Oh, aren’t they just beautiful?
Three days, if I recall correctly.
They had three days, from the time they got off that blasted ship in Glasgow, and took the train into England – three days before they had to march in this revue. This is clearly filmed in the UK, and the girls were wearing their woolens and buttoned up in their coats and gloves. I know how I feel about having to march about in the damp and gray; these ladies had aches and cold ears — and they didn’t flinch or whine. They didn’t show it.
You know what else strikes me? How is it that people say that people of any ethnic ancestry all look alike? Really look at those faces, and tell me how many different noses, how many different chins you see. The variety of eyes, freckles – yes, there are those – shades and hues you see will speak of a mingling and melting of cultures and peoples and places of which once upon a time America was proud. Which brings me to my original point: aren’t they just beautiful? I’d love to squeeze them all.
For the record: the lady doing the reviewing is the Commander – and eventually Lieutenant Colonel – Charity Adams Earley; this film is courtesy some Army footage.