning to take two days to see the place and then heading home.

 

PAUL

I'm sure that'll be okay.

 

KEVIN

(glancing over to Winnie)

Paul? How's Becky taking all this?

 

PAUL

(smiling at Becky)

Great! A lot better than I expected, especially with the baby and everything. How about Winnie and the kids?

 

KEVIN

The same. Better than expected. Tell you what. Go ahead and put Becky on.

 

PAUL

Okay. See you in a few days. Enjoy the rest of your trip.

 

KEVIN

Yeah. See ya.

 

He hands the phone to Winnie.

 

KEVIN

Becky wants to talk to you.

 

WINNIE

Becky! Hi! How're you feeling?

 

NARRATOR

Here it came. They were going to pour out their hearts to each other over the prospect of their men going off to war....

 

WINNIE

That's great! So how many pounds have you put on so far?

 

NARRATOR

Or, fortunately, just get into some plain old-fashioned girl talk!

 

EXT DAY- CEMETERY RIDGE, GETTYSBURG, PENNSYLVANIA.

The family members, with Brian again operating the video cam, stand among a group of tourists watching as a REENACTOR, dressed as a Union artillery private, gestures toward the shallow open valley before them.

 

REENACTOR

... fifteen thousand Rebels in all, marching across that field, shoulder to shoulder. Later I learned it was General Pickett's division. And once they crossed that road, they started making this horrible howling sound! I'd never heard it before, but I knew what it was just from the chill I got down my back. It was the Rebel Yell!....

 

EXT DAY- THE GETTYSBURG NATIONAL CEMETERY.

Winnie stands alone before the monument inscribed with Lincoln's Address. She has a sad but serene smile as Kevin comes up to her and places his arm around her.

 

WINNIE

I've only been here once before. Mom and Dad took me and Brian here when I was about six or seven. Brian would've been thirteen or fourteen. I was way too young to really understand any of it.

 

KEVIN

Yeah. Remember in First Grade, they made the whole class recite the address at the Memorial Day pageant? None of us understood any of it.

 

WINNIE

Yeah. I remember.

 

KEVIN

I never really understood it completely until Freshman year at Ruysdael.

 

WINNIE

Yeah.... Anyway, I've never been back here since that one time. But, I feel such a strong bond with this spot.

 

Kevin squeezes her tightly and kisses her.

 

KEVIN

Yeah. Somehow I knew you would.

 

INT DAY- THE VAN

as it drives down a freeway. Kevin drives while Winnie, Wendy and Jack II sleep in their seats. Brian remains awake and he and Kevin listen to the news on the radio.

 

ANNOUNCER

... debate continues on Capitol Hill over whether or not economic sanctions on Iraq will be sufficient to force the withdrawal of its forces from Kuwait....

 

NARRATOR

It was a good vacation overall. Still, as we left Gettysburg and headed home, I couldn't fight this gnawing feeling inside. I kept wondering if there was a field out there, in some desert in the Middle East, over which George Bush was gonna have to say a few words to comfort the grieving and urge the nation to fight on. And if I was going to be one of those on that field.

 

INT DAY- KEVIN'S AND WINNIE'S DINING ROOM

as the two of them sort through a pile of mail on the dining table. Kevin holds up a card.

 

KEVIN

Hey! A postcard from Frankie!

 

WINNIE

From Saudi Arabia?

 

KEVIN

It's gotta be. It's an APO address and postmark, of course.

(reads)

"Dear Kev, Winnie and kids. Having a miserable time. Glad you're not here. Postcards traditionally depict the local landscape and scenery, and this one is no exception...."

 

He turns over the card. He and Winnie laugh as they see that the card is a plain unmarked tan sheet cut from a file folder.

 

NARRATOR

Funny, isn't it? Here we were, all on the brink of war for real, Frankie Molina writing from the actual theater of operations, and Winnie was actually laughing at something he'd written. I couldn't help noticing that we'd come a long way since the night of April First, 1975.

 

DISSOLVE TO:

 

INT DAY- THE PSYCHOLOGY LECTURE HALL. (1975)

Kevin, Winnie and Paul sit together prior to the start of class, smiling and laughing as they converse. Frankie enters and sits next to them. Winnie glares at him, stops talking and turns away.

 

NARRATOR

Things were kind of strained the next few days. Winnie and I never talked about what had happened. She didn't want to. Still, things were pretty much normal... unless Frankie was around.

 

EXT DAY- THE CAMPUS GREEN.

Kevin and Winnie walk down the green, holding hands with him carrying both their books and notebooks. Frankie lags several feet behind. Paul is in the awkward position of walking almost even with Kevin and Winnie while trying to maintain a conversation with Frankie.

 

NARRATOR

Now, as boneheaded as Frankie's gag may have been in retrospect, Paul and I knew he'd meant no harm. He was our friend-- Winnie's too-- the first real friend we'd made in college, the first one we'd allowed into our little circle from back home. Still, I had to consider Winnie's feelings. All I could do was hope that this whole thing would eventually blow over.

 

INT EVENING- THE DINING HALL.

Kevin, Winnie and Paul sit at a long table eating dinner, Kevin and Winnie facing each other, Paul next to Kevin. Kevin has a notebook on the table with his name on it. Frankie approaches the table carrying a tray and starts to take the seat next to Winnie and opposite Paul.

 

WINNIE

(cool, but not hostile)

Frankie, my roommate's gonna be sitting there.

 

FRANKIE

Okay, sorry....

 

He moves around and takes the seat on Kevin's other side.

 

KEVIN

So, Frankie. I was just telling Winnie and Paul here how I've figured out how Doctor Gorley gets away with acting so crazy in Psych class. Somewhere out there, a psychologist named John B. Gorley is roaming around the country, looking for the escaped inpatient who stole all his credentials!

 

They all laugh.

 

NARRATOR

And for a moment there, it looked like everything was back to normal, and that the whole thing had blown over. And that's when it happened.

 

Winnie looks over at the dinner line where she sees her roommate Maureen with a tray. Winnie beckons her over, and we see Baxter Schultz conversing with Maureen, also holding a tray and following her toward the table.

 

FRANKIE

Oh, God! Look what's coming!

 

PAUL

Is it...? Yes it is!

 

KEVIN

What's he doing with her?

 

WINNIE

I don't know. Who is he?

 

FRANKIE

Lock and load! Fix bayonets!

 

Maureen and Baxter reach the table. Maureen sits next to Winnie and opposite Paul. Baxter puts his tray down on Winnie's other side, but after seeing a glaring Frankie, does not sit.

 

MAUREEN

Winnie, this guy came by the room looking for you, so I thought I'd bring him over.

 

Kevin squints at Baxter.

 

NARRATOR

What?!?

 

BAXTER

So you're Gwendolyn Cooper?

 

WINNIE

(politely and innocently)

Yes. Everyone calls me Winnie.

 

BAXTER

Hi. I'm Baxter Schultz. I'm the secretary for the Ruysdael chapter of Students for Democratic Progress.

(shakes Winnie's hand briefly)

Uh, we're organizing a student rally a week from Friday, and we were wondering if you might want to help us.

 

WINNIE

A rally?

 

BAXTER

A peace rally. A rally to call for the end to all American involvement in Southeast Asia.

 

FRANKIE

(under his breath)

A stab-our-allies-in-the-back rally!

 

NARRATOR

And a get rid of ROTCee rally, only we knew this guy wouldn't have the nerve to say it in front of Frankie Molina.

 

BAXTER

We've already gotten the Administration's approval. It's in conjunction with rallies going on at several colleges across the country at the same time.

 

WINNIE

Oh. Why me?

 

BAXTER

A friend of yours who's in our chapter all the way up at Alaska State called us. Uhh... she gave us your name and told us about your brother. She said you might be sympathetic to our movement.

 

Winnie looks thoughtfully at Baxter while Kevin shows a rapidly sinking feeling. Kevin takes a drink from a glass on his tray.

 

NARRATOR

Now, wait a minute! There was only one person I could think of that Winnie knew in the entire state of Alaska! And that person was...

 

WINNIE

Karen.

 

BAXTER

Uh huh. Karen Arnold. She mentioned how you and your brother lived across the street from her.

 

Kevin flushes and chokes briefly on his drink.

 

NARRATOR

Arrgh! My own sister! Nobody ever told her the Sixties were over. She majored in Radical Chic as an undergraduate, and was now in the graduate program for Social and Political Activism!

 

Winnie sits pensively, avoiding eye contact with Kevin.

 

WINNIE

So... what did Karen think I could do for you?

 

BAXTER

We were wondering if you could say a few words at the rally. About your brother. So nobody ever again has to die needlessly like he did. Karen spoke very highly of your public speaking skills.

 

WINNIE

Oh.

 

BAXTER

Naturally, we weren't expecting an answer right away. But we have a meeting in our office at the Student Center at eight o'clock tonight. You're more than welcome to stop by.

 

NARRATOR

Now, I could still remember the last time Winnie had gotten involved in something like this. Back during the Seventy-Two elections when she'd joined the McGovern campaign. She came out of it totally disillusioned and feeling used, so there was no way she was even going to consider such a thing...

 

WINNIE

(tentatively)

I'll be there.

 

NARRATOR

... but she did!

 

Baxter pulls a business card from his jacket pocket and hands it to Winnie. He notices Kevin's name on his notebook.

 

BAXTER

Kevin Arnold.

(smirks)

Any relation to...

 

KEVIN

No. She must belong to some other Arnold family.

 

NARRATOR

Yeah! Benedict's!

 

WINNIE

(in shock and disbelief)

Kevin!

 

KEVIN

Well, seriously, Karen is my sister.

(pauses, then more confidently)

And our Dad was a captain in the Marine Corps, and is proud to have fought against Communist aggression in the Korean War. So you figure out which one of us is the genetic mutant!

 

BAXTER

(ignoring Kevin and turning to Winnie)

So, we'll see you at the meeting. Excuse me.

 

He picks up his tray and moves across the room.

 

FRANKIE

Bye-bye, now!... I'm going to miss that guy... if I don't get enough target practice!

 

KEVIN

Winnie, you're not really going to that meeting, are you? I can't believe...

 

WINNIE

Kevin, I can't believe you denied Karen like that!

 

KEVIN

Karen who?

 

Winnie looks around uncomfortably at the others.

 

WINNIE

Can we talk about this later?

 

KEVIN

Fine. I don't really want to talk about it now, either.

 

NARRATOR

One confrontation at a time!

 

INT NIGHT- KAREN'S APARTMENT IN ALASKA.

Karen is on the phone; there are a handful of other students having a meeting in the apartment with her.

 

KAREN

Yes, I gave them Winnie's name! I think it's about time she got a chance to speak out and tell the world what a senseless waste it was for Brian Cooper to die in Vietnam!

 

INT NIGHT- THE FLOOR LOUNGE IN KEVIN'S DORM.

Kevin sits in the phone booth in the corner, holding the receiver.

 

KEVIN

Look, Karen. I don't like the way your organization is exploiting Winnie and her family's tragedy like this.

 

INTERCUT THE TWO SCENES AS THEY CONVERSE.

 

KAREN

We're exploiting the Cooper family? Well, how about the way the Fascist establishment exploited Brian Cooper and turned him into cannon fodder?

 

NARRATOR

Fascist establishment? Cannon fodder?

 

KEVIN

Karen, it wasn't that simple. War never is.

 

KAREN

Well, listen to you! You've become quite the imperialist warmonger yourself!

 

KEVIN

What?

 

KAREN

You've sold out, Kevin! You've accepted their blood money, so now you're spouting their propaganda!

 

KEVIN

It's just a scholarship!

 

KAREN

It's blood money, Kevin! The Fascist imperialist establishment is buying you off and turning you into a mindless killer robot! They're turning you into a hired killer for the military-industrial bourgeoisie!

 

NARRATOR

Blood money? Killer robot? Military-industrial bourgeoisie?

 

KEVIN

Karen, this is me! Kevin! Your little brother, remember? You can talk to me in plain English!

 

KAREN

They're brainwashing you, Kevin! You're so caught up in the Fascist imperialist rhetoric and regimentation that you can't think for yourself anymore!

 

KEVIN

Well, then maybe you shouldn't even be having this phone call with me! After all, it's being paid for with all that blood money!

 

KAREN

Well, maybe you're right! Peace!

 

Karen hangs up. Kevin looks at the receiver in his hand with his face screwed up before hanging it up. He steps out of the booth to find Winnie sitting in a lounge chair waiting for him.

 

KEVIN

Hi.

 

WINNIE

Hi. I'm ready to talk now.

 

KEVIN

Paul's at the library. Let's go to my room.

 

He reaches for her hand, and she takes it, although a little stiffly.

 

INT NIGHT- KEVIN'S AND PAUL'S ROOM.

Kevin and Winnie enter, and he turns on only his desk lamp, so the room remains dim as they sit on his bed.

 

KEVIN

So... did you go to that meeting?

 

WINNIE

Yes, I did. Kevin... I'm going to speak at that rally. I want to do it. For Brian.

 

KEVIN

Uhh, Winnie... you realize this jerk Baxter or whatever his name is... well, these people are the ones who threw animal blood at me and Paul the other day. The ones who call us Nazi Storm Troopers and baby killers.

 

WINNIE

I know how you feel about them. But this is going to be an orderly public assembly.

 

NARRATOR

Yeah. That's what Berkeley and Kent State started out as. Still, I had to give them the benefit of the doubt, even if they weren't giving us the same.

 

KEVIN

Winnie, you've known Paul and me all our lives. We're no baby killers or storm troopers. Paul's certainly no Nazi. Heck, even Frankie. He could use a little social polishing here and there, but he's no hired killer.

 

WINNIE

That's not it. In a way, I'm grateful that Frankie pulled that gag. It's made me face up to the reality of what's going to happen after graduation. Kevin, I'm doing this for you and Paul, as much as for Brian.

 

KEVIN

Come on, Winnie! What do you want to do, get rid of ROTCee? I don't think a student rally's going to accomplish that, and even if it did, I'd lose my scholarship and have to leave Ruysdael. Is that what you want?

 

Winnie hesitates for a long time, her eyes misting.

 

WINNIE

No... I don't know!... Kevin, please listen to me. One of the reasons I've felt so close to you all these years is that when Brian died, you were there for me. You've always been there for me.

 

KEVIN

Winnie, you can't tell me after all these years that all I've ever been to you is a substitute big brother!

 

WINNIE

No! Of course not! That's just the point.

(voice breaking, tears streaming)

When I lost Brian, my life almost fell apart. You held it together for me. And the thought of my ever losing you the way I lost him... I know I could never handle that.

 

Kevin reaches for her hands.

 

NARRATOR

I wanted to promise her that nothing was ever going to happen to me. To remind her again that Vietnam was over and that I'd never have to fight in a war. But not only would she not have listened, recent events had already shown me that it would probably be a lie.

 

KEVIN

I'll never leave you, Winnie.

 

WINNIE

I know there isn't much I can do to keep you out of the Army, and if you have no other choice, I'll follow you. But if making this one speech will help prevent you from ever having to go to war, then Brian's death won't have been such a waste.

 

KEVIN

I understand that. But, Winnie... I don't think... I don't think Brian would want his name thrown around like a political football like this.

 

WINNIE

He was my brother, and if anybody has the right to say anything about him, I do.

 

NARRATOR

It was impossible to argue with her on that point, of course. But I always remembered Brian Cooper as the epitome of the word "cool." And something told me that he wouldn't want to be remembered as a helpless victim or as someone else's stooge.

 

KEVIN

So, what are you going to say?

 

WINNIE

I don't know yet. Baxter and the others... they're suggesting I let the people know about all the pain Mom and Dad and I have suffered. How so many other families have suffered, and how so many more are going to face the same needless suffering if we don't end our involvement in Vietnam, about how meaningless Brian's death was.

(eyes watering more)

I'm going to take my time to find the right words. For the first time in six and a half years, I can do something for Brian.

 

Kevin reaches for a towel and dabs away her tears.

 

EXT DAY- KEVIN'S AND WINNIE'S HOME (1990).

Winnie and the children get into the van while Kevin gets into his car. The two vehicles back out and drive off in opposite directions with the camera following Kevin's car.

 

NARRATOR

September, 1990. By the time school was back in session, it was clear that the Persian Gulf Crisis was no longer distant thunder. Even though I was going back to my full-time civilian job, thoughts of a possible war were everywhere I went.

 

EXT DAY- THE SCHOOL GROUNDS OF THOMAS A. EDISON HIGH SCHOOL

as Kevin parks his car in the faculty lot and gets out.

 

NARRATOR

Not that I had to put up with being called a Nazi and a baby killer like the old days back at Ruysdael. Times had changed. Something else was at work here.

 

Kevin turns to face the building then laughs cynically and shakes his head.

 

KEVIN

You've gotta be kidding!

 

NARRATOR

Call it... overkill!

 

The camera pans across the school grounds from Kevin's point of view. There are huge yellow ribbons on every tree lining the driveway and parking lot, and yellow cardboard cutouts in the shape of ribbon bows in almost every window of the school building.

 

INT DAY- THE FRONT OFFICE AT EDISON HIGH.

As Kevin sorts through the mail from his distribution box, CARL DALEY, the principal, emerges from his inner office.

 

CARL

Kevin! You're here!

 

KEVIN

Hey, Carl!

 

CARL

You're here! I mean, you're not in your tank, kicking up sandstorms in Saudi Arabia!

 

KEVIN

(shrugs)

Well... for now, anyway.

 

CARL

Got a second? I need to talk to you about it.

 

KEVIN

Sure.

 

They enter Carl's inner office and sit.

 

CARL

Listen. The county superintendent's office put out a memo. They want to know, for each teacher in the county who's in the reserves, if he or she's going to be called up and when. So we can anticipate hiring substitutes and preparing family benefits and stuff like that.

 

Kevin squints at him.

 

KEVIN

Carl, it doesn't work that way! I don't think anybody has that kind of information.

 

CARL

(shrugs)

County's asking. I can show you the memo.

 

KEVIN

Don't bother. Whoever wrote that memo's gonna find out he isn't gonna get the answers he wants.

 

NARRATOR

Not to mention that in World War Two, they shot people for asking questions like that!

 

CARL

So what can you tell me, Kevin?

 

KEVIN

Well, let me put it this way. The corps I'm assigned to is made up of two Regular armored divisions, a Regular armored cavalry regiment, and a couple of Guard armored divisions and brigades. And the two Regular divisions and the cavalry regiment were the first ones they sent over there. So far, it's only been support units, rather than combat units like mine, that have been mobilized in the Guard and Reserve, but things are changing every day.

 

CARL

So for now, I can count on you to be teaching history instead of making history?

 

KEVIN

For now, anyway.

 

INT DAY- KEVIN'S CLASSROOM AT EDISON HIGH.

A class is seated as Kevin speaks to them.

 

KEVIN

War isn't just about battles and weapons, although we'll cover those. Wars are always about people. The people who fought them, the people they left behind, the people who made up the nations and the causes they fought for. The Civil War is about the American people. That's the main reason the Board of Ed approved this single course on such a narrow topic, because you can say that the Civil War is American History....

 

He glances out the windows as he speaks. The windows of his room are noticeably free of any decorations, while those in the other wing of the building visible across the courtyard outside are all adorned with yellow ribbon paper cutouts.

 

INT DAY- THE EDISON HIGH TEACHERS LOUNGE.

Kevin is among a handful of faculty members. He sits in an armchair writing in his gradebook as PAMELA DIMARCO, a teacher, converses with the others.

 

PAMELA

My neighbors are really upset. Their daughter is in the National Guard unit at Collins Lake, and she had to report last week.

(to Kevin)

Kevin, do you know anybody in the unit at Collins Lake?

 

KEVIN

I've crossed paths with a few of them over the years. Can't say I really know anybody.

 

PAMELA

Did you ever meet a Tina Cincotti? That's my neighbors' daughter.

 

KEVIN

Not that I can remember.

 

DARLENE WOODRUFF and SHANNON BALLARD, two more teachers, enter. Darlene is 22 and Shannon a little older. Both wear yellow ribbons pinned to their blouses.

 

DARLENE

... and they're afraid to be seen in the hallways carrying copies of Animal Farm and Watership Down. They think it's baby stuff like Charlotte's Web because they're about talking animals. They can't see that they're allegories about society and mankind. Kids today are so concrete!

 

NARRATOR

That was Darlene Woodruff, Language Arts teacher. Bright, pretty, twenty-two, only a year out of college and starting just her second year at Edison High. Hmmm... come to think of it, she reminded me of someone else....

 

DARLENE

Hey, Kevin! Do you realize yours is the only classroom in C-Wing that doesn't have yellow ribbons in the windows?

 

KEVIN

(raising an eyebrow)

So?

 

DARLENE

Come on! You're making the rest of C-Wing look bad! You're sticking out like a sore thumb!

 

KEVIN

So maybe I want to stick out! Or maybe I don't believe in trivializing something that could mean life and death. Ever think of that?

 

DARLENE

(smiling)

So what are you? A nonconformist? Some die-hard radical from the Sixties or something?

 

Kevin flushes.

 

SHANNON

Darlene....

 

KEVIN

Excuse me?

 

DARLENE

Well, I was just a little concerned that the kids might start thinking you're not... being patriotic.

 

SHANNON

Darlene!

 

NARRATOR

Patriotic?

 

Kevin stands up, glaring at Darlene. The other teachers, including Shannon, open their mouths and brace themselves.

 

NARRATOR

She'd touched a nerve. And at that point, it was kinda like the crowd in a Western saloon getting out of the way of two gunslingers.

 

KEVIN

You wanna talk patriotism, lady? Okay, let's talk patriotism! For starters, when my wife and I were kids growing up, I watched her and her parents go through hell when her brother was killed in Vietnam!

 

Darlene is taken aback.

 

NARRATOR

I was mad! I was boiling! And I was on a roll!

 

KEVIN

So if I chose to be a die-hard Sixties radical, I'd have plenty of damned good reason to! But no! In the second place, in spite of that, I was in uniform before Vietnam was over, when everyone in uniform was spat on and called a baby killer! In the third place, I was on the East German border staring the Russian Army in the face while you were reading Charlotte's Web in Fifth Grade! And in the fourth place, I'm next in line to be one of these poor schlubbs that you're putting out the yellow ribbons for to begin with!

 

DARLENE

Next in line?

 

Shannon whispers into Darlene's ear, and Darlene gasps and turns bright red.

 

DARLENE

Oh, my God! I'm sorry, Kevin! I didn't know!

 

PAMELA

I thought everyone knew!

 

KEVIN

I'll tell you all something else! You're all so hyper about the Guardsmen and Reservists that have been called up already! They're all in support units! They're gonna be in the rear areas, miles away from any shooting, fixing engines and working in hospitals and hauling cargo. The unit in Collins Lake is a supply unit. Your neighbor's kid's gonna be driving a forklift in a warehouse, for God's sake!

(takes a deep breath)

You know where I'm gonna be if this thing turns into a real war? I'm gonna be in a tank, in front of thirteen other tanks, screaming "Follow me!" And you know what's gonna be out in front of me? Nothin' but a whole bunch of bad guys trying to kill me, most of them in tanks with bigger guns than I have! So excuse me if I'm not all choked up enough to tape some silly pieces of yellow paper to my windows!

 

Darlene remains red and near tears, and all are speechless.

 

NARRATOR

Okay, maybe I embarrassed her. Maybe I flew off the handle. But somebody had to set these people straight.

 

KEVIN

We don't need a bunch of rah-rah cheerleaders. This isn't the Super Bowl where fans buy pennants to wave in the stands. This is a situation where a lot of people are probably gonna die!

 

NARRATOR

God, I'd turned into Mad Tom Ward! But then again, there was nothing wrong with that!

 

Kevin sighs, then puts his hand on Darlene's shoulder.

 

KEVIN

Look, Darlene. I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings, but this whole thing is something I'm not taking very lightly.

(smiles)

Hey, listen. Are you dating anyone?

 

DARLENE

No, not seriously... but... you just said you're married!

 

KEVIN

I am. Very happily married.

(laughs)

But there's this guy in my Guard unit I want you to meet. You two have a lot in common....

 

EXT DAY- DWIGHT D. EISENHOWER HIGH SCHOOL,

also with trees and windows adorned with yellow ribbons.

 

NARRATOR

But if my nerves were being touched by the situation, Winnie's were being rubbed raw.

 

INT DAY- WINNIE'S OFFICE

in the Eisenhower High Guidance Department. Winnie is seated with NICOLE HARLEY, a girl of 14 who sits slumped over with her head down.

 

WINNIE

It's just that your teachers and I are all concerned, Nicole. Now, I can't force you to talk about what's on your mind, but we can tell there's something going on. And I want you to know that I'm here for you if you do want to talk about it. Anytime, whenever you want to.

 

NICOLE

Okay. I think I'll go back to study hall....

 

WINNIE

That's okay.

 

Nicole stands and turns toward the door, then shuts her eyes tight and turns back to face Winnie.

 

NICOLE

Mrs. Arnold?

 

WINNIE

Yes, Nicole?

 

NICOLE

It's my brother. I'm worried about him.

 

She returns to her seat.

 

WINNIE

Is he in some kind of trouble?

 

NICOLE

He's in the Marines. He just left for Saudi Arabia last week.

 

WINNIE

Oh....

(hesitantly biting her lower lip)

And you're afraid something's going to happen to him, and that you might never see him again.

 

Nicole shuts her eyes again and sighs, and tears trickle down her cheeks.

 

NICOLE

Yes!

 

Winnie strokes Nicole's shoulder.

 

WINNIE

It's okay. I know how scared you are.... You know, I'm pretty scared about the whole thing, too.

 

NICOLE

Why would you be scared?

 

WINNIE

Because my husband's in the National Guard, and he might be getting called up and sent over there, too...

 

NICOLE

(angrily)

But he's not over there yet, is he?

 

WINNIE

... and when I was a couple of years younger than you are now, my big brother went to Vietnam. So I know exactly what you're going through right now.

 

NICOLE

Oh!... And did your brother come home safe?

 

WINNIE

(blinking)

No, he didn't. He died over there.

 

NICOLE

Oh, Mrs. Arnold! I'm so sorry!

 

WINNIE

That's okay, Nicole. I still miss him and think about him, but it was a long time ago.

 

NICOLE

So what should I do?

 

Winnie pauses thoughtfully, again biting her lower lip.

 

WINNIE

Write to your brother as often as you can, and let him know you love him and care about him... and whenever you worry about something happening to him, try your best to think about something else. Think of the good times you had with him.

 

NICOLE

And what if something does happen to him?

 

WINNIE

Then it's going to hurt. It's going to hurt a lot and for a long time. And there's nothing you can do but live through that hurt until it heals with time. And worrying about it now won't make it hurt any less. If it happens. It might not.

 

NICOLE

But I can't stop worrying, Mrs. Arnold!

 

Winnie looks at her for a long moment, then nods painfully.

 

WINNIE

The truth is, I can't either!... But just know that you're not alone, Nicole. I'm here for you.

 

INT NIGHT- KEVIN'S AND WINNIE'S BEDROOM.

The two sit up in bed together; Kevin has his arm around Winnie as she rests her head on his shoulder.

 

WINNIE

... I wanted so much to promise her that everything was going to be okay. To be able to tell her that nothing was gonna happen to her brother. But nobody can say that.

 

KEVIN

I know.

 

WINNIE

All this is just too close to home, Kevin. Maybe I should hand her case over to another counselor, for both our sakes.

 

KEVIN

Winnie, that's up to you.

(pauses, then smiles)

But it sounds to me like you're the perfect counselor for this girl.

 

WINNIE

I don't know. Like I said, it's just too close to home. How can I help her when I keep remembering the pain myself?

 

KEVIN

Isn't that exactly why? Didn't you decide to become a counselor so that you could turn the pain you went through into something to help others? Probably none of the other counselors at Eisenhower can really know what this girl's going through. You know how to reach her, and she'll listen to you.

 

They look into each other's eyes.

 

NARRATOR

You can never become too old to continue growing up. To continue learning or to gain new insights. That night, I looked into the eyes of the woman with whom I'd shared my entire life, with whom I'd shared a home and a bed for nearly half that lifetime. And I saw her in an entirely new light.

 

KEVIN

You know, Winnie, in a very real sense, you've seen the elephant.

 

She looks thoughtfully at him.

KEVIN

No matter where that saying came from-- the five blind men, or ancient tribes hunting mastodons, or going to the circus, you've seen the elephant.

 

WINNIE

(nodding)

I never thought of it that way... but maybe I have....

 

EXT DAY- A SUBURBAN DOWNTOWN STREET.

Yellow ribbons adorn the trees, utility poles, lamp posts and several storefronts. Cars drive down the street with bumper stickers also showing yellow ribbons or American flags and reading "I Support Our Troops" etc.

 

MUSIC: Tie a Yellow Ribbon by Tony Orlando and Dawn.

 

INT DAY- WINNIE'S OFFICE

as she and Nicole Harley sit and converse.

 

NARRATOR

That Autumn of 1990, the momentum of history had taken over.

 

CLOSE SHOT- A TV SET

with a news anchor announcing the activation of additional Guard and Reserve units.

 

INT DAY- KEVIN'S CLASSROOM AT EDISON HIGH.

Kevin listens as a student does an oral report before the Senior Honors Class.

 

STUDENT

General Sherman's prophecy, that the war would last for years and run into casualties in the hundreds of thousands, sounded so outrageous at the time he said it that he was given what nowadays would be called a Section Eight Discharge. Nobody else on either side thought it was going to last more than a couple of months....

 

CLOSE SHOT- A TV SET with news footage of the U.S. military buildup in the Persian Gulf, including M-1 tanks being offloaded from cargo ships.

 

END MUSIC

 

EXT DAY- AN OPEN FIELD.

A company of M-1s advances across the field in tactical formation.

 

A CLOSER SHOT shows Kevin in the cupola of the centermost tank, talking into the microphone of his CVC helmet.

 

NARRATOR

As for Third Tank, except for the change in the ARTBASS scenario from Germany to the Sinai Desert, there were no official changes. We were still doing our one weekend a month of combat training. But now there was a sense of urgency in everything we were doing.

 

EXT DAY- A THINLY WOODED AREA.

Several M-1s and other vehicles sit parked under trees. A mess detail serves dinner on a folding table at the rear of a supply truck. Kevin, Paul, Dave Wirtschafter, Alex Vogel and FIRST SERGEANT KRAKOWSKI are among a group of soldiers in BDUs with web gear and Kevlar helmets, gathered around the front end of one tank, using the fenders and front slope as a dining surface as they eat off cardboard trays with plastic flatware.

 

NARRATOR

And of course, the prospect of going to war was the hottest topic of conversation.

 

1SG KRAKOWSKI

It's not gonna happen! There's no way the Army's gonna let us fight!

 

KEVIN

What are you saying, Top? That we're not as combat ready as we're supposed to be?

 

1SG KRAKOWSKI

No, no, no, Captain! I'm saying just the opposite. The Army's afraid to let us fight because we're so combat ready! If we fight in the Gulf and Congress sees that we can kick butt as well as the Regular Army at one third the operating cost, there goes their budget! They'll cut back the Regulars and expand the Guard even more than they were planning to before this whole crisis started. That's what the Army's afraid of! According to the original contingency plan, we should have been mobilized by now and sent over with the Regular units in Third Corps. But the Army threw out that plan for the reasons I just explained.

 

PAUL

Well, the Army won't be able to enjoy that luxury for very long. They're not gonna have much choice about who fights and who doesn't. The Active Army units over there might be able to take back Kuwait, initially. But they'll never be able to hold it against sustained counterattacks with everything else the Iraqis have. And if we wait for sanctions to work, those guys can't sit out there in the desert indefinitely. They're gonna have to start rotating units eventually. Either way, it's a much bigger job than they'll be able to handle with what they have, and there's a finite number of tank and mech infantry battalions in the Total Army. Everyone's gonna have to rotate through there at one point or another.

 

DAVE

Well, you're beginning to make it sound like it's gonna be another 'Nam: a war of attrition, slugging it out and see-sawing back and forth for years with no clear goal and no end in sight. Screw that and count me out! Once in a lifetime is more than enough!

 

The other senior NCOs in the group nod in agreement.

 

DAVE

The only right way to do it is to take every available tank and APC in the entire U.S. Army, line 'em up fender to fender and roll across the whole country of Iraq! That I can go for. I'll be the first in line! But this piecemeal attrition Vietnam crap? Count me out! I won't go!

 

NARRATOR

Of course, as his commanding officer, I had an obligation to say something.

 

KEVIN

Come on, Dave! You're too professional a soldier to really mean that!

 

DAVE

You're right, sir. But it doesn't stop me from feeling that way!

 

PAUL

I hear ya, Dave. We are gonna have to do some major butt-kicking to keep out of a quagmire!

 

Paul finishes eating, then carries his tray toward the supply truck. Kevin rushes his last mouthful and catches up to him. They dump their trays and flatware into a trash bag at the rear of the truck.

 

KEVIN

Hey, Paul!

 

PAUL

Yeah, Kev?

 

KEVIN

You want to get mobilized, don't you?

 

PAUL

Kev, wanting isn't the issue. None of us has any choice at this point!... I'm getting myself psyched, so I'm in the right frame of mind. To survive and come home to Becky and the baby in one piece.

 

KEVIN

Yeah. I guess I'm getting psyched, too. But not like you are. There's a difference between preparing yourself and wanting it. Paul, we've known each other since we were less than a week old. I can tell when you want something. Especially when you want it bad!

 

PAUL

Okay, I'll admit it'd be a letdown instead of a relief if we don't go. It'd be like playing for the majors for half a lifetime and then when your team makes the World Series, spending the entire series warming the bench.

 

KEVIN

Paul, don't you remember what Mad Tom used to say in the old days? This isn't the World Series or the Super Bowl! This is Life and Death! God, I've spent the last several weeks at work trying to get that point across to all these people who insist on putting up these stupid yellow ribbons.

 

PAUL

Precisely! And like Patton once said, "Compared to war, all other forms of human endeavor shrink to insignificance." This is big, Kev. This could be the biggest event in our lives. Maybe you and Mad Tom did create a monster sixteen years ago, but I want to see the elephant!

 

Kevin is stunned.

 

NARRATOR

Hmm! Wait a minute!

 

KEVIN

Paul, you haven't done anything stupid, have you? Like volunteering to go on active duty?

 

PAUL

Well, no... but I have to admit, if Becky and I weren't expecting, I would have. What's so stupid about it?

 

KEVIN

It's pressing your luck and tempting fate! And what about Becky and the baby? Aren't you the least bit worried about leaving them behind?

 

PAUL

Of course I am! But Becky's tough. That's part of what I love about her. She's independent. She's a survivor. Not only could she take care of the baby by herself, but if I got waxed over there, she wouldn't play the grieving widow. She'd leave the baby with her parents, grab an M-Sixty and a couple of belts of ammo like Rambo and go after Saddam Hussein himself!

 

KEVIN

(pauses, then laughs)

Yeah, that's exactly what Becky would do!

 

PAUL

And Kev, Winnie's a survivor too. Probably more of a survivor than anyone else. Definitely more than you give her credit for sometimes.

 

KEVIN

(nodding)

Yeah. You're right, Paul. I'm beginning to realize that myself.

 

PAUL

Everything'll work out. We've already done everything we could to prepare ourselves and our families.

 

KEVIN

Yeah. At least you didn't volunteer.

 

PAUL

Even if I had, it would've been a moot point anyway.

 

KEVIN

What are you talking about?

 

PAUL

I guess the word hasn't reached you yet. Everyone in the Brigade who did volunteer got his application kicked back by the Guard Bureau. We're so close to being mobilized, they want to keep the brigade at full strength.

 

Kevin frowns.

 

NARRATOR

And, looking back, that bit of information was the last, loudest rumble of thunder.

 

INT DAY- KEVIN'S AND WINNIE'S DINING ROOM.

Kevin, Winnie and the three children, Mr. and Mrs. Cooper, Paul and Becky (now 6 months pregnant) are seated at the table with a large turkey and other traditional Thanksgiving fare. Mr. Cooper says grace.

 

NARRATOR

Thanksgiving, 1990. Winnie's parents had come up for the day, and Paul and Becky had the whole four-day weekend off and were spending most of it with us. I'm pretty sure the Persian Gulf crisis and the prospect of Paul's and my mobilization were on everyone's mind, but I think we all had an unspoken agreement not to bring it up.

 

Winnie slides the turkey toward Mr. Cooper and then hands him a carving knife and fork.

 

WINNIE

Here, Daddy. You get to do the honors.

 

MR. COOPER

(smiles)

No, Honey. I already said grace. Kevin's the man of this house.

 

KEVIN

Yeah, Dad. But you're the patriarch. We insist.

 

MR. COOPER

(laughs)

Patriarch, huh? Okay....

(looks at Paul and Becky)

If that's what you're going by, then the honor should go to our newest patriarch. Paul?

 

He hands Paul the knife and fork.

 

PAUL

Okay. Thanks, Mr. Cooper.

 

Paul starts carving the turkey as Becky smiles at him.

 

BECKY

(with forced cheerfulness)

I think we should all make plans right now for next year. Next Thanksgiving, we all meet at our place. Right, Paul?

 

PAUL

You got it!

 

Everyone nods in agreement.

 

NARRATOR

Now, to say that Becky Slater had always been a fighter would be an understatement.

 

BECKY

Hopefully, we'll have a new place by then. We're shopping around for a house.

 

PAUL

Yeah. That condo's getting too small. We're definitely going to need something big enough for two practicing lawyers and a baby.

 

BECKY

At least one baby!

 

They all smile.

 

NARRATOR

And I guess at this point, this was her only means of fighting back against what was happening to all of us.

 

MRS. COOPER turns to the children.

 

MRS. COOPER

So. Your Mom tells me all three of you made the Honor Roll this marking period.

 

WENDY

No, Grandma. Brian and Jack made the Honor Roll. I made the Principal's List!

 

MRS. COOPER

Well, good for you!...

 

INT DUSK- KEVIN'S AND WINNIE'S LIVING ROOM.

Kevin, Winnie, the Coopers, Paul and Becky sit watching TV while the three children sit on the floor playing a board game. A TV news broadcast shows footage of George and Barbara Bush eating Thanksgiving dinner with U.S. troops in the Saudi desert.

 

NARRATOR

We all did a pretty good job of not bringing it up. Still, amid the turkey and the cranberry sauce and the small talk, and the parades and football games on TV, there was just no way of avoiding it completely.

 

MRS. COOPER

(tensely shaking her head)

I guess there's no end to this, is there?

 

PAUL

I guess not. I think what we're looking at is the 1990 version of those Matthew Brady photos of Lincoln visiting the troops at Antietam.

 

KEVIN

Yeah. There is something Lincolnesque about Bush here. I guess that's 'cause he's he's so tall and lean, with that haunted look in his eyes.

 

NARRATOR

Fortunately, I was developing a knack for steering the conversation back onto the right road.

 

KEVIN

And that reminds me, Paul. Channel Twelve is rerunning the Ken Burns documentary on the Civil War. Tomorrow night and Saturday night for six hours each this time, instead of a couple of hours each night for a week.

 

PAUL

Great! We'll watch the whole thing. I missed a lot of it the first time.

 

KEVIN

Yeah. You know, I keep kicking myself for not knowing about it earlier. I could've just told the kids in my Senior Honors Class to watch the whole thing and given myself an extra free period.

 

PAUL

So what's stopping you now?

 

KEVIN

Come to think of it, nothing!

 

Everyone laughs.

 

EXT DAY- KEVIN'S AND WINNIE'S HOME.

Kevin, Brian, Jack II and Paul practice football patterns and passing on the front lawn. The van pulls into the driveway.

 

NARRATOR

And so the holiday weekend went on. We were just two suburban families enjoying each other's company and our lifelong friendship.

 

Winnie, Wendy and Becky come out of the van, each carrying two shopping bags full mostly with giftwrapped boxes.

 

WINNIE

Guys! Give us a hand!

 

NARRATOR

And of course, making a killing at the mall on Black Friday!

 

Kevin, Paul and the boys step toward the van and then start carrying some of the shopping bags.

 

KEVIN

So what did you get?

 

WINNIE

(smiling)

Well, most of it you're gonna have to wait 'til Christmas to find out!

 

Kevin smiles back at her, and then the smile fades as she turns away from him.

 

NARRATOR

Assuming we were still going to be around.

 

INT NIGHT- THE LIVING ROOM

as Kevin, Winnie, the children, Paul and Becky sit watching Ken Burns' The Civil War documentary on TV.

 

WINNIE

You know, I'm really glad we went on that trip this summer.

 

BRIAN ARNOLD

Yeah. It's pretty neat watching all this after we've been to all these places.

 

WINNIE

To tell you the truth, I don't think I'd understand things half as clearly if we hadn't.

 

1ST TV VOICE-OVER

A week before the Battle of Bull Run, Sullivan Ballou, a major in the Second Rhode Island Volunteers, wrote home to his wife in Smithfield.

 

2ND TV VOICE-OVER

July the Fourteenth, 1861, Washington, D.C. Dear Sarah. The indications are very strong that we shall move in a few days, and lest I should not be able to write you again, I feel impelled to write a few lines that may fall under your eye when I am no more.

 

As the voice-over continues, the melancholy violin strains of Jay Ungar's Ashokan Farewell sound on the TV as background music. Winnie and Becky both grimace uncomfortably.

 

2ND TV VOICE-OVER

I have no misgivings about, or lack of confidence in the cause in which I am engaged, and my courage does not halt or falter....

 

Winnie stands quickly and heads for the kitchen.

 

WINNIE

I'm gonna make some hot chocolate for everybody.

 

Becky stands and follows her.

 

BECKY

Sure! I'll help you.

 

Wendy sits glancing back and forth between Winnie and the TV set, hesitates, then also follows.

 

WENDY

Yeah! Me too, Mom!

 

2ND TV VOICE-OVER

... Sarah, my love for you is deathless. It seems to bind me with mighty cables that nothing but omnipotence can break....

 

Kevin, Paul, Brian and Jack II glance around at each other.

 

NARRATOR

Which left just the menfolk!

 

KEVIN

(softly to Paul)

You know, Winnie almost lost it the first time they showed this part.

 

PAUL

Yeah. So did Becky.... I guess being tough and a survivor only goes so far!

 

2ND TV VOICE-OVER

... my dear Sarah, never forget how much I loved you, nor that when my last breath escapes me on the battlefield it will whisper your name. Forgive my many faults and the many pains I have caused you, how thoughtless, how foolish I have sometimes been. But oh, Sarah, if the dead can come back to this Earth and flit unseen around those they love, I shall always be with you in the brightest day and the darkest night, always, always. And when the soft breeze fans your cheek, it shall be my breath, or the cool air your throbbing temple, it shall be my spirit passing by. Sarah, do not mourn me dead. Think I am gone and wait for me, for we shall meet again.

 

1ST TV VOICE-OVER

Sullivan Ballou was killed a week later, at the First Battle of Bull Run.

 

On the TV, the credits to the documentary run to a piano playing a soft, slow rendition of The Battle Cry of Freedom. Kevin and Paul both take a deep breath as Brian and Jack II leave for the kitchen.

 

PAUL

(angrily)

That, Kevin, is precisely why I'm psyching myself up for combat!

 

KEVIN

What do you mean?

 

PAUL

That is absolutely the worst possible attitude anyone could go into combat with! The guy was asking to get waxed!

 

KEVIN

Come on, Paul! Lots of soldiers write a last letter to their wives, just in case.

 

PAUL

Yeah! And then they leave them in a safe place, like with their wills, just in case! This guy mailed his home for his wife to read a whole week before he saw his first and only action. You just don't go into combat telling your family you're not coming back, unless you're a kamikaze! It's a self-fulfilling prophecy! Maybe there's no guaranteed way to survive in combat. Maybe telling yourself you're gonna survive isn't sufficient. But it's absolutely essential!

 

NARRATOR

At that moment, I understood what Paul really meant with his gung-ho attitude and saying he wanted to see the elephant. It was his way of saying he was just as worried and scared as I was.

 

PAUL

You know, I have thought about writing a letter to Becky and the baby... and leaving it with my will, just in case, like I said. I have no intention of them ever seeing it, of course!... How about you?

 

KEVIN

(pausing thoughtfully)

Not a letter. I've been working on something else. Something a lot bigger. It started out not having anything to do with being in the Guard or the possibility of going to war, but if anything happens, it'll serve that purpose. Come on. I'll show you.

 

They get up, and Paul follows Kevin toward the den.

 

INT NIGHT- THE DEN.

Kevin turns on the light as he and Paul enter. Kevin steps toward the desk, opens a drawer and pulls out a thick 3-ring loose-leaf binder.

 

KEVIN

This is a manuscript I've been working on, about our growing up back home. Winnie and me, you, Becky, all the kids we knew back at RFK and McKinley. My Dad. I just got started on Ruysdael and Frankie and Maureen, and Mad Tom, maybe I'll jump ahead to what's happening today. I started it a couple of years ago, in '88.... We were coming up on the twentieth anniversary of Brian's death, the tenth anniversary of graduating from Ruysdael. I just felt like putting my reminiscences on paper. Winnie knows about it but she doesn't want to read any of it until it's all done.... This is the original. I make a Xerox copy of each chapter as I finish it, I keep those in this drawer....

(points to another drawer)

Anyway, if we get mobilized, I'm taking the original with me and I'll keep working on it, send home copies of what I add whenever I get the chance. I wanted you to know about it, just in case.

 

PAUL

Okay.

 

KEVIN

And I'll let you read it when it's finished. After Winnie does.

 

PAUL

Sure. It'll be neat! I'll look forward to it.

 

EXT NIGHT- KEVIN'S AND WINNIE'S FRONT DOOR.

A figure in BDUs and a field jacket steps up, his back to the camera. As he rings the doorbell, the camera zooms in and we see the black horse shoulder patch of the 11th Armored Cavalry Regiment on the right shoulder and the black eagle insignia of a full colonel on the epaulet of his field jacket.

 

Kevin opens the door, then looks at the colonel in surprise and alarm.

 

KEVIN

Colonel! Good evening, sir!

 

THE COLONEL

Good evening, Kevin. Is Winnie home? I need to talk to both of you.

 

WINNIE

(offscreen)

Kevin? Who's at the door?

 

She steps into view behind Kevin and then also looks at the colonel in alarm and anxiety.

 

WINNIE

Oh!...

 

 

THE COLONEL

Hello, Winnie.

 

NARRATOR

And with that, after all the thunder, lightning finally struck.

 

The scene whites out quickly with a thunderlike rumble and clash which is actually the sound of a break shot on a pool table.

 

INT DAY- THE CADET LOUNGE IN THE ARMY ROTC BUILDING (1975).

 

A CLOSE SHOT shows a pool table with the rack of balls breaking. The camera zooms back to show Frankie following through with his cue stick while Kevin stands behind him also holding a cue stick. Paul sits in a nearby armchair reading Capt Ward's copy of The Twentieth Maine, all three in civilian clothes. Kevin and Frankie play a game of Eight Ball as they converse.

 

FRANKIE

So, you guys going home this weekend?

 

PAUL

Well, I've got a Calculus quiz on Monday I have to study for, so I'm staying. But you're going home, right, Kev?

 

KEVIN

Yeah, Winnie wanted to work on that speech at home this weekend, so I'm taking her.

 

FRANKIE

Aw, man! I really opened up a Pandora's Box with that April Fool's gag, didn't I? I'm really sorry, Kev.

 

KEVIN

Yeah. It's snowballed into something too big to handle.

 

PAUL

Well, you can't blame Frankie for it, Kev. All he really did was bring something to the surface that's been festering for months. Besides, Karen had an even bigger hand in this.

 

KEVIN

Yeah, well, don't remind me!

 

PAUL

Well, Winnie's a big girl now. You've got to give her the freedom to do this or you might lose her.

 

KEVIN

I don't have a problem with anything she might have to say. What's killing me is that she's going to be up there doing this with those... those...

 

FRANKIE

Pinko commie bastards!

 

They laugh.

 

PAUL

Well, even those pinko commie bastards gotta have the freedom to speak, too. It's part of the Voltaire Paradox.

 

KEVIN AND FRANKIE

The what?

 

PAUL

Oh. Captain Ward never talked to you guys about that?

 

KEVIN

No.

 

PAUL

Well, he was telling me once about how he got spat on and called a baby killer when he got off the plane from 'Nam. So what helped him to cope with it was remembering a quote from Voltaire: "I may disagree completely with what you say, but I'll defend to the death your right to say it!" So even though Voltaire was a Frenchman, that's what Captain Ward calls the whole essence of being an American soldier these days: the Voltaire Paradox.

 

NARRATOR

Well, that gave us some new thoughts to chew on. And elevated our opinion of Mad Tom Ward to even greater heights.

 

INT DAY- KEVIN'S CAR

as it drives down the highway. Kevin drives with Winnie quietly resting her head on his shoulder, staring thoughtfully into space.

 

NARRATOR

Things were still kinda strained between me and Winnie. She wasn't being cold to me, but I think the drive home that Friday afternoon was the longest Winnie and I had ever spent alone together without saying anything.

 

INT DAY- THE COOPERS' LIVING ROOM.

Mr. Cooper opens the front door and lets Kevin in.

 

KEVIN

Hi, Mr. Cooper.

 

MR. COOPER

Hi, Kevin. You just missed Winnie. She and her mother went to the cemetery to visit Brian's grave. They just left a couple of minutes ago.

 

KEVIN

Oh. Maybe I can meet her there.

 

MR. COOPER

Well... that might not be a bad idea. But before you go, Kevin, can we talk for a second?

 

KEVIN

Sure.

 

They sit in armchairs in the living room.

 

NARRATOR

I knew what was coming. He was going to take this opportunity to ream me out. For accepting the scholarship and joining the Army. For putting his daughter through the hell she was going through.

 

MR. COOPER

Kevin, I just want you to know, in spite of what Winnie's going through right now, that I understand what you had to do, and I don't disapprove.

 

KEVIN

(in amazement)

You don't?

 

MR. COOPER

No.

 

KEVIN

Even with what happened to Brian.

 

MR. COOPER

I never blamed the Army for Brian's death. Maybe I blame Congress a little for enacting the draft laws. And Lyndon Johnson for getting us into Vietnam. But Brian did what he had to, just like you did what you had to. And the Army didn't kill Brian.

 

KEVIN

I... I never knew you felt that way. I mean, Winnie told me about the protest marches the three of you went on.

 

MR. COOPER

Vigils, not protests. There's a subtle difference. And I did it mostly for Mrs. Cooper's and Winnie's sakes. To maintain peace in the family.

 

KEVIN

Peace?

 

MR. COOPER

I guess Winnie never told you why her mother and I almost divorced the year after Brian died.

 

KEVIN

Not all the details.

 

MR. COOPER

Well, you two were only twelve, thirteen while it was happening; she may not have understood the details herself.... Now, Brian was my son and I loved him, and I'd give anything, including my own life, for him not to be dead. But I'm proud that he joined up when his country called. I'm proud of Brian and what he did. Mrs. Cooper.... well, she doesn't quite see things that way. She feels that Brian died for nothing and that everything to do with his death-- the war, the Army-- was a mistake.

 

KEVIN

Oh.

 

MR. COOPER

The final straw that caused us to separate that June after he died was when the Army wrote and told us that Brian had been awarded a medal, and asked us if we wanted them to arrange some public award ceremony. Mrs. Cooper tore up the letter. I felt like she had destroyed a very important part of Brian's life and legacy.

 

KEVIN

Then you don't think his death was a waste?

 

MR. COOPER

I don't know. I don't think I'll ever see any good come out of it, but once I got past the anger and grief, I began to feel that Brian's time was up, that that was his destiny. That if he hadn't gone, he would've cracked up drag-racing his El Camino or something. And that it's useless to ask, "What if?"

 

KEVIN

(pausing thoughtfully)

What about me, Mr. Cooper? Aren't you worried for Winnie that something might happen to me?

 

MR. COOPER

No. Not really.

 

KEVIN

Why not?

 

MR. COOPER

Kevin, I remember the night after Brian died. You walked Winnie home from Harper's Woods. What made you go out there?

 

KEVIN

Well... I just had this feeling-- I can't explain it-- that Winnie was out there and that she needed me.

 

MR. COOPER

So some unknown force sent you out there.

 

KEVIN

Yeah.

 

MR. COOPER

(smiles)

That's why I'm not worried. When Winnie needed you, God sent you to her. I have faith that He won't take you from her.

 

Kevin smiles thoughtfully.

 

NARRATOR

It was the first time I'd ever really talked to either of Winnie's parents about Brian's death. And it made me realize, more than ever, how special and precious the love was that Winnie and I had for each other, and how much of a hand God or fate or destiny had in shaping the life we shared.

 

MR. COOPER

You and Winnie had your first kiss that night, didn't you?

 

KEVIN

(laughs embarrassedly)

I didn't think she ever told anyone.

 

MR. COOPER

She didn't. Parents just know these things. Maybe someday you'll know the same things about my grandchildren.

 

KEVIN

(smiles)

Thanks, Mr. Cooper.

 

EXT DAY- THE CEMETERY.

The Cooper family car sits parked on the shoulder of the driveway as Kevin pulls in behind it in his car and parks. He gets out.

 

KEVIN'S POINT OF VIEW shows Winnie kneeling at Brian Cooper's headstone, and Mrs. Cooper standing back a few feet . Both are moist-eyed.

 

ANOTHER ANGLE shows Kevin walking up to them. Mrs. Cooper sees him, places her finger to her lips and steps toward him.

 

MRS. COOPER

(whispering)

Hello, Kevin.

 

KEVIN

Hi, Mrs. Cooper. Is she okay?

 

MRS. COOPER

Yes. She just wants to spend a little time with her brother.

 

Kevin looks at Winnie, and then at the headstone which reads:

 

BRIAN

COOPER

PFC U.S. ARMY

VIETNAM WAR

26 MAY 1949-4 SEPTEMBER 1968

 

Winnie sees Kevin and stands. They come together and he holds her in his arms.

 

WINNIE

I just wish I knew what he'd want me to say.

 

INT DAY- A DORM BULLETIN BOARD.

A pair of hands tacks on a printed flyer which reads:

 

Student Rally to End All

U.S. Involvement in Southeast Asia

Friday, April 11, 1975 at 10:00 A.M.

The Campus Green behind Yates Hall

Sponsored by Students for Democratic Progress

 

MUSIC: Bad Moon Rising by Creedence Clearwater Revival.

 

NARRATOR

By Monday of the week before the rally, the entire university student body had gotten word about it.

 

EXT DAY- THE CAMPUS GREEN.

Baxter and two other student protestors hand out flyers to every student passing through.

 

A CLOSE SHOT of the front page of the University newspaper shows an article heading which reads: "Peace Rally Set For Friday."

 

NARRATOR

You couldn't turn anywhere without seeing something about it.

 

EXT DAY- THE CAMPUS GREEN.

Capt Ward exits the rear of the Army ROTC building and walks onto the green. A female protestor handing out flyers with her back to him turns suddenly, shoves a flyer in his hand and then turns white as she sees who it is. Capt Ward laughs and shakes his head as he walks away.

 

INT DAY- THE DINING HALL.

Kevin and Winnie sit eating. Baxter approaches their table with two other STUDENTS (different from those in previous scenes) and introduces them to Winnie while ignoring Kevin. Kevin sits quietly with a disdainful look.

 

NARRATOR

There was no mention of Winnie or any other individual in anything written about the rally. Still, thanks to word of mouth, Winnie Cooper was fast becoming a minor celebrity at Ruysdael.

 

INT DAY- THE POLI-SCI CLASSROOM.

The class is in attendance with Kevin, Paul and Frankie again in uniform. Professor Klinghoff concludes the class discussion.

 

END MUSIC.

 

KLINGHOFF

A reminder, ladies and gentlemen, that I've decided to cancel class on Friday so you may attend the Peace Rally.

(nods toward Winnie)

Especially since our own Miss Cooper here will be one of the featured speakers. Not only are you encouraged to attend, but I'll be up front by the speaker's platform, so if you check in with me, I'll give you extra credit on the final.

 

EXT DAY- THE CAMPUS GREEN.

Frankie and Paul walk ahead of Kevin and Winnie, all headed toward the Army ROTC building.

 

PAUL

(to Frankie)

There's a fine line between encouragement and coercion here. Now, if Klinghoff were to deduct points for not attending the rally, we'd have a better case. But even if we had a clear cut case of political coercion, you know the Administration would never do anything about it!

 

FRANKIE

I get the definite feeling I walked into the middle of a George Orwell novel here! Wasn't it just last week Kllnghoff was using the Nuremberg Rally to illustrate how conformity to mob thinking could be so insidiously oppressive?

 

KEVIN

Well, there's nothing insidious about this. This is Orwell's Two-Minute Hate period, only it's gonna be a couple of hours worth.

 

WINNIE

( hurtfully )

Kevin, please!

 

The two of them stop and face each other while Paul and Frankie turn up the walkway to the building entrance.

 

WINNIE

If you can't be for me, then please. Don't be against me!

 

Kevin places his hands on her shoulders.

 

KEVIN

Winnie, I'm not against you. I love you. I've loved you since...

(holds out one hand to knee-level)

... since you and I were this little. How could I ever be against you?

 

WINNIE

Then don't put down what I'm doing! I love you, too, Kevin. That's part of why I'm doing this, even if you can't understand that.

 

KEVIN

Look, Winnie. I just can't stand to see them use you like this. And I don't want to see you get hurt if this thing turns ugly on us.

 

WINNIE

I just wish you could understand.

 

KEVIN

I understand perfectly! Winnie, don't you get it? If Brian were alive, they'd be calling him a baby-killer, too! To them, he'd be one of us!

 

Winnie pauses, angry and confused.

 

WINNIE

I have to go.

 

Kevin heads toward the building while Winnie continues down the main walkway, but she keeps her head turned toward him as she walks.

 

NARRATOR

And I knew she didn't just mean back to the dorm. But all throughout the life Winnie and I shared together, there were many moments that were driven by forces beyond our control: fate; destiny. This was one of those moments.

 

As Kevin disappears into the building, Winnie bumps into Capt Ward who is coming from the opposite direction.

 

WINNIE

I'm sorry.

 

CAPT WARD

No problem. You okay?

 

They look at each other with immediate, intense reactions upon seeing who the other is: Winnie with discomfort and anxiety; Capt Ward with the same haunted look seen earlier.

 

WINNIE

I'm... I'm fine.

 

CAPT WARD

Excuse me. Do I know you, Miss?

 

WINNIE

Well... Kevin Arnold's my boyfriend, and I'm good friends with Paul Pfeiffer, too. You've probably just seen me hanging around with them.

 

CAPT WARD

Yes, I have, but I don't think that's it.

(smiles gently at her)

I feel like I know you from somewhere. I just can't place it....

 

WINNIE

(abruptly )

Excuse me. I have to go.

 

She continues quickly toward the dormitory area while Capt Ward enters the building, still haunted.

 

INT DAY- THE FIRST FLOOR OF THE ARMY ROTC BUILDING.

Lt Col Huggard stands in the orderly room by the desk of the civilian secretary, speaking on the phone. The SECRETARY and the two sergeants sit at their desks. Kevin, Paul, Frankie and two other cadets stand in the hallway nearby, transfixed by Lt Col Huggard's end of the conversation. Capt Ward enters the hallway from outside and also listens.

 

LT COL HUGGARD

Hell, no, we're not going to shut down on Friday! That's exactly what those people want to make us do! You're responsible for arranging security!... Look, a little graffiti and animal blood is one thing. But what we've got here is a University-sanctioned activity that's a potential mob scene, with my building and my people as the most convenient target.... I've got one hundred and fifty Ruysdael University students who use this building, and just because they wear a U.S. Army uniform two or three periods a week doesn't make their safety any less the University's responsibility! ... Okay, fine! I will go higher for this!

(hangs up)

All the way to the top.

(to the secretary)

Evelyn, please call Doctor Weinstein's office and make an appointment for me, ASAP.

 

SECRETARY

Any time in particular, Colonel?

 

LT COL HUGGARD

ASAP! One of the other officers can cover class for me if they have to.

 

NARRATOR

Now this was serious. If Colonel Huggard was willing to drop everything to talk to the University President, you knew he wasn't just dismissing this as a few words of dissent at an orderly assembly.

 

Lt Col Huggard turns toward Capt Ward as the secretary picks up the phone and dials.

 

LT COL HUGGARD

Tom, put the word out. No uniforms for cadets on Friday. Classes as usual, but civvies only.

 

CAPT WARD

Yes, sir.

 

LT COL HUGGARD

Why look for trouble? There's ways to show the flag without hanging out your butt as a convenient target.

(to the cadets)

Think of this as an exercise in Cover and Concealment!

 

CAPT WARD

You heard the Colonel, guys.

 

He and the cadets turn toward the classroom, Kevin last. Capt Ward places his hand on Kevin's shoulder.

 

CAPT WARD

Excuse me, Kevin.

 

KEVIN

Yes, sir?

 

CAPT WARD

I just ran into your lady friend outside, and I was wondering if you could tell me...

 

KEVIN

You mean Winnie, sir?

 

The name electrifies Capt Ward. He gasps.

 

CAPT WARD

Winnie!

(slowly, with a deep breath)

Winnie Cooper!

 

He closes his eyes almost prayerfully as Kevin looks incredulously at him.

 

NARRATOR

In the few months I'd known him, I'd seen Captain Mad Tom Ward in many guises: a dedicated professional; a masterful teacher; everybody's favorite uncle; John Wayne on horseback. At that moment, I saw yet another different guise: a crusading knight who had completed his quest and found the Holy Grail.

 

KEVIN

You know her, sir?

 

CAPT WARD

Come by my office after class, Kevin. We've got a lot to talk about....

 

INT DAY- CAPT WARD'S OFFICE.

Kevin follows Capt Ward in. Capt Ward sits at his desk and Kevin stands at attention in front of it, saluting nervously.

 

NARRATOR

Needless to say, that class ended up being just about the longest hour and fifteen minutes of my life. While everyone else was discussing military history, my imagination ran wild as to why Mad Tom Ward wanted to see me, and how he could have possibly known Winnie.

 

Capt Ward returns Kevin's salute.

 

CAPT WARD

Sit down, Kevin. Relax. Please.

 

Kevin seats himself, still nervous.

 

CAPT WARD

So... how long have you known Winnie?

 

NARRATOR

Funny he should be asking me that question! Still, I was the Freshman cadet, and he was the Commandant of Cadets.

 

KEVIN

We've... we've known each other all our lives, sir. She lived across the street from me when we were kids.

 

Capt Ward smiles, then blinks with misty eyes.

 

CAPT WARD

Oh, my God! You're... you're Karen's little brother!

 

Kevin again looks incredulously at him.

 

NARRATOR

Oh, my God! I'd been found out! A student protest was threatening to sweep Army ROTCee with a storm of violence, and now I was going to catch hell because both my girlfriend and my sister were involved in it! But no. The look in Captain Ward's eyes told me I had nothing to fear. Still, I was so overwhelmed that I couldn't fathom what was going on here.

 

KEVIN

Yes, I am, sir. How do you know...

 

CAPT WARD

And how's Winnie been? Have you been good to her? Taken good care of her? Has she been happy?

 

KEVIN

I guess so, sir. I mean, I like to think I've done my best to take care of her, ever since we were kids. As for her being happy, I like to think she has been for the most part. I mean, she's had a few rough times in her life, ever since her brother...

 

He stops in mid-sentence, then stares at Capt Ward with his mouth open.

 

NARRATOR

And then suddenly I knew. Even before Captain Ward said anything else, I knew.

 

EXT DUSK- THE UNIVERSITY GATEWAY

as Kevin's car exits.

 

INT DUSK- KEVIN'S CAR

with Kevin driving and Winnie next to him.

 

WINNIE

Kevin, what aren't you telling me?

 

KEVIN

(grinning nervously)

What do you want to know?

 

WINNIE

Out of the blue, one of your professors invites you to his home for dinner and tells you to bring a date?

 

KEVIN

Yeah!... That's all there is to it!

 

NARRATOR

And I wasn't even really stretching the truth. Even though they were strictly on the Army's payroll, on the University register, Colonel Huggard was a full professor while Captain Ward and the rest of the officers were assistant professors.

 

WINNIE

Well, you only have three courses that I'm not in. Which prof is it?

 

KEVIN

All right.... It's... it's Captain Ward.

 

WINNIE

(fuming)

I knew it! Kevin, take me back!

 

KEVIN

Come on, Winnie. They're expecting us!

 

WINNIE

Kevin, you don't really think that having one of your R-O-T-C instructors talk to me is going to change my mind about the Peace Rally!

 

KEVIN

Of course not! You don't think I'd have the nerve to invite myself to an officer's house for dinner, do you?

 

WINNIE

Well, he's probably got more reason than you do to stop me from speaking.

 

KEVIN

It's nothing like that! That's not why he invited us.

 

WINNIE

What else am I supposed to think?

 

KEVIN

Trust me, okay?

 

EXT DUSK- THE WARD HOME

in a suburban neighborhood much like Kevin's and Winnie's own childhood neighborhood, with children playing and riding bikes in the street. Kevin's car pulls into the driveway. He and Winnie get out; he reaches for her hand and she gives it, albeit reluctantly. He rings the doorbell.

 

The door opens. Capt Ward stands in the doorway dressed in slacks, loafers and a polo shirt. He smiles. Winnie remains uncomfortable.

 

CAPT WARD

Good evening! Come on in!

 

INT DUSK- THE WARDS' LIVING ROOM.

As Capt Ward lets Kevin and Winnie in, JANET WARD stands nearby, with the couple's TWO CHILDREN, a 7-year old girl and a 5-year old boy. It is an ordinary middle-class suburban living room; the only indications that it belongs to a military family are a family portrait with Capt Ward in a dress blue uniform, an aged authentic Civil War saber on the mantelpiece, and among other photos on the wall, a tintype of an ancestor in a Union cavalry officer's uniform.

 

KEVIN

Sir, I guess you've already met Winnie....

 

CAPT WARD

Yes, I have. This is my wife, Janet. And our children, Brian and Stephanie. Jan, this is Kevin and Winnie.

 

The two couples exchange handshakes, Winnie remaining uneasy.

 

JANET

It's so good to finally meet you. We've waited a long time for this moment.

 

Winnie looks at her, puzzled.

 

CAPT WARD

(gestures toward the couch)

Please, have a seat.

 

Kevin and Winnie sit, and Capt Ward seats himself in an adjacent armchair. There is an uncomfortable moment of silence, and then Janet places her arms around the children.

 

JANET

Why don't you kids give me a hand with dinner?

 

They exit toward the kitchen. Capt Ward looks at Winnie; he is no longer haunted, but he is clearly drawn toward her with as much emotional intensity as before. He reaches out for her hand. She becomes even more uneasy.

 

CAPT WARD

Forgive me for staring, Winnie. I don't know why I didn't see it before.... Well, I guess I did subconsciously. You look so much like your brother!

 

The statement jolts Winnie. She stiffens and draws her hand away.

 

WINNIE

You knew Brian?!?

 

Capt Ward looks over at Kevin.

 

KEVIN

I... I didn't tell her, sir. I thought it would be better if you did.

 

CAPT WARD

(nods)

I was Brian's platoon leader.

 

WINNIE

In Vietnam?

 

CAPT WARD

(nodding)

First Platoon, Kilo Troop, Third Squadron, Eleventh Armored Cavalry "Blackhorse" Regiment. Vietnam Central Highlands, 1968. Private First Class Brian Cooper was a good man. One of the finest and bravest men I've ever known.

 

Winnie pales and her eyes burn with angry tears.

 

WINNIE

He was my big brother, and I loved him. And he died when he was as old as I am now, with his whole life ahead of him.... Excuse me. Kevin, can we go?

 

CAPT WARD

Please stay, Winnie. I've wanted to find you and tell you this for over six years now. I'd given up hope of ever finding you three years ago. That you and I are finally sitting here together is nothing short of a miracle.

 

Kevin reaches and puts his arm around Winnie, then strokes her upper arms. She remains tense and resistant.

 

CAPT WARD

Everything you've just said is absolutely true. Brian did die young, with his whole life ahead of him. And he loved you very much, Winnie. And I think there are a few things he would want me to tell you for him that nobody else can. And I owe it to the man to let you know these things. Please.

 

WINNIE

You owe him?

 

CAPT WARD

(closes his eyes and nods)

More than I'll ever be able to repay.

 

KEVIN

Please, Winnie. Please listen to him. For Brian.

 

Winnie slowly eases her tensions, then nods, drawing herself closer to Kevin for support.

 

CAPT WARD

Now, I only knew your brother for a few months, but when you're facing death together every day, time loses most of its meaning. For much of those few months, he was just another member of my platoon.

 

SLOW DISSOLVE TO:

 

EXT DAY- A TOWN IN SOUTH VIETNAM'S CENTRAL HIGHLANDS (1968).

The town is small but relatively developed. Two M-113 Armored Personnel Carriers configured as Armored Cavalry Assault Vehicles (ACAVs) are stopped at the town square. A few more ACAVs move through the streets, with more forming a perimeter along with M-48 Patton tanks along the edge of the town.

 

CAPT WARD

(voice-over continuing through dissolve)

Brian didn't make a big impression either way at first. He was a good soldier, he did his job, he got along with everyone else-- he was just one of the guys. He didn't stand out-- good or bad-- until that morning in August when our troop was sent in to reinforce a town in the Central Highlands near the Cambodian border, which was being defended only by the local militia. And we arrived a day too late....

 

In the town square are about a dozen dead bodies of townspeople, lying face down. A team of men from Ward's platoon, including Private First Class BRIAN COOPER, is detailed to put them in body bags.

 

One of the bodies is that of a girl of about twelve, with her hair braided into two pigtails in the way Winnie wore hers at the time. Brian Cooper sees the body and he draws back, turning white. He hesitates, and then his hands shake as he turns the body over on its back.

 

Beside one of the ACAVs, Ward (then a Second Lieutenant) speaks to his Troop Commander (the same Captain who appeared in the hospital scene in the prologue).

 

LT WARD

It's the mayor and his family, the constable-- who was also the militia commander-- and his wife, and the schoolmaster and his family. Interpreters say the VC just came in the town after dark, rounded them up, called out the town and shot them in front of everybody.

(sighs bitterly)

Where the hell are the news correspondents and TV cameras when you need them?

 

TROOP COMMANDER

Forget it, Tom! It's not news when Charlie does it. Only when someone on our side does it!

(pause)

Did the militia put up any kind of resistance that you know of?

 

LT WARD

No, sir. Nobody fired a shot. Some of them even turned their weapons in to the VC. They were that spooked.

 

TROOP COMMANDER

(nods)

That's what I'm hearing from the other platoons.

(sighs)

Aw, what the hell's the use?

 

The Troop Commander leans, weary and demoralized, against the front slope of the ACAV.

 

LT WARD

(bitterly forcing a smile)

I think this is the part where John Wayne turns to Victor McLaglen and says:

(imitating John Wayne)

"Sergeant, I think it's about time we did retire!"

 

TROOP COMMANDER

(laughing wearily)

Yeah.

 

He pulls a map from his trouser pocket and unfolds it on the front slope of the ACAV, then points to it.

 

TROOP COMMANDER

Okay, are you clear on where I want you on the perimeter?

 

LT WARD

Yes, sir.

 

TROOP COMMANDER

And Tom. While you're preparing your positions, keep in mind that you're liable to take fire from inside the town, too!

 

LT WARD

Yes, sir.

 

TROOP COMMANDER

Carry on. I'll check on your positions later.

 

Ward walks over toward the other ACAV where he is met by STAFF SERGEANT ANDUJAR, leader of the team, which rides in the ACAV with him.

 

ANDUJAR

All done, Lieutenant. But I think you'd better take a look at Cooper, sir.

 

LT WARD

Why? Is something wrong?

 

ANDUJAR

He's around back. Barfing his guts out.

 

Ward walks around to the rear ramp of the ACAV. He finds Brian Cooper on the ground nearby, on his knees and doubled over.

 

NARRATOR

It wasn't a very flattering story to tell an eighteen year old girl about a deceased older brother she idolized, or to tell me about someone I liked to remember as the epitome of cool. But somehow that gave it the ring of truth. And I knew Winnie and I would get a straight story that night.

 

LT WARD

You okay, Coop?

 

Brian Cooper stands up, pale and breathing heavily.

 

BRIAN COOPER

I'll be okay, Lieutenant. I just need a couple of seconds.

 

LT WARD

What's wrong? It's not like this is the first time you've ever seen a dead body... or smelled one.

 

BRIAN COOPER

No, sir. I can take a dead VC, I can take the dead bodies of other GIs, I can take dead adult civilians. But that little girl... I've got a little sister about her age, sir.

 

LT WARD

I see.

 

He waits several seconds, unable to think of anything to say. Finally, he backhands Brian Cooper on the upper arm.

 

LT WARD

We've gotta press on, Coop. Mount up.

 

EXT, JUST BEFORE SUNSET- THE EDGE OF THE TOWN.

The ACAV is positioned behind a berm and concertina wire, pointed toward an open field with jungle at the far end. Other vehicles are positioned along the edge of town in a defensive line, alternating M-48s and ACAVs. The men of Ward's platoon sit around the vehicles, eating C-rations.

 

NARRATOR

He said that the whole troop had trouble pressing on that day, that that morning had highlighted how futile the whole war could become. But Brian took it the hardest.

 

INT- THE ACAV.

Ward sits inside the ACAV alone, talking on the radio. When finished, he notices Brian Cooper sitting on the lowered rear ramp, holding an unopened box of C-rations on his lap, brooding.

 

LT WARD

Still not eating, huh, Coop? I noticed you skipped lunch, too.

 

BRIAN COOPER

I'll be okay, Lieutenant.

 

LT WARD

(smiles)

That's what you said this morning. Come on in here. Let's talk about it.

 

Brian Cooper enters the ACAV and sits on the troop bench opposite Ward.

 

BRIAN COOPER

Are you giving me permission to speak my mind, sir?

 

LT WARD

Hey! Your ass is out here on the line with the rest of ours! You damn well better have the right to speak your mind.

 

BRIAN COOPER

(pauses thoughtfully)

I don't know, Lieutenant. Is it true our Army gave the town militia two whole companies' worth of rifles and ammo? And that they never fired a shot when the VC came last night? That's what Sergeant Andujar says.

 

LT WARD

(nods soberly)

Yes. It's true.

 

BRIAN COOPER

Then what's the point in our being out here? They're not putting their asses on the line for their own people, so why the hell should we?

 

LT WARD

Whether or not you know it, Coop, everyone's been asking that same question around here. Even us officers!

 

BRIAN COOPER

Do you have an answer? I mean, a little girl who could have been my kid sister gets blown away, and they didn't care enough to try and stop it! Nobody cares, here or back home!

(long pause)

You know what the kicker is? Back home, they call us baby killers! There was this gal back home I grew up with. And when I joined up instead of taking off for Canada, she called me a baby killer! She's known me all her life, she lives across the street. She was my friend. That really hurt.

 

LT WARD

Coop.... Uh, Brian. Tell me about your little sister. Tell me about that street you grew up on.

 

Brian Cooper unbuttons a shirt pocket and pulls out a plastic laminated wallet-sized photo of Winnie. He hands it to Ward.

 

BRIAN COOPER

Her name's Winnie. Well, it's Gwendolyn, actually, but up until this year nobody called her that. When she turned twelve, she started insisting that everyone call her Gwendolyn, but I'm sure that won't last. You know girls at that age. She was a real tomboy, but the folks say now she's starting to notice boys and wear dresses and skirts more regularly. I think she likes the boy across the street-- that girl Karen's little brother. She starts Seventh Grade this year. Honor student, does a lot better than I did.

 

LT WARD

And your neighborhood?

 

BRIAN COOPER

They're renaming the school after Bobby Kennedy. I left my 'Fifty-Nine El Camino up on blocks on the front lawn.... I guess everybody thinks I'm the big cheese among the kids in the neighborhood. Kids play ball in the streets. It's home. What else is there to say? Your typical baby boomer suburbs.

(laughs)

Wally and Beaver Cleaver live to our left, Ricky and David Nelson live on our right, Jeff and Mary Stone live across the street....

 

LT WARD

(laughs )

Yeah, I get the picture.

 

BRIAN COOPER

Except for that flake, Karen! Somehow I can't picture Shelley Fabares calling the boy next door a baby killer....

 

LT WARD

So why didn't you take of for Canada?

 

BRIAN COOPER

'Cause I'm an American. When all this is over, I want to take my El Camino and cruise my own street, listening to the Beach Boys on the radio, not some street in Canada listening to Anne Murray or Gordon Lightfoot!

 

LT WARD

Yeah, sounds like the street I grew up on. I'm from Levittown, New York. We're talking the original prototype baby boomer suburbs here!... So how come you didn't go to college like most of the suburbanites? Not many of you among the draftees.

 

BRIAN COOPER

I wanted to get my service over with. Besides, you may be seeing more of us. They're getting a lot tighter with college deferments nowadays.

 

LT WARD

So you could've gone into ROTCee in college. You're a bright kid. You'd make a good officer.

 

BRIAN COOPER

With all due respect, sir. I knew enough about the Army to know that you lieutenants have the worst casualty rates of all the ranks!

 

LT WARD

(laughing)

Fair enough.

 

BRIAN COOPER

Karen's Dad was a Marine officer in the Korean War. Talked about it once or twice, about how he was wounded on Old Baldy, but made captain because he was the only lieutenant in his unit to come off Old Baldy on his own two feet. So why do you put up with it? You a lifer?

 

LT WARD

I don't know. I used to think I was. Now I want to make sure my little girl Stephanie grows up in a neighborhood like Levittown. I've got a little six month old daughter I haven't even seen yet....

(pause)

Brian, what do you think would happen if someone came some night and rounded up some of the families on your street and shot them in the back? What if it was... Winnie you had to put in that body bag?

 

BRIAN COOPER

Jeez, I don't know, Lieutenant. Up until this morning, the thought never occurred to me. It's just so unthinkable, so incomprehensible.

 

LT WARD

Maybe that's the point to our being out here.

 

BRIAN COOPER

How do you figure?

 

LT WARD

I figure the reason we go to war in godforsaken places, like the 'Nam and Korea, is because having to fight over our own homes is so unthinkable. If we come all the way out here to this cesspool and fight to protect people who don't even care, then anyone in the world who might want to take our homes has to think real hard about what would happen to them if they tried. It keeps it unthinkable.

 

BRIAN COOPER

Are you saying that we're not really trying to save South Vietnam?

 

LT WARD

Oh, we're trying, all right. But if we can't, then we can look at this as a delaying action. Buying time.

 

BRIAN COOPER

Buying time for what?

 

LT WARD

Not for what, Brian. For whom. For my daughter. For your little sister. And even for that flaky chick across the street! What's it worth to you, Brian, to know that we'll never have to dig in like this on the edge of your home town? Granted, we're not completely faultless, that some of our stray rounds cause civilian casualties too, but that's part of war. What's it worth to you to know that what's happening here will never happen back home? To me, it'd be worth my life.

 

BRIAN COOPER

(uncertainly)

Maybe mine too... but will they ever understand that back home? I'm not afraid to be out here getting shot at, as long as it means something back home.

 

LT WARD

Don't hold your breath waiting for thanks, Kid. This is a thankless war. Most people can't grasp the concept of a delaying action; they think it's a euphemism for retreat and defeat. But the bottom line is, if you have to pick a place to go fight a war, better the 'Nam than the Suburbs, right?

 

They both laugh.

 

EXT DAY- THE CENTRAL HIGHLANDS (1968).

The cavalry troop (ACAVs and M-48 tanks) advances across a broad grassland interspersed with patches of jungle and brush, toward a town in the distance. The troop is on line. Ward rides in the machine gun cupola of his ACAV. Brian Cooper, Sergeant Andujar and the rest of the team ride in the troop compartment.

 

NARRATOR

He told us that after that day, they talked occasionally about home and being from the suburbs, but all in all, Brian went back to being like any other member of the platoon. And it stayed that way for about a month, until the day the troop was sent to clear out and secure another town that overlooked the Cambodian border....

 

The grassland erupts with explosions as North Vietnamese forces open fire on the troop from the jungle and from the town itself, with anti-tank field guns, rockets, mortars and machine guns. The M-48s and ACAV machine gunners return fire while the vehicles charge at full speed.

 

LT WARD

Floor it!

 

The ACAV charges toward the town, Ward laying fire with the cupola .50 caliber machine gun while the team machine gunners fire the two M-60 machine guns from the armored gun mounts at the corners of the troop hatch.

 

A North Vietnamese antitank gun fires at them from the edge of the town. The round explodes on the front slope of the ACAV, jolting it and its occupants, and blowing out the interior access panel to the engine compartment; the engine dies and the ACAV coasts to a stop. The DRIVER presses the start button, then tinkers with the choke and other switches to no avail. Smoke starts to seep out of the engine compartment, both inside and outside the vehicle.

 

DRIVER

No Go, L-T! She won't start!

 

LT WARD

Drop the ramp!

(turns to the team)

Dismount! Assemble in those woods over there.

 

He waves his arm toward a tree line about 60 to 70 meters to their right, then returns to the machine gun. He lays covering fire on the gun positions at the edge of the town while the rear ramp is lowered on the ACAV. The team leaps out and runs for the trees as there are more explosions around them and enemy machine gun fire rips up the ground. Ward continues firing as the smoke from the engine compartment thickens and then flames come out near his legs.

 

Another antitank gun fires. The round explodes at the base of the cupola, knocking it out of its ring and slamming it back against Ward's chest, although the frontal armor plates save him from the blast and shrapnel. He is pinned in the cupola ring. He struggles to push the cupola but it is too heavy to move, while the flames from the engine compartment singe his trouser legs.

 

The team reaches the trees and takes cover, still receiving some machine gun fire from the town. The two machine gunners return fire with the M-60 machine guns; Sergeant Andujar takes a headcount.

 

NARRATOR

They'd all made it to safety, including Brian. All except...

 

ANDUJAR

Where's the Lieutenant?

 

The team members glance around and then look back at the ACAV, the front end of which is shrouded in smoke and some flame. They see Ward struggling in the cupola.

 

Brian Cooper stares at Ward, hesitates a second, then drops his field pack.

 

BRIAN COOPER

I'll get him, Sarge!

(draws a deep breath, then screams)

BLACKHORSE!!!

 

He sprints back toward the ACAV, screaming and firing his M-16 toward the town, before Andujar can either approve or object.

 

ANDUJAR

(to the machine gunners)

Cover him, guys!

 

Enemy machine gun fire rakes the ground behind Brian Cooper. He reaches the ACAV, enters through the rear ramp and climbs to the roof next to the cupola. He and Ward struggle to move the cupola, with Ward clenching his teeth in intense pain. More machine gun bullets strike the ACAV.

 

Brian Cooper lifts the machine gun from its mount to lighten the cupola, then throws the machine gun off the front end of the ACAV. He braces himself against the armor plate at the corner of the troop hatch and places his feet against the rear of the cupola.

 

BRIAN COOPER

On three, Lieutenant! One... Two... THREE!

 

The two men heave and move the cupola a few inches back toward its normal position, enough for Ward to squirm loose and drop to the floor of the ACAV, his trousers scorched and smoldering. Brian Cooper jumps down after him, grabs a fire extinguisher from the driver's compartment and sprays Ward's legs, then helps him stand.

 

The two men exit the ACAV from the rear ramp, with Ward staggering and Brian Cooper supporting him with one of Ward's arms across his shoulders. They run toward the tree line with explosions and machine gun fire continuing around them. The fuel tank on the ACAV ignites, enveloping the vehicle in a flash fire.

 

About fifteen feet short of the tree line, Ward and Brian Cooper are hit by a burst of machine gun fire; one bullet hits Ward in the thigh; two bullets hit Brian Cooper in the torso. They both collapse onto the ground.

 

Sergeant Andujar throws a smoke grenade between the wounded men and the enemy positions, then he and the driver run out and drag Ward and Brian Cooper the rest of the way to the trees. The team members lay them out and begin first aid. Both are in shock but still conscious.

 

ANDUJAR

Medics are on the way! Hang in there, Coop! Hang in there, Lieutenant!

 

MUSIC: Turn! Turn! Turn! by The Byrds.

 

DISSOLVE TO:

 

EXT DAY- AN OPEN FIELD A FEW HUNDRED METERS TO THE REAR OF THE BATTLE AREA.

An M-113 configured as an ambulance sits in the field, with a smoke grenade burning nearby. A UH-1 Huey helicopter in Medevac configuration touches down near the M-113. MEDICS carry Ward, Brian Cooper and two other CASUALTIES from the M-113 to the Huey on stretchers.

 

INT DAY- THE HUEY

as it lifts off. Ward and Brian Cooper lie side by side as medics continue to work on their injuries. Brian Cooper is given a plasma transfusion. A medic gives Ward a drink from a canteen, after which he regains a little strength and turns his head toward Brian Cooper.

 

LT WARD

(weakly, barely audible over the Huey's rotor)

Hang on, Brian! We're going home.

 

Brian Cooper looks over at him. He is very pale, but calm and lucid, not showing pain.

 

BRIAN COOPER

You gonna make it, Lieutenant?

 

LT WARD

Yeah, Brian. Thanks.... You saved my life, buddy....

(eyes watering, voice breaking)

Now, don't you die on me! That's an order, soldier!

 

Brian Cooper laughs, then coughs violently. The pain shows briefly on his face and then fades. He becomes even calmer, accepting death.

 

BRIAN COOPER

Mom should be starting dinner right around now.... Dad should just about be pulling into the driveway, coming home from work.... Winnie's probably out in Harper's Woods, playing with the kids across the street.... School starts again tomorrow.... God, I wish I was a kid again... but what they say is true. You can't go home again....

 

LT WARD

(despairingly)

Of course you can, Brian! Maybe you can't be a kid again, but you're going home. You're gonna get your El Camino running again, then you're gonna go cruising with Beach Boys music blaring on your radio....

 

BRIAN COOPER

Hey, Lieutenant?

 

LT WARD

Yeah, Brian?

 

The Huey banks into a turn, giving them a view, in the distance, of the town in ruins and burning as the M-48s and ACAVs of the troop overrun the North Vietnamese defenses.

 

BRIAN COOPER

(smiles)

Better the 'Nam than the Suburbs, right?

 

They both laugh weakly.

 

DISSOLVE TO:

 

INT NIGHT- THE WARDS' LIVING ROOM.

Kevin has one arm around Winnie, who tightly clasps his other hand in both of hers. The tears are streaming freely on both their faces, and Capt Ward is also misty eyed.

 

NARRATOR

From the time I first decided to accept the Army ROTCee scholarship, I never imagined I'd ever let myself cry in front of my commanding officer, especially a hard-core John Wayne cavalry traditionalist. But this was Captain Mad Tom Ward. He wasn't there as my commanding officer, but as someone with whom we shared a bond. Someone who felt the loss of Brian Cooper perhaps as much as Winnie and her parents did. This was okay.

 

END MUSIC

 

CAPT WARD

I was at the Brooke Army Medical Center in Texas for eight months, then went home on convalescent leave. As soon as I was well enough to travel in July of 'Sixty-Nine, I went to your home to look you and your parents up, but there was nobody home.

 

WINNIE

That was the summer my parents were separated. When my Dad moved to Chicago and my Mom and I went to my Aunt's.

 

CAPT WARD

Oh, my God! One nightmare on top of another!

 

WINNIE

It was. It was only for a few months, but it seemed like years.

 

CAPT WARD

I found out later that your parents declined to attend a ceremony for the awarding of Brian's Distinguished Service Cross. I was sad to hear that, but somehow I understood. I understand even more now.

(pause)

Anyway, when I returned to duty, I went to the officer advanced course at Fort Knox and then returned to the Blackhorse Regiment. When I finished my second tour in 'Nam in Seventy-One, I went back to look you and your folks up again, but of course by then you'd moved. The new owners wouldn't give me your new address. I'm sorry it took this long to find you.

 

There is a pause, and then Winnie sits up straight and pulls slightly away from Kevin, releasing her grip.

 

WINNIE

You made all this up! Kevin, you told him all those things about me and about Brian! And about Karen!

 

Capt Ward gets up and goes into the adjacent family room.

 

CAPT WARD

Excuse me. I'll be right back.

 

KEVIN

No, Winnie! Why would I?

 

Winnie is still tearful, and looks very torn and confused.

 

WINNIE

To make me change my mind about the Peace Rally....

 

Capt Ward returns, holding two picture frames.

 

CAPT WARD

No, Winnie. Please believe me. I really did know Brian.

 

He hands her one of the frames. It contains a photo of Ward and his platoon in jungle fatigues with weapons and combat gear, posing alongside an ACAV. Winnie's eyes focus on Brian kneeling in the front row, and then on then-Lieutenant Ward standing behind him.

 

WINNIE

Brian sent us a copy of this picture about a week before he died. I never noticed any of the other faces in it until now....

(looking at Capt Ward)

All right. So you knew Brian. But you still could have made the story up.

 

Capt Ward hands her the other frame. It is a Purple Heart medal certificate awarded to 2nd Lieutenant Thomas H. Ward for wounds received in action on 4 September 1968.

 

CAPT WARD

The Fourth of September, 1968. I think that's a date that's been burned into all our memories. And when Brian and I were Medevac'ed, some of our personal effects got mixed up, and I ended up with this.

 

He hands Winnie the wallet-sized photo of herself which Brian had shown him in the flashback sequence.

 

CAPT WARD

I planned on returning it to you when I looked you and your folks up. I guess it took a little longer than I'd planned. I guess that's also why I felt I knew you.

 

Winnie turns over the picture and reads the inscription on the back: "To the coolest big brother in the world. Love, Gwendolyn." More tears well up and she shakes.

 

WINNIE

(pauses and blinks)

I believe you.

 

She clutches Kevin's hand and he holds her tight.

 

CAPT WARD

When you lose a man in battle, especially like in Brian's case, you incur a lifelong obligation. The dead become a part of you, and you become bound to make a part of them live on through you. That's why tonight means so much to me, just meeting you. I needed to know that you were okay, and to do whatever I could for you.

(turns to Kevin)

That's also part of why I got a little torqued off at Gary Robbins in class last week for calling the Gettysburg Address a "big political speech." Any man who's ever been left alive among his dead buddies after a battle feels that Lincoln speaks directly to him.

 

Winnie blinks and then takes a deep breath.

 

WINNIE

Captain, thank you.... What you've told me... means a lot to me. But I'm sorry. I'm going to speak at the Peace Rally on Friday. I'm not going to change my mind.

 

CAPT WARD

Nobody's asking you to, Winnie. God, no! Nobody can stop you from saying what you want to say in public, and nobody can force you to say anything you don't want to. That's the beauty of this country. And in the end, that's really what Brian Cooper died for.

 

Winnie looks at Capt Ward thoughtfully, her lips quivering. She bursts into tears, and then she and Kevin hug each other tightly.

 

PARTIAL DISSOLVE TO DOUBLE EXPOSURE

with the kiss and embrace scene from the Series Pilot Episode, with Kevin and Winnie, age 12, sitting together on a boulder in a woods. He holds his New York Jets jacket draped over her shoulders, and then they kiss, then hug each other tightly with Kevin stroking Winnie's hair.

 

NARRATOR

It must have been fate that I ended up being the instrument that brought Winnie and Captain Ward together. Even if I hadn't been, it meant a lot to me just being there. Winnie and I had come full circle since that night nearly seven years earlier. As a boy, I held Winnie Cooper in my arms while a frightened, angry and hurt little girl cried out, asking why the big brother she worshipped had been taken from her. For nearly seven years as we grew, I held her hand and bore witness while that little girl painfully and wordlessly continued to ask why. That night, as a man, I held Winnie Cooper in my arms while a young woman finally got her answer.

 

FADE OUT DOUBLE EXPOSURE

 

Kevin and Winnie kiss, then he pulls out a handkerchief and dabs away her tears and then his own. They both blink, smile sadly, and then Winnie takes a long look at Kevin, her eyes showing a new understanding. She turns to Capt Ward.

 

WINNIE

Captain... Was Brian... in love with Karen?

 

CAPT WARD

In love?

(long thoughtful pause, then smiles)

I couldn't tell you for sure, Winnie. I want to say yes to that, but I honestly don't know. I can tell you that he did talk about Karen more than once... and that her calling him a baby killer hurt him more than anything else. But then again, that's what hurt the most for all of us.

(another pause)

Oh, yes. There is one more thing I want to tell you concerning your brother. My son's name is no coincidence.

(turns toward the door to the family room)

Hey, Brian, can you come in here a minute?

 

Five year old Brian Ward comes through the door.

 

BRIAN WARD

Yes, Daddy?

 

CAPT WARD

I want you to meet some very special friends of mine. This is Kevin Arnold, and this is Winnie Cooper.

 

BRIAN WARD

(brightly)

Hey, neat! My name's Cooper, too! Brian Cooper Ward!

 

Winnie and Kevin look at him, their hearts melting.

 

CAPT WARD

Yes, Brian. Do you remember the story I told you about the man you're named after? The man who saved my life in the war?

 

Brian Ward nods and smiles.

 

CAPT WARD

Winnie is his sister.

 

BRIAN WARD

(pauses, thinks, then sincerely)

Does that mean we're related?

 

WINNIE

(pauses, then laughs)

Yeah. Kind of....

SLOW DISSOLVE TO:

 

KEVIN'S AND WINNIE'S FRONT DOOR (1990)

As earlier, we see the right shoulder of a camouflage field jacket with the Blackhorse Regiment patch and a colonel's eagle. Kevin and Winnie both stand inside the door, apprehensive.

 

WINNIE

Please come in.

 

INT NIGHT- THE LIVING ROOM. As the colonel enters, we see that he is Mad Tom Ward. Paul and Becky sit on the couch, and he stands as they see Colonel Ward.

 

PAUL

Good evening, Colonel.

 

COL WARD

Paul. Becky. I'm glad you're here. This involves you, too.

 

NARRATOR

And we all knew that it could only mean one thing.

 

KEVIN

Please have a seat, sir.

 

COL WARD

I think we'd all better have a seat.

 

They all sit tensely, the two couples paired up and tightly holding hands.

 

COL WARD

All the other company commanders and battalion staff officers in my brigade are getting the word by phone, through the chain of command through the battalion commanders. But Winnie, I owe it to you, and to your brother, to deliver this message in person. The brigade's being mobilized on Monday.

 

Winnie and Becky flinch, while Kevin and Paul both take deep breaths.

 

COL WARD

Everyone reports to the home armories at O-eight hundred. We have three days for home station processing, and then Thursday we leave for Fort Hood.

 

There is a long silence. Winnie squeezes Kevin's hand and shuts her eyes. He takes her in his arms and strokes her hair. Becky and Paul draw closer and then hold each other.

 

NARRATOR

No, this was definitely not Frankie Molina's April Fool's Gag. This time, it was all too real.

 

COL WARD

Winnie, I know how much you hate me right now, and you have every right to. I took your brother from you twenty-two years ago, and now this.... I know that nothing I can say will change anything, but I want you to know anyway that I hate doing this as much as you hate me for doing this.

 

Winnie separates from Kevin and wipes her eyes, then looks thoughtfully and sympathetically at Col Ward.

 

WINNIE

I don't hate you, Tom.

 

COL WARD

(smiling painfully)

Are you sure?

 

WINNIE

A long time ago, before I really knew you, I hated you for your uniform and what I thought it meant-- before I knew that you knew my brother and were with him when he died. But once I learned the whole story... well, right now I hate the way the world is and the way human nature is, but not you, Tom. You didn't take my brother from me. In fact, you gave a part of him back to me.

 

COL WARD

(smiling mistily)

Thanks, Winnie.

 

WINNIE

(forcing a smile)

So, Tom. How's my brother's other namesake doing these days?

 

COL WARD

My Brian's doing fine! He's a senior now, he graduates and gets commissioned in May. He's going Armor and Cav, too. Family tradition, I guess. He's going Active Army; I guess he needs to prove himself without having me for a brigade commander, so I couldn't convince him to join the Guard. Not that it makes much difference these days....

 

He bites his lower lip, sighs heavily, then forces a smile.

 

COL WARD

In fact, I'm glad you asked. Jan and I were just up at Ruysdael on Wednesday to bring him home for the holiday weekend. You guys wouldn't believe it! Ruysdael's come a long way since we were there. No graffiti on the ROTCee building, no picketers. Yellow ribbons and American flags all over the campus. In fact, most of the fraternity houses had boards on their lawns or sheets hanging from the windows listing all their alumni who are in the Gulf! It's incredible! You would've never recognized the place.

 

PAUL

(laughs)

No, I can't even picture it!

 

INT NIGHT- THE DINING ROOM.

Kevin, Winnie, the three children, Paul and Becky are seated at the table, all somber. Kevin speaks to the children.

 

KEVIN

... It's not like I've never been away with the Guard before. I'm confident you guys can handle it. Just stick together and look out for each other and take care of each other. Do everything Mom tells you, because she'll be counting on all of you. And if Aunt Becky decides to move in and stay here when the baby comes due, I know she can count on you too. It'll be a lot easier for Uncle Paul and me to do our jobs and come home safe, knowing you guys are doing your part. I want you to show all your friends that there's a lot more to doing your part than pinning some stupid yellow ribbons on your shirts.

(glances over to Winnie and smiles)

Also remember that your Mom and I love you and that we're proud of you. And never forget that you're also the grandchildren of Captain Jack Arnold, United States Marine Corps, and the niece and nephews of Private First Class Brian Cooper, United States Cavalry. I know you'll continue to make us proud of you, and that they'll be able to look down upon you and be proud as well....

 

INT NIGHT- KEVIN'S AND WINNIE'S BEDROOM.

Winnie sits on the edge of the bed, holding the portrait of herself and her brother Brian, looking at it with misty eyes. Kevin enters, sits beside her and places his arm around her.

 

KEVIN

Winnie, are you okay?

 

WINNIE

Kevin....

(breathes deeply and looks at him)

I think... I think that going to war with Iraq would be a mistake. It would be an even bigger mistake than Vietnam. I mean, maybe there are people being brutalized in Kuwait, but it's not like it's part of a worldwide threat like Vietnam. It's not "Better Kuwait than the Suburbs." I think there's a lot of truth to this claim about "blood for oil."

(smiles)

But I also think that somewhere out there, maybe among your boys in Bravo Company, maybe somewhere else-- it may be Nicole Harley's big brother-- there may be a nineteen year old boy, with a mother and father, and a little sister, and a girl across the street he might be in love with, and a car up on blocks on his front lawn. And if you're in a position to get him through this and bring him home safe to them, I know you will.

(sniffles and holds his hand)

Kevin, I don't want you to go! But since you have to, then go with all my love, and know that the children and I will always be here for you to come home to... and that no matter what happens, our hearts will be together forever!

 

They embrace tightly, both weeping.

 

KEVIN

Together forever!

 

NARRATOR

Once upon a time, there was a girl I knew, brown hair, brown eyes, who grew up to become the mother of my children. When she smiled, I still smiled. When she cried, I still cried. More than ever, every single thing happened to me that mattered, in some way, had to do with her.

 

SLOW DISSOLVE TO:

 

EXT DAY- THE COMPANY B ARMORY.

A small convoy of Army wheeled vehicles, including a passenger bus and with two Hummers in front and one at the rear, sits lined up in the parking lot.

 

NARRATOR

One day, a long time ago, Winnie and I promised each other that, no matter what, that we'd always be together. It was a promise full of passion. And truth. And wisdom. And now, the very thing that had enabled us to keep that promise was taking me away from her. Maybe forever.

 

Winnie, the three children, Mr. & Mrs. Cooper, Norma, Wayne, Courtney and Becky are among a large group of relatives of unit members lined up at the edge of the parking lot.

 

NARRATOR

And a few days later, Third Tank and the rest of Colonel Mad Tom Ward's brigade left for Fort Hood, Texas.

 

Kevin and Paul stand in front of the convoy as Dave Wirtschafter gets behind the wheel of the lead Hummer. Kevin raises his right hand with index finger pointed in the air, then gives the wind-up signal.

 

The engines on the vehicles start and the headlights come on. Paul walks down the line of vehicles checking them, gives Kevin a thumbs-up and gets in the front passenger seat of the rear Hummer. Kevin then gets in the front passenger seat of the lead Hummer beside Dave.

 

As the group of relatives waves and soldiers stick their arms and heads out the windows of the passenger bus and wave back, the convoy pulls out of the parking lot and turns down the street, which is lined with more people cheering and waving. The trees, lamp posts and utility poles are adorned with yellow ribbons and American flags, and some people wave signs reading "Good luck, B Company!" "Come home soon" and the like. Some carry posters of Saddam Hussein through a rifle scope with the crosshairs between his eyes.

 

As the convoy passes a shopping center, a high school marching band in the parking lot loudly plays Tie a Yellow Ribbon.

 

INT DAY- THE LEAD HUMMER.

Kevin has his boom box and cassette case on the console between himself and Dave. We continue to hear the band playing. Dave wrinkles his nose.

 

DAVE

God, I hate that song!

 

KEVIN

Yeah! It's about a convicted criminal being released from prison! It's like we're convicts, instead of combat soldiers on our way to war.

 

He rummages through the cassette case, then slides a cassette in the boom box and turns it on. We hear a men's chorus singing She Wore a Yellow Ribbon on the boom box as the band fades out.

 

KEVIN

There! That's the ticket!

(pause)

So, Dave! Whaddya think of all this? It sure as hell isn't like when you left for the 'Nam!

 

DAVE

It's a crock of bull, Kevin!

 

KEVIN

(laughs)

Yeah! I think so, too!

 

DAVE

It's so phony! It's shallow! It may be a thousand square miles wide, but it's a quarter-inch deep!

 

KEVIN

I know!

 

DAVE

All the ribbons and the flag waving... Once the shooting starts for real and the body bags start coming home... or worse, when the first dead Iraqi or Kuwaiti child hit by a stray round shows up on TV, we're back to being baby killers again!

 

KEVIN

That's exactly what I was thinking!

 

DAVE

I've got a long memory, Kevin. I'll never forget the night you and Wayne ended up driving me home from the '72 Homecoming football game at McKinley. When I broke down crying after those kids started calling me a murderer.

 

KEVIN

Yeah! I'll never forget it either. And Dave, for whatever it's worth... I know Paul and I never went to the 'Nam, I know we haven't seen the elephant yet. But we caught the tail end of that crap too!

 

DISSOLVE TO:

 

EXT DAY- THE CAMPUS GREEN (1975)

to the rear of the Army ROTC building. There is a moderately large crowd gathered across the width of the green with their backs to the building, facing a scaffold mounted with a large amplifier-speaker system and microphones. Several policemen stand at the perimeter of the crowd and in a line between the crowd and the building. On the back patio, Kevin, Paul and several other cadets sit or stand watching, all in civilian clothes, but with Frankie wearing jungle fatigue pants with a T-shirt imprinted with Army parachutist wings. He leans against the wall next to his B-52 graffito. On the second floor, Capt Ward stands prominently at an open window wearing his summer khaki uniform.

 

There are several people on the scaffold, including Winnie and Baxter. Winnie looks decidedly out of place in a pastel dress while Baxter and the others-- male and female-- are dressed in denims and tie-dyes. Several in the crowd wave anti-ROTC and anti-war signs and CHANT: "OUT OF VIETNAM NOW!" in between the sentences of the SPEAKER at the microphone.

 

SPEAKER

The end of American Imperialism in Vietnam is at hand, and we stand here ringing out its death knell!... And to insure that there are no more Vietnams, we must rid ourselves of the breeding grounds for America's Imperialist swine!... We must begin by ridding this campus

(jabs his finger toward the building)

of that Imperialist swine farm behind you!

 

The crowd applauds and chants. At the building, Capt Ward shakes his head with a cynical smile. Kevin, Paul and the other cadets roll their eyes back except for Frankie, who produces a bayonet from the cargo pocket of his pants and coolly uses it to clean under his fingernails.

 

The speaker moves aside and Baxter takes the microphone.

 

BAXTER

Our next speaker...

(waits for the chanting to subside)

Our next speaker is a student here at Ruysdael, one of our own who has felt firsthand the tragedy of Vietnam. I'd like to introduce Gwendolyn Cooper, Class of Seventy-Eight.

 

Winnie goes to the microphone holding a set of notes, to a round of applause. She is somber and apprehensive.

 

WINNIE

My brother, Private First Class Brian Cooper, was killed in action in Vietnam on September Fourth, 1968. I loved him, and I still miss him after all these years. He was the best big brother any person could have asked for. I guess he could have been anybody's big brother, but he was mine....

(pause)

Brian wasn't an officer. He was drafted. I don't think he would have gone on to be a career soldier. He wasn't in the Army long enough for anybody to really know what kind of a soldier he would have become. But Brian went when he could have easily asked for a deferment or left the country, and he believed in what he was doing in Vietnam...

(breathes deeply and stands straighter)

... and I'm sorry, but I'm not going to stand here and let his name and the honor of his memory be stained by people who didn't even know him saying that he was a baby killer and an Imperialist tool!

 

The crowd is stunned, first into total silence, and then into indignant murmurs. Baxter stands there dumbfounded.

 

Winnie looks across the green at Kevin, and then despite the distance has a long moment of eye contact with Capt Ward.

 

NARRATOR

Winnie has been my lifelong companion and soul mate. She was the first girl I ever kissed, the only woman I've ever made love with, and now she's the mother of my children. Over the span of our lifetimes, there have been very few days we didn't see each other, and for almost half those years, very few nights we didn't sleep together. There have been countless moments when we laughed together and cried together. And countless moments when I saw a fire in her eyes. But even though I was a good fifty feet away, I had never before or since seen that fire burn more brightly than at that moment. It was a fire of raw courage and determination in the face of sheer terror. Somehow I'm sure I was seeing the same fire that Brian had in his eyes just before he left the safety of the trees to rescue Mad Tom Ward.

 

Winnie looks at her notes and then stares into the crowd.

 

WINNIE

In 1863, Abraham Lincoln was burdened with the seemingly impossible task of burying an unacceptable number of dead from a bloody and unpopular war, while trying to bring back together a nation which had been violently torn apart. Today, we as a nation are again faced with those same tasks, and Mr. Lincoln is no longer with us. But in 1863, he left the words to guide us: "It is for us the living... to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us-- that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion-- that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain-- that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom...."

 

The crowd's murmur of indignation becomes louder as she recites the quote. There are some hisses and boos, and two or three cries of "Imperialist tool!" and the like.

 

Kevin backhands Paul on the upper arm; the two of them unobtrusively slip down the back steps of the building and work their way around the crowd toward the scaffold. Kevin beckons Frankie, who puts away his bayonet and joins them.

 

WINNIE

It may be too late to save South Vietnam from the Communists. Maybe in hindsight it was a mistake to try. But my brother Brian gave the last full measure of his devotion to a cause much, much bigger than just the South Vietnamese government, however moral or immoral it might be. It was the same cause of which Mr. Lincoln spoke a hundred and five years earlier.

 

There is open booing and catcalling from the crowd. Winnie fights back tears, then takes a deep breath and stands with her head high.

 

WINNIE

The same cause which makes this very assembly possible...

 

The jeering increases even further. She puts her notes aside.

 

WINNIE

... and gives me the freedom to stand here and disagree with you without having to offer any apology.... You know, it does hurt to stand here and listen to your booing and insults... but in a way, the pain I'm feeling right now is worth it... because in its own strange way, it lets me know that my brother Brian didn't really die for nothing after all!

 

The jeering and murmurs reach their peak and then drop off abruptly as Winnie steps off the scaffold and walks toward Kevin and Paul.

 

Baxter returns to the microphone but is still dumbfounded.

 

BAXTER

Our next... Our next speak...

 

Both Kevin and Paul embrace Winnie, and then she and Frankie clutch each other's hands. They all turn and look up to the window where Capt Ward is standing.

 

Capt Ward snaps to attention, looks squarely at Winnie, smiles proudly and salutes.

 

Beside Capt Ward, the image of Brian Cooper wearing jungle fatigues appears, also smiling proudly at Winnie, blows her a kiss, then fades out.

 

A few people leave the crowd, but it remains generally intact and then resumes chanting. Winnie and Kevin put their arms around each other and start walking toward their dormitory, away from the building, the scaffold and the crowd. Paul and Frankie stand smiling after them.

 

A MONTAGE OF NEWSREEL FOOTAGE

depicts the fall of South Vietnam to the Communists, including footage of the Boat People, and the famous scenes of American helicopters pulling refugees from the roof of the U.S. Embassy in Saigon, and landing on aircraft carriers.

 

MUSIC: One Tin Soldier by Coven, starting with the second verse.

 

NARRATOR

In the Spring of 1975, South Vietnam fell to the Communists. Most historians would say that that was the end of the war, and that it was the first war that the United States ever lost. It would be years before the wounds of Vietnam would be healed across the nation. Frankie Molina, Paul Pfeiffer and I were long gone before an R-O-T-C cadet could again wear a uniform on the campus of Ruysdael University without being jeered, or called a baby killer, or just plain looked at funny.

 

EXT DAY- THE WARD HOME.

The Cooper family car pulls into the driveway, with Mr. and Mrs. Cooper in the front seat, Winnie and Kevin in the back. They come out of the car as the four members of the Ward family come out to meet them. There are warm bittersweet greetings as Winnie and Kevin introduce her parents to the Wards.

 

NARRATOR

But for Winnie Cooper and her parents, the healing began that Spring of 1975. Because that's when they learned that a part of her brother Brian still lived on, and that part finally came home to them.

 

END MUSIC.

 

DISSOLVE TO:

 

EXT DAY- THE ARNOLD HOME (1975).

Kevin, Winnie, Jack, Norma and Wayne carry boxes of Kevin's belongings from the house to Kevin's car, and load them into the trunk and back seat.

 

NARRATOR

Ironically, in a sense, the Spring of 1975 was also the last time Winnie Cooper went home. She and I still went back to visit our families, of course, but after that summer, an apartment just off the Ruysdael campus became home to both of us, and she was Winnie Arnold. It was a simple ceremony, just immediate family and Paul present. A compromise, really. It didn't make sense to either of us for us to be living in separate dorm rooms when we could be together, but both sets of parents would have killed us if we'd lived in sin!

 

Kevin and Winnie embrace the others, then get in the car. The camera follows as they wave goodbye and drive off, and then pans back to Jack, smiling and waving.

 

NARRATOR

Dad passed away suddenly a few months later. But he got to see the little girl who grew up across the street become his new daughter. And he died knowing that his youngest child was well on his way to following his proud footsteps...

 

EXT DAY- THE CAMPUS GREEN BEHIND THE ARMY ROTC BUILDING (1978).

Kevin stands wearing a Class A dress green uniform with Armor insignia as Winnie and Norma each pin a gold Second Lieutenant's bar on his epaulets.

 

NARRATOR

... as an officer and a gentleman.

 

Winnie and Norma both kiss Kevin, and then Paul and Frankie, both also wearing gold bars on Class As, approach, each shake his hand and hug him. Paul also wears Armor insignia while Frankie wears Infantry insignia and parachutist wings.

 

EXT DAY- A PLATFORM ON THE CAMPUS GREEN.

Kevin follows Winnie, both in graduation cap and gown, in a line of graduates receiving their diplomas from the UNIVERSITY PRESIDENT while a PROFESSOR announces the names from a podium.

 

PROFESSOR

Victoria Jean Armstead.... Gwendolyn Cooper Arnold, Summa Cum Laude.... Kevin Arnold.... Daniel James Aronson....

 

NARRATOR

Right after graduation, Winnie and I renewed our vows at a second wedding-- this time a big one with all our friends and all the trimmings.

 

EXT DAY- A CHURCH DOORWAY.

Paul, Frankie, three other second lieutenants and Mad Tom Ward, now a Major, all wearing dress blues, form an arch of sabers on the steps as Winnie and Kevin, dressed as bride and groom, come out the door. After lingering on Kevin and Winnie, the camera pans over and zooms in to a closer shot of Ward.

 

NARRATOR

Mad Tom Ward-- Major Mad Tom Ward-- was there, of course. By then, he'd left the Regular Army and signed on with the Guard to become the Operations Officer for Third Tank, and he'd talked Paul into joining him in Third Tank while he attended law school.

 

INT-NIGHT- A BANQUET HALL.

A large party of several guests, most of whom are in their early 20s, gathers around the dance floor as Kevin and Winnie dance the traditional wedding first dance to a band singing Never My Love.

 

DISSOLVE TO:

 

A MONTAGE OF SCENES FROM THE SERIES, of Winnie and Kevin together at various ages, ending with the slow dance scenes from the April 19, 1988 and then the February 26, 1992 episodes.

 

NARRATOR

After that, we were off to Fort Knox, Kentucky where I attended the Armor and Cavalry School; Paul was there at the same time, then Winnie and I parted ways with him when it became my turn to serve with the Blackhorse Regiment, which was then on the border between East and West Germany. During those four years, Winnie and I had our first two babies, and somehow while raising them, she managed to get her graduate degree in education. Summa Cum Laude, of course.

 

SLOW DISSOLVE TO:

 

THE BANQUET HALL, with Kevin and Winnie continuing their dance. The camera pans around as other couples join in the dance, including Mr. and Mrs. Cooper, Tom and Janet Ward, Karen and her husband MICHAEL, Wayne and his wife, and Frankie and Maureen. Paul dances with Norma. There is a glint of hostility between Karen and Frankie as they pass each other.

 

NARRATOR

We both enjoyed our time in Europe. Still, I didn't blame Winnie one bit when she cried tears of relief the day I left the Regular Army and we came home. She had them coming. The Guard was a good compromise-- a decent additional income, I got to work with Paul and Mad Tom Ward, and I got to continue playing with tanks and armored personnel carriers. And everyone knew-- so it wasn't too hard to convince Winnie-- that the Guard wouldn't be mobilized except for a really, really serious international crisis....

 

DISSOLVE TO:

 

TV BROADCAST FOOTAGE of President George Bush addressing the nation to announce the start of Operation Desert Storm.

 

MUSIC: We Didn't Start the Fire by Billy Joel.

 

A MONTAGE OF TV NEWS FOOTAGE depicts the air campaign of the Persian Gulf War.

 

NARRATOR

On January Sixteenth, 1991, the war against Iraq began. It started with an air campaign to soften up the enemy defenses for several weeks, in preparation for a ground offensive.

 

END MUSIC

 

INT DAY- A HOSPITAL ROOM (1991).

Becky lies in a bed with the head raised up, with Paul sitting on the edge of the bed with his arm around her. Together between them they hold their newborn daughter. They look dotingly at her and then kiss each other as Winnie stands nearby, beaming.

 

NARRATOR

A month later, Becky had her baby. A little girl, Rachel Paulette Pfeiffer. Paul flew home on emergency leave as soon as Becky went into labor, and arrived just after the delivery.

 

EXT DAY- KEVIN'S AND WINNIE'S HOME.

The three Arnold children gather around Becky as she carries the baby out of the van, with Paul and Winnie following.

 

NARRATOR

He stayed a week, until Becky and Rachel were released from the hospital and settled in at my house with Winnie and the children.

 

EXT DAY- A TACTICAL ASSEMBLY AREA.

Several M-1 tanks sit in a widely dispersed perimeter, hulls and gun tubes oriented outward. A Hummer enters the perimeter and stops. Paul, in BDUs with web gear, M-16 and Kevlar helmet, gets out of the front passenger seat.

 

NARRATOR

And then, Paul rejoined Third Tank.

 

KEVIN, standing on the back deck of a tank in BDUs with a Kevlar helmet and a Colt .45 in a shoulder holster, sees Paul and smiles brightly.

 

KEVIN

Paul!

 

He dismounts the tank and rushes up to Paul. They give each other a tight hug, grinning.

 

KEVIN

Congratulations... Dad!

 

PAUL

Thanks, Kev!

 

Dave Wirtschafter dismounts another tank and comes up to shake Paul's hand, and then several more soldiers gather around and do the same, beginning a cheerful conversation.

 

PAUL

(to Kevin)

Winnie and the kids look like they're holding up okay. In a lot of ways, it's like we're only away for A-T....

 

NARRATOR

And two days later, the Allied ground offensive to liberate Kuwait began.

 

INT TWILIGHT- AN M-1 TURRET.

Kevin sits crouched on the tank commander's seat wearing a CVC helmet. His gunner checks over the fire control systems and the loader stands on his seat halfway out of his hatch. Kevin has an attache case on his lap with his manuscript binder open on it. He writes by the dome lamp while glancing at his wallet-sized photo of Winnie and a larger portrait of the three children. He looks at his watch, pockets his pen and the two photos, then closes the binder and places it in the attache case. He places the attache case in the storage area behind his seat.

 

EXT TWILIGHT- THE TANK as Kevin stands up in the cupola and scans around. The tank sits slightly to the rear of other tanks on the perimeter of the assembly area.

 

ANOTHER ANGLE shows a column of more M-1s passing alongside Kevin's tank, followed by two M-577 Command Post Vehicles; Paul stands in the commander's hatch of the second M-577, an M-60 machine gun resting on the roof in front of him. Kevin and Paul smile and give each other a thumbs-up, and then Kevin hits his helmet switch.

 

KEVIN

Blue One, this is Black Six. Move out. Out.

 

A platoon of four tanks backs out of the perimeter near Kevin, then falls into column behind the M-577s. Dave Wirtschafter stands in the cupola of the third tank, and as it passes Kevin's tank, Dave and Kevin exchange salutes and a thumbs-up.Kevin hits his helmet switch again.

 

KEVIN

White One, this is Black Six. Follow my move. Out.

 

MUSIC: Turn! Turn! Turn! by The Byrds.

 

Kevin's tank falls into line behind the platoon, and then another platoon of four tanks backs out of the perimeter and falls into line behind it.

 

SLOW DISSOLVE TO:

 

EXT DAY- A MILITARY CEMETERY (1968)

in a repeat of the opening scene of Brian Cooper's funeral, starting with the wide angle of rows of headstones and then the closer shots of the Arnold family with Kevin glancing at Winnie, then the close shot of Winnie fighting back tears.

 

NARRATOR

More than fifty-eight thousand Americans died in Vietnam. One of them was Private First Class Brian Cooper of the Eleventh Armored Cavalry "Blackhorse" Regiment. The cool kid across the street, whose pigtailed little sister I fell in love with and eventually married.

 

SLOW DISSOLVE TO:

 

EXT DAY- A CLOSE SHOT OF WINNIE (1991)

dressed in black and staring numbly.

 

The camera zooms back slightly to show the top of a flag-draped casket in the foreground.

 

ANOTHER ANGLE shows a funeral taking place at a military cemetery, in a layout almost identical to that of Brian Cooper's funeral. A clergyman delivers a gravesite prayer.

 

With the top of the flag draped casket in the foreground, the camera pans across the front row of mourners to show in order: Janet and Tom Ward, with him in dress blue uniform; Winnie's old roommate Maureen; Becky carrying the baby, and then Paul, also in dress blue uniform and with tears in his eyes; Brian Arnold, Jack Arnold II and Wendy Arnold, then Winnie.

 

COL WARD steps to the head of the casket, smiles sadly in Winnie's direction, then looks at the casket.

 

COL WARD

"It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us-- that from these honored dead, we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion...."

 

A CLOSE SHOT OF WINNIE shows her tearfully smiling back in Col Ward's direction, and then the camera zooms back to show Kevin with his arm around her, also in dress blues and weeping.

 

NARRATOR

In contrast, fewer than three hundred Americans died in the Persian Gulf War. One of them was Major Francis L. Molina of the 82nd Airborne "All American" Division, Ruysdael Class of '78. One of the first friends Paul and Winnie and I made in college. He'd survived all the fighting the 82nd saw in Iraq and was with the Allied forces that got the closest to Baghdad, only to be riding in a Hummer that hit a land mine a week after the ceasefire. By then, things had wound down enough for Colonel Ward, Paul and myself to break loose just long enough to fly home for the funeral.

 

The camera pans over to show Karen and Michael next to Winnie and Kevin.

 

NARRATOR

Believe it or not, my sister Karen, her husband Michael and their kids were there, too. They'd crossed paths with Frankie Molina a few times. The first time was in June of '78, at Winnie's and my big wedding banquet; at that time, Karen and Frankie had a few words and she ended up calling him a Fascist storm trooper. But as incredible as it sounds, the second time they crossed paths, Karen actually kissed Frankie as soon as she recognized him. That was in October of '83; by then, Frankie was commanding a rifle company with the 82nd Airborne, while Karen and her family had moved from Alaska to where Michael had been accepted into medical school-- at Saint George's University, on the Island of Grenada.

 

PAUL kisses Becky on the cheek and then steps away from the mourners. He walks the several yards toward the firing party and stands at attention before them as they move from Parade Rest to Attention and Port Arms.

 

SLOWLY FADE OUT MUSIC.

 

PAUL

(voice shaking and choked with tears)

Firing party! By my command! Lock and Load!... Fix bayonets!

 

The men of the firing party smartly pull back and release the charging handles on their M-16s, then draw bayonets from their web belts and affix them to the M-16s. They proceed to fire the three farewell rifle volleys, and then a bugler plays Taps.

 

NARRATOR

Colonel Ward, Paul and I couldn't stay very long. As soon as the funeral and reception were over, we got on a plane and flew right back... to Fort Hood, Texas, which Third Tank and the rest of Mad Tom Ward's brigade never left.

 

INT DAY- A HALLWAY

with the camera on a door with lettering on frosted glass which reads:

 

G-3

COL D.V. HAMM

 

We hear Col Ward's voice shouting from inside.

 

COL WARD

Screw this crap! I'm not signing anything! You know damn well our last external ARTEPs were just as valid as any ARTEP with the Active units in Third Corps!

 

NARRATOR

Let's just say that a big nasty controversy had flared up when the Army suddenly threw out all the most recent readiness evaluations of all the Guard combat brigades that were mobilized, and declared that we weren't as combat ready as our Regular counterparts. To this day, it still hasn't been settled. It probably won't be settled until the next war.

 

The door flies open and Col Ward, Lt Col McKeever and four other lieutenant colonels, two with Armor and two with Infantry insignia, storm out slamming the door behind them. The camera precedes them as they stalk down the hallway in a silent rage.

 

NARRATOR

And before this war was over, Mad Tom Ward's nickname had taken on a whole new meaning.

 

EXT DAY- A SUBURBAN STREET.

A convoy of Army wheeled vehicles passes through the street, which is adorned with yellow ribbons and flags. A small but loudly cheering crowd lines the streets, waving "Welcome Home!" signs and flags. On a loudspeaker, we hear Tie a Yellow Ribbon by Tony Orlando and Dawn.

 

NARRATOR

A few months later, Third Tank came back from Fort Hood and demobilized, and we went home to our families for good. That year, the Department of Defense awarded a medal, the National Defense Service Medal, to everyone who was in the Regulars, Ready Reserves or National Guard during the Persian Gulf War. It was the same medal awarded to the Regulars and activated Reservists during Korea and Vietnam. ROTCee cadets have never been eligible for it. Still, even though we lost one of our best friends in the Gulf, Paul and I look at our medals not so much as Gulf War medals, but as Vietnam War medals that were delivered sixteen years late. And we're both pretty sure that, even though he died in the Gulf, Frankie Molina would've felt the same about his.

 

INT DAY- WINNIE'S OFFICE.

Winnie stands and smiles as Nicole enters clinging to the arm of her brother, CORPORAL MATT HARLEY, who is dressed in a Marine Corps dress blue uniform. They all smile cheerfully as Nicole introduces her brother to Winnie.

 

NARRATOR

And so, little by little, life returned to normal.

 

INT DUSK- KEVIN'S AND WINNIE'S DINING ROOM.

Kevin and Paul, still dressed in BDUs, eat dinner with Winnie, the children and Becky, with the baby in a bassinet nearby.

 

ANGLE ON PAUL AND BECKY.

 

NARRATOR

Paul has pretty much become his old self. If he does feel let down or cheated that Third Tank didn't actually get to fight, he hasn't really shown it. Maybe actually carrying his daughter in his arms put things in a new perspective. Maybe burying Frankie simply took whatever bluster there was out of him. Or maybe just getting mobilized and sent to Fort Hood was was close enough to seeing the elephant for him.

 

The camera slowly pans around the table to show Kevin, Winnie and the children.

 

NARRATOR

As for me, I like to think that if we had seen combat, I would've handled myself in a way Dad would've been proud of. But it doesn't bother me that I didn't get to see the elephant. And I know that there are at least four people-- a wonderful woman with brown hair and brown eyes, her daughter, and her two sons-- who are awfully glad I didn't have to.

 

INT NIGHT- THE KITCHEN OF KEVIN'S AND WINNIE'S HOME.

Winnie closes the dishwasher and turns it on as Kevin enters, carrying a giftwrapped box.

 

KEVIN

Winnie, I've got something for you.

 

Winnie smiles, pleasantly surprised.

 

WINNIE

Oh!

 

She takes the box. They sit at the breakfast table as she unwraps and opens it. She pulls out his manuscript binder.

 

WINNIE

It's your manuscript!

 

KEVIN

Yeah. You know how you always wanted to wait until I was finished before you read any of it?

 

WINNIE

Uh, hmm.

 

KEVIN

It's finished. I finished it at Hood while we were waiting to demobilize.

(smiling sadly)

I figured Frankie's funeral was a good place to end it.

 

Winnie strokes his shoulder and then runs her fingers through his hair.

 

WINNIE

Kevin, he was my friend, too, and I'll miss him. But for whatever it's worth... maybe it was his destiny all along... and even if it wasn't, he was ready for it. More ready than most men ever are, anyway.

 

KEVIN

(blinking mistily)

Yeah. He was.

 

INT NIGHT- THE ARNOLD BOYS' BEDROOM.

Brian and Jack II lie in their beds as Kevin stands near the doorway.

 

KEVIN

Listen, guys. Paul and Becky said to say thanks again for everything. And I'm really proud of you and your sister. Proud of the way you helped with Becky and Rachel, and the way the three of you stuck together and helped each other and your Mom. Thanks. We owe you.

 

BRIAN ARNOLD

You mean that, Dad?

 

KEVIN

Of course, I mean it!

 

BRIAN ARNOLD

Okay, just remember that the next time I don't get the lawn mowed on time! In fact, could I have it in writing?

 

KEVIN

Yeah! You got it!

 

JACK II

Hey, Dad?

 

KEVIN

Yeah, Jack?

 

JACK II

My classmates and my teachers all think you're pretty special for being in the Army. Even if you didn't get to go over there and shoot any bad guys!

 

KEVIN

Thanks! Good night, guys!

 

He turns out the light and steps out.

 

JACK II

Good night, Dad!

 

BRIAN ARNOLD

Welcome home, Dad!

 

INT NIGHT- WENDY'S BEDROOM.

Wendy sits up in bed reading a copy of Michael Shaara's The Killer Angels as Kevin comes in and sits on the edge of her bed. She puts the book down and they hug.

 

KEVIN

And how's my best little girl?

 

WENDY

I missed you, Daddy! Welcome home!

 

Kevin looks at the book in amusement.

 

KEVIN

You're reading The Killer Angels?

 

WENDY

Uh huh! It's for my Gifted and Talented class. We have to pick a historical novel and read it, then compare it with the actual history on the same subject. Between your having a copy and our visiting Gettysburg last summer, I thought it would be perfect.

 

KEVIN

Pretty impressive! You know, Paul and I had to read it for the Army Command and General Staff College. That's the school for captains and majors.

 

WENDY

Yeah, I know.

 

KEVIN

I mean, not very many ten year old girls would pick a book like that.

 

WENDY

(pauses and smiles)

Well, Daddy, I know my name's the same as Mom's, and that I look just like her. But I'm your kid, too, Daddy!

 

KEVIN

Yeah, you're absolutely right!

 

WENDY

You know, it's really true what the book says, with the title and everything.

 

KEVIN

What do you mean?

 

WENDY

Well, as I started reading, I thought about you and how you're just like everyone else's father. And about Paul and Colonel Ward and Dave and how they're just like everyone else's father. And I thought about Frankie, and about what everyone says Uncle Brian and Grandpa Arnold were like. And what the book says is true: Man really can be a Killer and an Angel at the same time.

 

KEVIN

(laughs)

Yeah! You're my kid, but you know, Wendy, that's the kind of profound observation your Mom was making even when she was your age.

 

WENDY

Hey, Daddy?

 

KEVIN

Yes, Wendy?

 

WENDY

You know, Mom finally told me the story about your first kiss!

 

KEVIN

(smiles)

She did?

 

WENDY

Yeah. About the day Uncle Brian died. It was so sad. But that was so sweet of you, Daddy!

(thoughtful pause)

I guess most kids never think about their parents having been kids themselves. About their being scared, or hurt... or falling in love.

 

KEVIN

Yeah. You know, I guess your Mom and I were always crazy about each other since the day we met. And your Uncle Brian was quite a guy. I still miss him, too, almost as much as your Mom does. Still, I wonder sometimes, if it hadn't been for that day, if you and your brothers would've ever been born. Your Mom and I were crazy about each other, but that day, we both realized deep down inside, that we were gonna love each other forever.

 

WENDY

(smiles)

Yeah. That's exactly what Mom said!

 

Kevin stands and turns toward the door.

 

KEVIN

Good night, Wendy. You want the light out?

 

WENDY

No thanks, Daddy. I think I'll keep reading a while. Good night.

 

INT NIGHT- KEVIN'S AND WINNIE'S BEDROOM.

Winnie sits cross-legged on the bed, holding the manuscript in her lap and reading it with moist eyes and occasionally sniffling. Kevin enters, and she turns to him with a tearful smile.

 

WINNIE

Kevin, I love it! It's the most beautiful thing I've ever read!

 

Kevin sits on his side of the bed.

 

KEVIN

You really mean it?

 

WINNIE

Yeah! I love it! I mean... I've just barely started, but I love everything I've read so far. I'm still where we're in Seventh Grade, where Eddie Pinetti beat you up for defending my honor, after he started poking me with my field hockey stick...

 

KEVIN

(laughs)

Yeah.

 

Winnie leafs backward through the pages.

 

WINNIE

But what I really, really loved was the way you ended the first chapter... in Harper's Woods after Brian died.

(reads from the manuscript with tears in her voice)

"It was the first kiss for both of us. We never really talked about it afterward, but I think about the events of that day again and again, and somehow I know that Winnie does, too-- whenever some blowhard starts talking about the anonymity of the suburbs, or the mindlessness of the TV generation...."

(smiles at Kevin)

You've been reading my thoughts perfectly all these years!

(continues reading)

"Because we know that inside each of those identical boxes, with its Dodge parked out front and its white bread on the table and its TV set glowing blue in the falling dusk, there were people with stories. There were families bound together in the pain and the struggle of love. There were moments that made us cry with laughter, and there were moments, like that one, of sorrow and wonder."

(smiles at Kevin again)

It's beautiful! I love it!

 

KEVIN

Thanks.

 

He gets under the covers next to her, then puts his arm around her waist.

 

KEVIN

So. You gonna keep reading?

 

Winnie closes the binder and places it on her bedside table, then gets under the covers smiling at him.

 

WINNIE

No. It can wait. We have plenty of time.

 

They begin kissing tenderly and caressing each other.

 

FADE TO CREDITS.

 

WINNIE'S VOICE

I love you, Kevin.

 

KEVIN'S VOICE AND NARRATOR

I love you, Winnie.

 

RUN CLOSING CREDITS.

 

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