I remember watching this back in 1987, and it really didn't hit me too much back then as I was only 19 at the time. However, now nearing 38 I can certainly appreciate the movie alot more. It stars Edward G. Robinson as Mr. Winkle who is an accountant, but secretly longs for alot more than doing accounting, but his wife doesn't even want him thinking of doing anything she would consider foolheartdly. WW2 begins, and Winkle volunteers for the Army, and halfway through basic his sergant calls him out to let him know he's been reassigned to a desk job which crushes Mr. Winkle, and to the point of begging the Sergant at a night club to reconsider, and Mr. Winkle gets arrested. However, some good did come out of it, and Mr. Winkle gets to tell his desire to work in a motorpool, and work with his hands, and being a soldier. The sergant while not necessarily understanding why, he understood what it would mean to Winkle, so he gives him a chance, and Winkle is happy, but during a exercise with a tank Winkle is injured, and has to be hospitalized all to the displeasure of his wife. It took a little boy that Winkle adopted to make Winkle's wife understand that this is what Winkle wanted even though he was in his 40's. I say "More Power To You Mr. Winkle." I'm currently enrolled back in school to work on a degree that I had to put aside 11 years ago, and I want to see it through. I have age, my own family, and my own fears working against me, but I'm not giving up. I know if my wife were alive today she would be like "Why do it now?" "You should've had this all done in your 20's." I use my grandfather as my role model; he was an alcoholic up till he was 40, and then he quit cold turkey because he wanted to learn how to drive a car. There's no such thing as too late as long as you're breathing.