Second lieutenant is a junior commissioned officer military rank in many armed forces.
The rank second lieutenant was introduced throughout the British Army in 1871 to replace the rank of ensign (cornet in the cavalry), although it had long been used in the Royal Artillery, Royal Engineers, Fusilier and Rifle regiments. At first the rank bore no distinct insignia. In 1902 a single Bath star (now commonly referred to as a pip) was introduced; the ranks of lieutenant and captain had their number of stars increased by one to (respectively) two and three. The rank is also used by the Royal Marines.
In the Royal Air Force the comparable rank is pilot officer. The Royal Navy has no exact equivalent rank, and a second lieutenant is senior to a Royal Navy midshipman but junior to a sub-lieutenant. The Royal New Zealand Navy – breaking with Royal Navy tradition – uses the ensign grade for this rank equivalent. The Royal Australian Navy also breaks tradition in the sense that it has the equivalent rank of Ensign, but it is titled "acting sub lieutenant."
Second Lieutenant Arun Khetarpal, PVC (14 October 1950 - 16 December 1971) born in Pune, Maharashtra, was an officer of the Indian Army and a posthumous recipient of the Param Vir Chakra, India's highest military decoration for valour in face of the enemy. He died in the Battle of Basantar during the Bangladesh war where his actions earned him his honour.
Arun Khetarpal was born in Pune, Maharashtra on 14 October 1950.[citation needed] His father M. L. Khetarpal was serving in the Indian Army and his family traced a long history of service.[citation needed] Attending Lawrence School, Sanawar, he distinguished himself both as an able student and sportsman. Khetarpal joined the National Defence Academy in 1967. He belonged to Foxtrot Squadron where he was the Squadron Cadet Captain of the 38th Course. His NDA No was 7498/F/38. He subsequently went on to join the Indian Military Academy. In June 1971, Khetarpal was commissioned to the 17 Poona Horse.
During the Bangladesh war, the 17 Poona Horse was assigned to the command of the 47th Infantry Brigade of the Indian Army. Through the duration of the conflict, the 47th Brigade saw action in the Shakargarh sector in the Battle of Basantar.
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Untold and lost history. A true story of the American Pathfinders, the volunteer paratroopers whose deadly mission was to land 30 minutes before the Normandy invasion, locate and mark strategic "drop zones" and set up the top-secret navigation equipment needed to guide the main airborne assault on D-Day.
Behind enemy lines, alone, with a single mission.
This top secret mission was vital to the success of the entire D-Day invasion.
Mission failure meant the lives of thousands, it was up to these men to pull it off.
On the brink of death - courage was his only weapon.
[Answering a question about his 1908-9 expedition]::Sir Ernest Shackleton: Thank you for your question. You are right, sir, we failed. We failed to reach the South Pole. I turned back. I chose life over death for myself and for my friends, which is why I am here to tell you about it tonight. But others follow in our footsteps Captain Scott, taking our route; the Norwegian, Amundsen, from the Bay of Whales. And if they should fail, then I will try again. Because I believe it is in our nature to explore, to reach out into the unknown. The only true failure... would be not to explore at all.
Emily Shackleton: Well?::Sir Ernest Shackleton: Well, what?::Emily Shackleton: How did you do?::Sir Ernest Shackleton: Ahh, one invitation to go to the races, and a request from Mr. Morgan's office to keep in touch with developments. A zero, a naught, nothing.::Emily Shackleton: So what's next?::Sir Ernest Shackleton: I don't know. Rent an office and get started, I suppose.
[using the tea-things to demonstrate the planned expedition]::Sir Ernest Shackleton: And there we will, uh, make a base, and a smaller party will start a march towards the, um...::Janet Stancombe Wills: Scone.::Sir Ernest Shackleton: Ah, ah, the scone, precisely. At the same time a second group will land on the other side of the continent, uh, the Ross Sea, and make their way across the Beardmore Glacier towards the Pole, I-I-I mean the, uh, scone, um, laying food depots[he uses crumbs] as they go, so that my party will have supplies for the second half...[and at this point the dog jumps onto the tableau and starts eating it]
Sir Ernest Shackleton: Yes, well, uh, thank you for seeing me, and, uh, perhaps you will be able to give some thought to the possibility of becoming a sponsor.::Janet Stancombe Wills: Sir Ernest, my contribution towards your exciting adventure is over there on the desk. Please. I'm not the sort of woman to waste a man's time.::Sir Ernest Shackleton: Miss Stancombe Wills, I don't know how to thank you.::Janet Stancombe Wills: By succeeding, of course. And perhaps by addressing me in future as Janet.
Sir Ernest Shackleton: But grateful as I am for the generous contribution of this society, this committee must accept that scientists do not pay for science. I make no apology for seeking publicity. Without something that the newsmen can understand and support, there is no public; without the public there are no sponsors; without sponsorship there is *no expedition*.
Sir Ernest Shackleton: You think the threat of war makes it hard to raise money; it doesn't make any bloody difference! If it's not a war, it's a peace, or the stock market, or the weather, or the time of year. It is always hard, because what I do appears unreasonable to other men.
Sir James Caird: After this conversation, I realize there is only one option open to me if I am to protect myself and my money. This is a cheque for £24,000. If I were to give you less, the expedition might never happen, and my money would be wasted. I do not like waste. I particularly do not like to see a man's abilities wasted.
Sir Ernest Shackleton: First let me say that if war is declared, any man who wishes to leave the expedition to serve his country is free to do so. It is clear to me where our first duty lies, and this morning I telegraphed the First Lord of the Admiralty and put our ship, and every one of us, at his disposal. We now await his decision. I hope you will forgive me, but I particularly asked that if he saw fit to employ us in the service of our country, that might he allow us to stay together, erhaps aboard a destroyer. I did this because I can honestly think of no finer group of men with whom to serve.
[reading the telegram]::Sir Ernest Shackleton: From Winston Churchill. There's only one word; Proceed.
Janet Stancombe Wills: A rich old lady gets used to people not telling her the truth; flattering her, perhaps. But you've never done that. You've always paid me the compliment of speaking from your heart; now allow me to do the same. Go to the Pole. Go before it's too late. Not everyone is fortunate enough to understand their own talent, but you know yours. Well, use it. For your family, and for your country.
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October 2, 1968 in Mexico City. There's only ten days for the Olympic Games and a small student's revolt has turned into a major political turmoil. A meeting will be carry out that day in Tlatelolco (the largest housing complex in the city) and the situation is extremely tense. A typical middle-class mexican family (living in Tlatelolco) will be tragically involved in the events, when the meeting is brutally interrupted by the army and hundreds of people are killed in the square in front of their apartment building.
Keywords: family-relationships, politics, revolt
Maj. Gen. Joe Barrett: I did not come here because I was better or smarter than General Dawson. I'm here because I was a dogface once, and I'm supposed to have a better understanding of the men. I'm also a dropkick, so you might have a problem with the way I talk - but I guarantee you, you won't have a problem understanding me. Now I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S WRONG AROUND HERE, BUT THERE'S AN ODOR OF DECAYING MORALE THAT I CAN SMELL A MILE AWAY! Men who FEEL licked are gonna GET licked!
Cook: Let's go! Let's go! I ain't got all day! Come on, stupid, come on! [Notices that the next man holding out his mess kit to him is none other than the general] Oh, I'm sorry, sir, I didn't recognize you... Hey, quick! Get something special for the general!::Maj. Gen. Joe Barrett: I want some of that. [Cook hesitatingly ladles some stew into Barrett's messkit bowl. Barrett takes one forkful, spits it out, and sets his messkit on the table] I wouldn't feed this to a starving buzzard. [dumps the whole pot of stew onto the ground] Call HQ and have some hot chow sent up here right away.::Capt. Tony Sanchez: Yes, sir. [And the men around them give a loud cheer]
Maj. Gen. Joe Barrett: So hey, what's this about you being a G-2?::Col. Douglas Graham: Well, when you're too old for command, and too young to retire, and too stupid to do anything else, there's only one place for you in this man's Army - Intelligence!
Maj. Gen. Joe Barrett: If you wanna smoke... get in the bottom of the hole. I could see that cigarette five miles away!
GI #2: Give 'em hell, General.::Maj. Gen. Joe Barrett: You got the rifle, YOU give 'em hell.
He's the Private With a Private Jeep...a Private Stock of Girls...and a Private Joke on the Whole U.S. Army!
William 'Bill' Bowers: And that was when the Vigaro hit the Mixmaster.
William 'Bill' Bowers: No luck huh?::Archie Hall: Oh this goes way, way beyond luck, buddy. I think we may have finally reached the point where we're operating in the realm of the supernatural.
Pvt. Russell Drexler: Have you seen the newsreel shots of those English glider invasions? The whole idea seems to be to try and crash through as many fences as you can before you burst into flames.
Pvt. Russell Drexler: And maybe you haven't given any thought to how much you are a sitting duck in one of those things.::Archie Hall: Aw, now, what is a sitting duck but a duck that just happens to be sitting?::Pvt. Sam Beacham: [Sarcastically] "What is a DEAD duck but a duck that just happens to be DEAD?"
Archie Hall: Were you as shocked as I was about the fuss all those guys put up about us getting passes?::William 'Bill' Bowers: It wasn't that so much as it was that we were the only two in our barracks not on that KP list. Several of them were muttering something about "those two no-good duty sergeant-bribing gold-bricks who better not show their faces around there again."::Archie Hall: Well, what makes them think it's such a treat for US to show THEM our faces?
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At an American air base in England, 1943, is conniving Sergeant Dolan, who manipulates everyone, and insubordinate ace fighter pilot Major Ed Hardin. When Ed is promoted to commander of his group, he must fight his former anti-authority stance as well as the enemy; tension grows as D-Day approaches. Generally lighthearted between moments of technicolor gore; lots of air combat footage, much of it genuine.
Keywords: aerial-combat, air-attack, airforce, black-cat, bombing-mission, camaraderie, d-day, fighter-pilot, ladies-man, maverick
The Flying Fist of the Air Force!
There's new glory in the air and this is the story that tells of it - with the flyin'-est, fun-lovin'-est Yankee Doodle daredevils the adventure screen has yet seen!
If it had wings, they'd fly it! If it had skirts they'd fight for it!
Those Guys in the Skies with Wings on Their Hearts Bring a Roaring New Thrill to Yours!
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Leo Gogarty marries Margaud Morgan after a whirlwind romance just before shipping out to war. When he returns he is surprised to discover not only that his bride is not what she led him to believe, but also that she expects a quick divorce. Both Mr. & Mrs Gogarty must find their place with or without each other in a society still adjusting to peace.
Keywords: boy, butler, construction, dance, divorce, dog, famous-song, girl, grandmother, homelessness
When a gal who's got curves... meets a guy who's got angles... it's loving... laughing... living in a big way!
M*G*M's new, gay, tip-topical musical!
Margaud Morgan: Is that the only reason you like me Leo? Because I don't step on your toes?
Schultz: Hey bud, you sure you're going the shortest way?::Taxi Driver: Nope.::Schultz: Why not?::Taxi Driver: Cus I gotta stay on the road.
Margaud Morgan: Did anything happen to you overseas?::Leo Gogarty: Nothing exciting. Just a war.
Margaud Morgan: For months I've been wondering why I got married in the first place. Now I know it was the uniform.::Leo Gogarty: You forget that I was in the uniform at the time.
Mrs. Minerva Alsop Morgan: Margaud's upset about something.::D. Rutherford Morgan: You don't say?::Mrs. Minerva Alsop Morgan: She very definitely has something on her mind.::D. Rutherford Morgan: If she has anything on her mind it's a step in the right direction.
Margaud Morgan: Why don't you try to act like a gentleman and go away?::Leo Gogarty: Where would you have me go?::'Skippy' Stuart Simms: I wish you'd ask me that question.
Margaud Morgan: Don't bother about me, nobody's interested in what I'm doing.::'Skippy' Stuart Simms: Then why don't you stop doing it?
Schultz: [to Peggy] Y'know, if you had a bank roll and purple eyes, I'd ask you to be mine.
Margaud Morgan: You must have some urgent plans.::Leo Gogarty: That's a good guess.::Margaud Morgan: Do they involve anyone I know?::Leo Gogarty: Who do you know?::Margaud Morgan: The best people.::Leo Gogarty: My plans involve the best things about the best people.::Schultz: Why don't you two pull knives on each other and get it over with?
Peggy Randall: A war marriage is as good as any other marriage - if it's to the right man.
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On December 6, 1941 nine B-17 bomber set off on a flight from San Francisco to Hawaii. One of the bombers, the Mary Ann, is commanded by 'Irish' Quincannon. The bombardier, Tommy McMartin, has a sister living in Hawaii and the co-pilot, Bill Williams, is sweet on her. The men are all highly professional with the exception of aerial gunner Joe Winocki, a bitter man who has every intention of leaving the army air corps. They arrive at Hickam Field on the morning of December 7, just as the Japanese are attacking Pearl Harbor and other military facilities. All of the men prepare to face the enemy, including Winocki whose attitude changes quickly. The bomber and its crew will participate in many missions but not all will survive.
Keywords: 1940s, aerial-combat, aerial-gunner, air-raid, aircraft, aircraft-carrier, airforce, airplane, airplane-crash, archive-footage
GIANTS OF THE SKY...blazing a trail to victory!
The name of their love was Mary Ann.
Sgt. Joe Winocki: [looking down at devastation in Pearl Harbor] Damn 'em!, Damn 'em!::Sgt. Robbie White: [sarcastically] Aren't ya glad now that you're gettin' out of the Army?
Radio Operator Peterson: [looking down] That's an awful big town, San Francisco.::Assistant Crew Chief Weinberg: Strictly a one whistle stop. There's only one city in the U.S.A. and that's New York.::Sgt. Robbie White: Oh, you're just a hometown hick, Weinberg. What's wrong with California?::Assistant Crew Chief Weinberg: California? The sun shines and nuthin' ever happens. Before you know it, you're 60 years old.::Sgt. Robbie White: It's no different from New York. My sister's been tryin' to get out of Brooklyn for the last 40 years.::Assistant Crew Chief Weinberg: Brooklyn? That ain't New York, chief. Once you cross that Brooklyn Bridge, you're outta this woild. The only noise you hear is the hardening of your arteries. You know when I used to drive a hack, I had a pal who crossed that bridge in 1929. Ain't ever heard from him since.::Radio Operator Peterson: Me, I'll take Minneapolis.::Assistant Crew Chief Weinberg: Minneapolis? Why, the grass still grows in the streets. Besides, that ain't your hometown, Peterson. The hayseed's still stickin' outta your hair.::Radio Operator Peterson: Yeah, but I can still milk a cow. I bet you can't.::Assistant Crew Chief Weinberg: I'll get mine outta a bottle. That's the closest I ever wanna be to a cow.::Sgt. Robbie White: You are handy with the old bull.::Assistant Crew Chief Weinberg: [laughs]
Sgt. Joe Winocki: [overhearing the Pearl Harbor attack on the radio] Hey, Peterson, who you got tuned in, Orson Welles?
Assistant Crew Chief Weinberg: Funny thing, I never thought there was nothin' west of Manhattan except Jersey.
Pilot Irish Quincannon: Tell the crew they can sleep in the next world.
Pilot Irish Quincannon: Pilot to crew: take a good look at Pearl Harbor. Maybe it's something you'll want to remember.
Assistant Crew Chief Weinberg: [looking at map] Is this here Wake Island?::Navigator Monk Hauser: Yeah.::Assistant Crew Chief Weinberg: How far is it?::Navigator Monk Hauser: Oh, it's about 2300 miles from Honolulu.::Assistant Crew Chief Weinberg: [whistles] And we're gonna land on that dot?::Navigator Monk Hauser: Yeah, it's not very big, is it?::Assistant Crew Chief Weinberg: Like trying to find a buckshot in Central Park. Gee, I wish there were some traffic signs around.::Navigator Monk Hauser: There are, but you can't see them.::Assistant Crew Chief Weinberg: I mean like numbers and streets.::Navigator Monk Hauser: Yeah, but they call them latitudes and longitudes.::Assistant Crew Chief Weinberg: Oh, and they're just like signs, hunh?::Navigator Monk Hauser: Yeah, if the wind doesn't change them.
Pilot Irish Quincannon: Anything we can do for you in Manila?::Major Daniels: Well, you might send us more Japs.::Pilot Irish Quincannon: We'll try to.
Major A.M. Bagley: Oh, by the way, if you see my old boss, General MacArthur, tell him no matter what the news is, we;ll be in there pitchin' till they strike us out.
Colonel Blake - Commanding Officer at Manila: Say, what kind of lunatics have we got in this Air Corps anyhow? Don't you know what's impossible?::Pursuit Pilot Tex Rader: Thank you, sir!::Marine Sergeant J.J. Callahan: Hey, excuse me, colonel...::Colonel Blake - Commanding Officer at Manila: What?::Marine Sergeant J.J. Callahan: Can't I lend a hand too?::Colonel Blake - Commanding Officer at Manila: [Walking away] Tou can go straight to...::Marine Sergeant J.J. Callahan: Help, sir? Thank you, sir!