Three, four...Margot, greet the moon greet the sun and the stars for me. Take off, the aircraft flies away above the hangars and the rooftops Margot, greet the moon greet the sun and the stars for me.
A serious looking face...a little despondent...sad even...you could say sad, a hint of sadness. But it was only a photo, so, sad at that moment.
He'd waited his whole life to stop thinking at, last about anything. And that's what he expected. Thinking of her, would have been like thinking of nothing.
- I'm asking you, begging you, not to write to me, to leave me alone. Leave me in peace.
- No, that's impossible. Am I at peace? Not since I got to Know you.
Two old friends. Inseparable. Pastimes:Josepha, the theater, Marquierite, aviation. A world. A gaping chasm. And their view of men.
About a US Navy pilot during the Korean war. The Bridges at Toko-Ri. The pilot, shot down, has to be brought back at any cost.His pal comes for him by helicopter. The Koreans wait for it to land. The two men reunite. No shelter. Gunfire. The Koreans kill them both.