633 Squadron Page #2
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- 1964
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where are they?
My mother's dead.
I haven't seen my father
since I was a kid.
I have been more fortunate.
were happy ones.
What did you do before the war?
I was studying to become
a doctor...
until the Nazis came.
Instead of
learning how to cure...
we learned how to kill.
I will send word!
With all
these reinforcements...
do you think
they'll call off the attack?
Not if Erik can help it.
There are many more Germans.
We'll spread ourselves thinner
and start 24-hour patrols.
Thanks.
Stand easy, gentlemen.
I've called you here...
because I've just had
a message from Intelligence.
another entire regiment...
and a string of
Ack-Ack vehicles a mile long...
right into our target area.
Our underground cannot knock out
another German regiment.
We have not enough men.
Get some more.
If we can,
they will need training.
What about
a parachute attack?
It would not work.
There is no place
to land or group.
Commandos. They can work
their way into the fjord.
We have discarded that idea
a dozen times.
We have to send in more
men, trained or not.
Could we have more time?
There is no more time.
M-Day stands.
In that case,
we will do the best we can.
Well, Grant?
I didn't say anything, sir.
No, but I could
hear you thinking.
Under the new circumstances,
are you willing to go in?
Are you asking me to volunteer?
No, damn it, I'm not.
I'm giving you an order.
In that case, I volunteer.
How'd we do?
Perfect. Wish it'd been
the Germans down there.
Try and match that.
Speed... 295, dead on.
Altitude... 200 feet,
and keep it low.
Peel off in this order...
Scott...
Gillibrand...
Singh.
I don't know why
you ever left that coal mine.
That's what I could do with
right now...
a nice, deep, cozy coal mine.
If I make a mess of this...
you'll be deeper
than any coal mine.
Scott, peel!
Gillibrand, peel!
Stand by, Singh. Peel!
Now!
You fool!
You bloody Australian fool!
I'm getting married.
Try and remember that.
I was figuring on
getting the widow.
I love your raw colonial humor.
Bloody aborigine!
Too close, Gillibrand.
Pull up sooner.
OK, Skipper!
Do you think
they'll ever get it?
Give them a week.
They'll get it.
Look!
This way!
- Thanks.
- What?
- You saved my neck.
- Why shouldn't I?
You're damn lucky
they didn't get you.
Look out!
Listen, there I was...
with this Messerschmitt
coming in at twelve o'clock.
I was out of ammunition.
What did you do then?
reached up...
grabbed him by the tail
and pulled him down.
Now there's
Haven't you seen a pair of legs
before, you big ape?
Not like yours, sweetheart.
What's the matter with you,
Aussie?
Don't they let you see girls
till you're over 40?
They don't have girls
Down Under.
Down under what?
- Here comes Rosie!
- Stand back, lads!
Stop it. Come on.
- Come here!
- Let her go.
I'll ask you
to step aside, sir.
I'll step aside,
if you step outside with me.
Don't listen to him.
We'll live in Australia
and raise kangaroos.
- Marry me.
- Belt him one.
You wouldn't hit a lad
with one hand?
Depends what he's doing with it.
Break it up, boys.
I will see you through.
A gentleman at last.
Here we are.
Keep you hale and hearty
till you're ninety.
That's our aim, Rosie.
Hale and hearty
till we're ninety.
What do you suppose
Not what, who.
I got it straight
from the Adjutant's WAAF.
They're for the paper-hanger.
Berchtesgarten?
Wow!
One of these bullets
clipped me right on the hand.
This medic came up and said...
"Shall I take you
to the infirmary, sir?"
I said, "No, but drop this
off at the garage."
That's for me. Just my type.
What makes you think
you'll get first crack?
Rank, old boy. Excuse me.
I wonder
into joining me for a drink,
my love?
- Erik!
- Hilde!
It's been such a long time.
Three years.
Sometimes I was so afraid
You know me better than that.
Of course.
Let me have a look at you.
What a fine uniform.
The navy, isn't it?
Yes. Unfortunately
a navy without ships.
I don't care.
As long as you're safe
and not in Norway...
the party.
Let's go into the parlor.
I have so many questions
to ask...
I don't know where to start.
Some chaps have all the luck.
Don't be silly.
That's
Lieutenant Bergman's sister.
I've got a sister.
Would you like to see
a photograph?
What use is a photograph?
Anyway,
Same again, Mr. Kearns.
This round's on my sister.
Rosie!
How about some music?
Who's next?
Let's get another pint
of that going.
Welcome aboard, Skipper!
Come in, girls!
Don't be shy!
There you are!
Sit right here, darling!
Well played!
- What are you drinking, Skipper?
- What do you got?
- Whiskey?
- That's what we're drinking.
Hey, girls, girls?
How'd you break out
of the barracks?
Roy brought a ladder,
didn't you?
- Here you are, Skipper.
You've arrived just in time
to make the party complete!
- Here's to girls!
- All of 'em!
Haven't met all of them.
You haven't
met Bergman's sister.
She's in the other room.
Here's to the one
I haven't met.
Go on.
That's all.
That is how I got to England.
And now you work
for the English?
Yes, with the RAF squadron
as liaison officer...
but that is all
I'm permitted to tell you.
Enough about me.
What have you been doing?
I have been
working in the country...
with children who have been
sent out of the bombed areas.
Roy, come in.
I'd like you
to meet my sister Hilde.
- Wing Commander Grant.
- How do you do?
I was just
drinking a toast to you.
Thank you. My brother has been
telling me about you.
You're the girl
in the sail boat, aren't you?
Sail boat?
I was telling Roy
about the times...
we went sailing on our lake.
Yes, I remember,
but I felt much younger then.
The last three years
seem more like three hundred.
You're a mighty pretty old lady.
Thank you, again...
but you don't have
to pay me compliments.
Just take care of my brother.
We take care of each other.
Mutual Aid Society.
Roy?
Your drink's getting warm.
Excuse me.
I was just looking for you.
I bet you were.
Is that his fiance?
He would be amused
to hear you say that.
No, I don't think
he takes her too seriously.
I feel he doesn't
take anything seriously.
But they are all like that,
different from us.
The more they feel something,
the less they show it.
Today some of their friends
were killed...
and tonight they are drinking,
very gay.
And you feel
that he is dependable...
for whatever it is
you're doing?
Yes. Completely.
Good morning.
Good hit, Gillibrand.
Roger. Out, Skip.
Now!
Blue Leader to Jones, you're up.
Clobber it.
OK, Skipper!
What went wrong?
Their luck ran out.
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