Age of Heroes Page #2

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Are you okay?

Speaking of brave,

and see who jumps.

Sergeant, the hill, one

hour. Double amount, go.

Go go go.

You are stupid. You

are nothing. Move your asses.

Get up.

Move.

I have a heart attack.

Follow the group.

Damn!

- Rot alone, damn worm.

- I cannot breathe.

You do not need help. He is

special. Aren't you, Brightling?

He is a commando, isn't it?

Yes. Come on.

Is it not true, you f***ing bastard?

Let go, I'll show you.

I cannot move the damn legs.

Come on. I'm not disappointed.

You two, take the pole.

So you were commando.

No, I wasn't.

How is it like?

I heard about you boys.

I never knew you existed.

I thought it was bit propaganda,

you know that?

If we can get out of here.

Escape.

I have got something, cooking.

We can get out of here.

Change the names.

Become commando and

kill those f***ing Nazis.

Trust me.

I know what I mean.

Serious.

I'm a commando, man.

- Major Jones.

- Colonel.

I got a call from the guards.

Good.

So...

- Something big for today.

- Strictly routine.

- I came to pick up one of my men.

- That's right, Brightling.

I believes he's with sergeant

major, doing some exercise.

What do you think they do,

damn lazy? Follow the step.

Corporal. Brightling needs

an encouragement.

What the hell is it?

- Segeant Major!

- Leave him alone.

Sh*t.

Water.

What the bloody hell have

you done to him?

March.

Are you okay?

- Get off me.

- Take off.

He was helping him, idiots. Let him go.

What's your name?

- Bob Reines, West Camp, sir.

- Pick up this kit and follow me.

- Do you take him away?

- Yes.

Room for one more?

What are you doing here?

- A misunderstanding, sir.

- I didn't ask for excuses.

Striking an officer and cowardice.

But I am no coward

the officer, he had it come.

- Get me out, please.

- I'm afraid not.

Alright, Syd, here we go.

Head down, head down.

Major... terribly sorry about your man.

Good luck.

Get back in row, Reines.

- Please Major, I want to be a

commando, sir. - Sorry, not this time son.

Reines, get back in line.

- I hope you do well.

- I'm wasted here.

Sergeant, can you get your man under control?

The entire day has been a total embarrassment.

Yes, sir.

Commando is a special breed, you

always have a chance.

As you go out, you'll find us.

Reines.

Bollocks.

Hold on to that man.

He tries to escape.

Get back.

- Don't be stupid, son.

- Don't be stupid... I'm not.

The Major is taking me out

of here, right now.

- He will not.

- I think I might, Sergeant Major.

Now why don't we all calm down?

And I'll drive you out.

Don't try anything silly.

Get in the car.

Get into the car Major.

Get back in line you faggots.

See you, boys.

I'll shoot you!

Right, I'm out, I found ya,

I want to be a commando.

Just like that?

- You said that.

- I know what I said.

- You gave me the note.

- I didn't.

But I prompted.

Syd, said he had something cooking.

He said he had something cooking?

So you thought it was

a signal to do this.

What? I'm a fool.

You bloody stupid!

I should have you send back just for that.

If you take me back I'm a dead man.

- You've seen any action?

- France, just before Dunkirk.

- What you think to?

- A bloody carnage.

- And you climb?

- Like a monkey.

Right.

Look after Syd, he's dehydrated.

Sips of water, little and often.

Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

- You're not a commando, yet.

- No.

If you fail any part of this test,you go

straight back to the prison, do you understand?

Yes, sir.

- How do we square with the police?

- I don't know

If you ever pull a weapon over me again

You will be a dead man.

You have cold blood, you know that, boy?

Stop what you

are doing and follow me.

Reprtense, move.

Move here quickly.

Stand to attention.

Good morning, gentlemen.

It's good to see you here.

Go ahead, Sargeant.

All right lads. To my right here is

the Sergeant Grey. I'm Sgt McKensy.

You can call me, Mac

Most of you already know me.

Those that don't are in great for

a f***ing surprise.

- Do you eyeball me, Gable?

- No, sarge.

- That's one hell of moustache, laddie.

- Thanks, Sarge.

I hear that some lads here had have

a little time with the red caps.

Well gentlemen, after I'm finished with you,

you wish you have a little time with the red caps.

Do not underestimate me.

And never f*** with me.

- Do I make myself clear?

- Yes, sargeant.

- I can't f***ing hear you!

- Yes, sargeant.

It is vital that we move quickly

and covertly as a team.

- Look at the man beside you.

- Look at him.

Get to know him.

You will eat with him, you will shave

with him and you will piss with him.

You'll trust him with your life.

Right.

Let's try for our

first heart attack shall we?

Squadron underway.

Come on, get moving.

Come on Reines.

- Hit him.

- Dale hard

Time.

Okay, Gable. The

moustache is perfect.

Move, get moving.

Reines, you're last.

You lost. You lost the game.

Move your asses. Move!

In a line, in a line.

Get in line.

Stand down.

Get back in line.

The FS commando knife.

This was designed especially for

what you have in mind.

Why?

Close quarter combat.

But only if we have to.

Get used to this.

Keep it on all the time.

Sergeant Mac

Come on.

Thompson. To the range.

Come on, today please.

Riley, to the range.

Mortensen, to the range.

Gable, to the range.

Brightling, to the range.

Come on son I haven't got all day.

Come on Reines.

This what you are up againts.

You need to learn how to use this.

Aye... let's start with the pistol.

Look at it:
9 mm, automatic.

Favoured by officers and you can see why.

Two shots to the main body mass, one to

head to finish the job.

Any questions? No? Good.

Mr. Mortensen, be my guest.

Good. Riley.

Good shooting, son. If you weren't

so f***ing ugly I'd kiss you.

Who taught you to shoot so well, son?

- You did, Sargeant.

- Me? Never.

- "You did, Sargeant".

- What are you talking about?

Mr. Reines.

If you hit a f***ing barn door

back, I'll give you a call.

Sorry, Sarge.

It is my weaker side.

Reines.

Where did you learn to shoot so well?

- Cowboy movies.

- Oh, really?

Got ourselves Jessie James

here, have we?

Well Mr. Reines, for being so hot f***ing shot,

I think you deserve a little run, don't you?

Don't you, Sargeant Grey?

Put it over your head, sir. Above.

Follow me sir, come on.

Shut up!

Lift the arms Reines.

Yes Sargeant.

Is it painful son?

Yes, sarge.

Pain, Reines, it's just

weakness leaving the body, son.

Step forward. Stand up!

What do you think you have been taught?

Discipline.

- Something you still have an adversion to.

- Sir, I...

Shut up. I'm talking!

I mean, what is your problem? well?

- Nothing, I'm so sorry.

- Sorry?

Sorry.

So you seem to say.

What's wrong?

Your mother don't love you enough?

Is that it?

Were you disappointed?

- You became a bully?

- No.

- Won't happen again, sir.

- Damn right you won't

I'll send you back.

No!

Sir.

- Give me one good f***in reason

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