Since You Went Away

"Anne Hilton: Jane, dear, come into the living room. I'd like to talk to you. Jane Hilton: What's the matter, Mom? Anne Hilton: Well, mayn't I talk to you if I want to? Jane Hilton: Of course, but you sound so strange. Anne Hilton: Do I? I'm sorry, I don't mean to. Jane Hilton: What is it? Why couldn't Brig hear? Is that why you sent her - ? Not about... Pop. Anne Hilton: No. Sit down, darling. Jane, dear, I'm terribly proud of the way you've grown up. I'm sorry Pop missed it. Jane Hilton: Oh, is that all? That's sweet of you, Mother. Anne Hilton: No, dear, it isn't... Jane Hilton: It's so wonderful being at the hospital. I wish you could come and visit. Anne Hilton: I will. Jane Hilton: But some of it's so sad. If you could see those boys. And they're so cheerful, most of them. Anne Hilton: I know. They have such courage. I like to think that you have that kind of courage, too, darling. Jane Hilton: What are you trying to tell me? Anne Hilton: That when a man goes off to war, we have to be... Jane Hilton: Bill! Anne Hilton: The telegram came just a few minutes ago. It was addressed to you, but I opened it. Jane Hilton: Did it say he was missing, or what? I don't care if he's wounded, I don't care what's happened to him, if only... Anne Hilton: No, dear, it said he... it said he died in action at Salerno. Jane Hilton: Oh, it couldn't be! It couldn't be! It could be a mistake, couldn't it, Mother? I've heard that sometimes - sometimes they get the names mixed up. Anne Hilton: Oh, no, honey, you mustn't fool yourself! That would be the worst thing of all. You've got to face it, as hard and cruel as it is. Jane Hilton: Yes, I know. I've known it all along. Oh, Mother! Anne Hilton: Cry, darling. Cry your heart out. I won't try to tell you that you'll get over it soon, because it will take time - maybe a long time."

"Jane Hilton: I'm sorry to have interrupted you, Dr. Golden, but I was instructed to get the patient to bed. Dr. Sigmund Gottlieb Golden: It's all right. He's had quite enough for one day. Jane Hilton: Doctor, will Mr. Williams be all right? Dr. Sigmund Gottlieb Golden: In time. In time. He's a fine young man. He must have another chance at life, and we must work to give it to him. Jane Hilton: His burns seem almost healed. Dr. Sigmund Gottlieb Golden: Yes, his burns, but the most serious injury - that, I'm afraid, will take more time. Jane Hilton: The injury to his mind? Is that what you mean? Dr. Sigmund Gottlieb Golden: No, not to his mind. To his confidence, in himself and in others. Yes, we must rebuild Danny Williams' life all the way back and all the way forward. Hasn't there every been anyone close to you, Miss Hilton, for whom you would like to have done that? Jane Hilton: Yes, there was someone. Dr. Sigmund Gottlieb Golden: Ah, there was. We must not live in the past, my child. There is a whole wide broken world to mend. Come, come, I mustn't have another patient. How would you like to do a tired old man a favor? Jane Hilton: Oh, anything, Doctor. Dr. Sigmund Gottlieb Golden: Then smile for me. Let me see that young people still can smile as they used to long ago. Huh? Yes. Just as I remember. Good night, my child."