Dag

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You are the victor,

triumphant Turkish youth!

"Dedicated to devoted officers and

soldiers of the Turkish Armed Forces."

You're free, you're independent today.

Thanks to the blood you sacrificed

In the name of your glorious flag.

The world worships your

unblemished banner,

"ALARARTS PRESENTS" You are the

victor, o triumphant Turkish youth!

A FILM BY ALPER ALAR

Activity on eastern side of the hill.

Let's be sure first, bro.

Can't wake the colonel for nothing.

We're sure, sir.

We received an alarm from both sides.

Falcon 2, how many do you see?

With the infrared on, three hundred,

sir. There could be more.

This is the Saint. They are

on the east side of the mountain.

I told you the snow is melting!

I told you not to get caught

off guard! A thousand times!

I told you to keep

the helicopters ready.

Where are the super cobras, then?!

Crimea, this is Samarkand,

the super cobras cannot take off

because of the snow storm.

Sir, it looks like they're

planning to attack Crimea.

I don't give a sh*t!

Send the helicopters,

we can't leave those guys out there!

This is the Saint, we're

sending you reinforcements.

Sir, this is the Eagle's Nest.

A snow storm is starting.

There's many of them, we're

going to need reinforcements.

A platoon of maroon berets

is on its way, Crimea.

You have to hang in there.

Crimea, do you have men out there?

Crimea is not answering, sir.

Are there patrols out?

This is Veysel, sir.

There are four men out there.

They left at five o'clock

in the morning.

Who?

"The Mountain" Lieutenant Yaar,

Sergeant Kemal and two privates.

- Do you still have kindling?

- Yes, sir.

- Wafers?

- I have them, sir.

You have to get down,

no matter what.

We'll let them know by radio but

HQ doesn't have enough time either.

No one can save us but ourselves.

Leave it.

- Sergeant Kemal!

- Yes, sir.

What do you see?

Ten people are standing

on the hill, sir.

There are about ten more, walking.

Ouz!

Ouz wake up, Ouz!

Nine hundred and twenty

three Crimea. This is Mountain.

Mountain, this is Crimea. Come in.

After the ambush we took

refuge in the mountain hut.

Ten people are watching us. At

least as many more are approaching.

The Saint will come, Mountain.

Hang in there.

We don't have that

much time, Crimea.

They'll be there in four or

five hours. You have to hold on.

Go to Sergeant Kemal.

Veysel, listen to me very carefully.

In four or five hours

the maroon berets

are going to find

four dead bodies here.

How's your wound?

Forget about my wound.

You have to come right away.

The short-termer

doesn't even have a gun.

And the other one is Bekir.

Yaar, there's a blizzard at the

foot of the mountain.

The choppers can't take off.

The Saint is coming.

Hold on until evening.

How can you be so thick, man?

Don't start, Bekir...

Sir! For God's sake,

where's your gun, man?

You moron.

The corporal on duty said

it wasn't necessary since we were

just going to repair the antenna.

As if you had a gun.

Of course I don't,

I'm defective. But you?

We're going to die out here

because of you two idiots,

you and the corporal.

Bekir, shut up or I'll hit you

in the mouth with this.

Who has dog tags made

two months in advance?

- It's fashionable.

- What's the point?

Your family is more than willing.

Just pay the money. Five months.

Five and a half.

I want you to stay,

in case you didn't know.

I want to stay, too.

You know that.

You express it so well!

I can't get out of it by paying

and not even holding a gun, Pelin.

Does this patriotism make

you feel more like a man?

Yes. It makes me feel

more like a man.

And I'm the woman who'll

be waiting for you

and calming down your

jealousy attacks on the phone?

You're not. And I'm

not that man either.

So?

Are there no women in our

generation who have a

little respect or love for a man

who does his military service?

What do I have to do here?

Who's going to wait

all those months?

Who's going to deal with the stress?

You can break up

with me when I leave.

You can hang out at home

on the Net for a few weeks,

then you'll find someone as you

hang out with your

friends at Asmalmescit

and sleep with him that night.

You'll date him to not feel cheap,

until you get bored, of course.

You'll throw little tantrums

and become really vulgar,

and you'll dump him

to feel more important.

That would be the plan

for two years.

What's five months in comparison?

F*** off and go carry a gun, then.

That's Wolf's Tooth.

Two clicks to the east.

The maroon berets have to

come through here

as they climb to save us.

If we somehow manage

to make it there,

we can save our asses, gentlemen.

Sir, two hundred meters.

They're sure we're here,

otherwise twenty people wouldn't

have spent one hour on us.

- Kemal!

- Yes sir.

You'll take these two

to Wolf's Tooth.

Which one's the better shot?

Ouz.

What?! Sir, I shoot better than

this loser with my eyes closed.

I can't deal with you

right now, boy.

Kemal.

Give your gun to Ouz.

Give the radio to Bekir.

- Sir...

- Bekir!

Take this.

Don't leave it, no matter what.

You'll run in zigzags. They are

sure to have snipers on the hill.

Kemal will cover you.

Run to Baltepe then throw

yourselves off the side of the hill.

The snow is soft, you'll glide

for at least a hundred meters.

Ouz, when I give the order,

you'll go after them

and do the same.

- Sir, you?

- A hundred and fifty meters.

Stay calm.

I'll be right behind you.

Everyone will do their job.

Sit.

Burak.

Burak!

Yes, sir.

Bring your friend something to eat.

Where the hell is

your cartridge belt?

F*** off!

Yes, sir.

Where are you from?

My family is from Kozan

but I was born in Ankara, sir.

I live in Istanbul.

Did you swear a lot

when you drew this place?

You have no idea.

Your biggest enemy is boredom.

Have them send you books.

Nothing too liberal, but I'll

approve almost anything.

- What did you study?

- History, sir.

But I can work at anything.

A German, an Italian, and

a Turk were staying in a hotel.

In each of their rooms

was a foxy French maid

and a pile of ironing.

The German,

went into the room,

did the ironing,

then slept with the maid.

Then he said with pride,

"For us, work comes before love."

The Italian did the opposite,

first slept with her,

then did the ironing.

"First we make love, then we work,"

he said proudly.

Then it was our guy's turn.

He took the maid from behind

and made her do the ironing.

"Those who work get f***ed" he said.

A hundred meters!

Ouz.

Take aim!

Hold your breath!

Get ready, gentlemen!

Bekir. Stay calm.

I'm right behind you.

- Run in zigzags, ok?

- Yes, sir.

Kemal!

We're ready, sir!

Come on!

Run, run!

Run, don't stop!

Bekir, run!

Take shelter now!

Run! Don't stop, run!

- Get ready.

- Sir, I'll carry you.

I'll carry you, sir.

What kind of a short-termer

are you anyway?

No.

Take my gun. Not me.

Ouz...

Don't die, Ouz.

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