Uh, pardon my asking, but how old are you, Mr. Williams? That's a military secret. Now,...

Capt. Nelson: Uh, pardon my asking, but how old are you, Mr. Williams? Mark Williams: That's a military secret. Now, wait a minute. Let me tell you something. You know what I did before the war? I sat on a nice soft cushion in a pine-paneled office and I gave orders, and people jumped and I made a bucket of dough per week. Now I'm out here. I came out here as I wanted to be here. Because I wanted to do what I could so the people back home would know a little better what war is about. I'm making no dough, Capt. Nelson, and I may wind up with a bullet through my, uh... typewriter. I know it isn't easy. I didn't come out here expecting it to be easy. But you're not fighting this war from behind a desk, are you? Capt. Nelson: No. Mark Williams: Well, I'm not writing it from behind one, either. Capt. Nelson: Okay, Pop. Maybe you're a little old, but you'll do. Glad to have you with us.