633 Squadron Page #4

I'm afraid

we shall have to persuade you.

Take off his clothes.

Advise Intelligence

one aircraft dispatched...

en route to pre-designated

Norwegian target.

Yes. I can be reached here

at Sutton Craddock Operations.

We'll wait.

He should be

crossing the coast now.

If Bergman talks...

He won't talk.

We'll know soon enough.

Go on, Lieutenant. What else?

Well, Lieutenant?

There's the building.

Blue Leader to Control.

Blue Leader... Control.

Wheels down

but one light's showing.

I don't think it's locked.

All crash crews.

All crash crews stand by

for emergency landing.

Hang on, Bissel,

this might be a little rough.

Oh, my God. Bissel!

Hold it, son!

Get him out of here!

You're quite sure

it was Gestapo headquarters?

Yes, sir.

Then we can assume

that Bergman is dead.

Yes, sir.

Grant,

it may seem ironic to you...

but I'm going to recommend you

for an award...

for what you did today.

You may have saved

the whole operation.

Shall I break the news

to Bergman's sister, Roy?

I shan't mention your part,

of course.

No, I'll tell her.

Gentleman,

I can't take a chance...

on anything else going wrong.

I'm moving up the operation.

Take off 0330 hours

tomorrow morning.

But, sir,

what about the bombs?

They'll be here tonight.

Adams,

get in touch with the Linge.

Tell them to plan

their attack for tomorrow.

Yes, sir. At what time?

Daybreak.

Grant, you'd better get

that wound seen to.

Sir?

How's a man going to be

without a face and blind?

Awful, isn't it, sir?

I killed him, Hilde.

He was in the building.

And I knew it.

You knew

they were torturing him.

You stopped it.

Erik cannot thank you, Roy.

So I thank you for him.

Good-bye, Hilde.

Good-bye?

Another mission?

I will wait for you.

I'm glad.

Please come back.

Please do come back.

We've got a date.

The bombs you'll be using

are earthquake bombs...

and that is literally

their purpose...

to cause an earthquake...

which will bring down...

the overhanging section

and bury that factory...

the Germans have built

under that cliff.

Gentlemen,

you may return to your seats.

Squadron Leader Adams

will continue with the briefing.

This is the flight plan

from Sutton Craddock.

By following this dogleg,

the chances of losing...

the surprise element

over the sea are reduced.

If you are detected...

this route will

lead the enemy to believe...

that you're on

a coastal shipping strike.

Wing Commander Grant,

anything to add?

I would just

like to remind the men...

we will drop the bombs

within 50 yards of each other...

at ten-second intervals.

The geologists calculate

that 12 bombs of this size...

exploding in this pattern,

will break loose the overhang.

Skipper, excuse me,

I'd like to ask a question.

Go ahead.

Isn't it likely that each plane

could be blown apart...

by the explosion of the bomb

in front of it?

Not if our calculations

are correct.

I hope

you've got a good calculator.

With all

those gun emplacements...

the flak's going

to be murderous, isn't it?

The Norwegian underground

will attack at exactly 0630.

Which means you should be

entering the fjord...

not earlier than 0655

and not later than 0705.

Squadron Leader Adams.

Time check your watches.

It's coming up 2:47 in...

5, 4, 3, 2, 1, check.

Your call sign is Everest.

The code for

the successful completion...

of the operation is Vesuvius.

Sounds like that mountain...

could turn into

a bloody big volcano.

Yes, and we hope

the Germans will be under it.

Any further questions?

Yes, sir,

I've got a question.

Just a bit of curiosity,

really...

but what does that factory make?

You'll be told

when you get back.

This much

I can tell you, though.

No squadron

has ever been sent out...

on a more critically

important operation.

That's all, gentleman.

Except... good luck.

Thank you, sir.

Well, Roy...

What's that?

I've got Davis' permission

and Medical's to come along.

Without a command, of course.

You're a little late,

aren't you?

What do you mean?

You haven't been

on any practice missions.

We take off in half an hour.

I've studied every detail

of this strike.

I know I can follow you in.

Why do you want to risk

your neck?

I'm damned if I know, Roy.

OK, Don.

You can take Jones' place.

You'll lead Red Section.

Thanks.

How do you feel now?

Scared. And you?

Scared.

Johansen!

Johansen!

They have moved up M-Day.

They want us to attack

at 0630 hours.

It is time to send "Matterhorn."

We are starting the attack.

Ambush! Ambush!

Landfall nine minutes, Skipper.

Dead on 0703.

Right.

ETA 0703, sir.

633 Operation Control.

It's for you, sir.

Davis here. Yes.

What?

I see. Thank you.

Intelligence reports

Germans ambushed the Linge...

trailed some of the survivors

to their hideout...

destroyed everything.

Arms, communications,

men... the lot.

- When's their landfall?

- 0703.

Send this message

to Wing Commander Grant.

"Linge destroyed."

"Enemy anti-aircraft intact.

"You have permission to abort."

- Hoppy?

- Abort.

Blue Leader to all sections.

Enemy anti-aircraft intact.

Keep your eyes open.

We're going in.

Skipper, I'm gonna recommend you

for a medal...

and when it comes,

I'll pin it right on your...

- What?

- On your tail.

There's Norway.

And you can have it.

We got bandits up ahead, boys.

Bandits up above.

Keep down low.

- You all right?

- Yeah.

Throw an extinguisher, Reynolds.

Reynolds!

Skipper.

Blue Leader to White Section.

I'm coming back in

to cover your run.

Roger, Blue Leader!

Hit it!

Four hits.

Three aircraft lost.

Two crews ditched in fjord.

You've got bandits

at seven o'clock, Clark.

Dive, Clark!

Green Section,

you're way behind.

Come on, Green Section.

Bomb release!

Bomb release!

Put it out!

Put the bloody thing out!

Break for the fjord.

Gillibrand,

break for the fjord.

- How many hits?

- Six.

Send it.

- Won't that mountain ever go?

- Send it!

Six... direct... hits.

Nine... aircraft... lost.

One... bomb... left.

I'm coming in on target now

with an engine dead.

Now!

Skipper!

It's going! It's going!

Vesuvius, sir.

Vesuvius!

All right, Scott,

let's get the hell out of here.

You lead, and I'll cover.

Roger, Skipper.

Skipper.

Skipper!

You OK?

Yes, Skipper.

Can you move?

Where does it hurt?

All over.

I can't reach them, sir.

Keep trying!

Yes.

He's coming

on the line now, sir.

Davis, here, sir.

Vesuvius, sir.

Complete success.

Thank you, sir.

At least

the rockets won't happen.

Of course they'll happen.

But they won't start tomorrow

or this month or on D-Day...

and that's important.

what's it all add up to?

All their sacrifice?

A successful operation.

But they're probably all dead...

all 633 Squadron.

You can't kill a squadron.

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