"Well, boys, I reckon this is it — nuclear combat toe to toe with the Rooskies.
“Now look, boys, I ain't much of a hand at makin' speeches, but I got a pretty fair idea that something doggone important is goin' on back there. And I got a fair idea the kinda personal emotions that some of you fellas may be thinkin.'
“Heck, I reckon you wouldn't even be human bein's if you didn't have some pretty strong personal feelin's about nuclear combat.
“I want you to remember one thing, the folks back home is a-countin' on you and by golly, we ain't about to let 'em down.
“I tell you something else, if this thing turns out to be half as important as I figure it just might be, I'd say that you're all in line for some important promotions and personal citations when this thing's over with. That goes for ever' last one of you regardless of your race, color or your creed.
“Now let's get this thing on the hump — we got some flyin' to do."
And later:
"Survival kit contents check. In them you'll find: One forty-five caliber automatic; two boxes of ammunition; four days' concentrated emergency rations; one drug issue containing antibiotics, morphine, vitamin pills, pep pills, sleeping pills, tranquilizer pills; one miniature combination Russian phrase book and Bible; one hundred dollars in rubles; one hundred dollars in gold; nine packs of chewing gum; one issue of prophylactics; three lipsticks; three pair of nylon stockings.
“Shoot, a fella' could have a pretty good weekend in Vegas with all that stuff."
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