Dag II

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...to specialists like Yunus Emre Uar

as well as...

...the Turkish Armed Forces and all of

its selfless soldiers.

This is Black Sheep 44- 1 Niner.

Bandits marked. Reference south.

Black Sheep 2, angels 15. Alpha Check.

Affirm. Estimated mark 4 miles.

Everybody out of burners.

Mark clear.

Permission to splash target.

Break break, Black Sheep 44- 1,

This is Turkish AWACS Gney.

NATO friendlies in sector.

Break break, Black Sheep 44- 1,

This is Turkish AWACS Gney.

NATO friendlies in sector.

Stand by 2. Come in, Gney.

Operation near the mountain. OPSEC

may be compromised. Please comply.

THE MOUNTAIN II:

As a part of the kuffar

coalition...

...having interviewed civilians...

...and filmed idolaters...

...I

I regret...

I regret Nothing!

I REGRET NOTHING!

The world must know these animals- -

Keep filming.

Do it!

Do it you scum! Do it!

Think I'll give you my fear?

Do it!

The wind...

...is intensity 2, from 3 oclock.

Distance 800 meters.

A taut bow is pulled...

To unleash the arrow.

Ms. Balaban?

Ms. Balaban, are you alright?

Are you hurt anywhere?

- What?

- Are you hurt?

No.

Please come with us.

Were here for you.

Sir, we need to head to the village.

We're too exposed.

Mustafa, give me time.

Five minutes tops, sir.

Eref, buy us time.

Drop anyone armed in the alleys.

Earman in the alleys.

- Who are you?

- Special Forces, maam.

Combat search and rescue.

Ouz, Bekir.

Find Ceyda's civilian outfit.

Baybars, gather mags.

Were leaving.

Where?

Home, Ms. Balaban.

Were going home.

Here we go again, into the sh*t- -

Join me only if you want it.

Ill never be accepted.

My leg aches even when jacking off.

Do you want it or not?

Jacking off?

Bekir...

Cmon drink. Less

talk more sips.

Whatever happened to that girl?

You know, the one you told me about

at the relay station?

Oh man, still remember that...

She got married two months ago.

We never had a girl whose voice

rang like toasted glass.

Youre drunk again.

You know what? We never really

forget someone.

We carry lost ones behind our backs like

sacks of memories.

Were like porters, man.

We pray, we cuss, we endure.

But those memories prowl in

our heads like foxes.

The dead and lost loves are the same.

We only reminisce about them.

Sometimes I see Captain

Yaar in my dreams,

His final glance at me.

Worry in his eyes.

Not for himself, you know?

But afraid for me instead.

What would he have said ?

If he knew we were signing up for

Special Forces trials...

...first he would lovingly

pat our backs.

Then hed tell a dirty joke.

After that he would probably

cuss us out.

Probably.

Ouz.

Were alive cos of Sergeant Kemal

and him. We need to be worthy.

Otherwise were trash.

To the unforgotten.

Arif, what do you see?

Iraq, sir...

The land of betrayal and enmity.

Were 24 km southeast of the mountain.

They will be here soon.

Ammo status?

We gathered what we could but they

are all AK rounds sir.

These men were reinforcements.

Real assault troops are south.

We need to reach the

landing zone quickly.

- Bekir?

- Yes, sir.

Get an AK, we can booby trap it.

Why just me?

Why?

My team was also there.

Why just me?

My cameraman Phillip,

producer Nechirwan could...

...have been here with us, alive.

Because they werent Turks...

thats why you did nothing.

It is not that simple Ms. Balaban.

Ceyda will do. No need for Ms.

Dont worry, I wont keep reminding

you of your racist preferences.

Remind us if you like.

I cant endanger the lives of my men

for those who arent Turkish citizens.

- Do you know who I am- -

- Oh we do.

Your views, your articles, your

opposition, they dont concern us.

A mission is a mission. Bekir?

- Yes sir.

- Bekir?

- Yes sir.

Scout ahead with Ouz.

We leave from the rear with Ceyda.

We head for the villages

10 km west.

Keep your eyes peeled.

Ceyda wears my helmet and the kevlar

vest Eref brought.

If she takes it off, make her wear it.

Are we all set?

How is your ear?

I have reconstruction surgery

in two weeks sir.

Are you two kidding me?

Just get your honorable discharge.

Why are you still in service?

One of you has a platinum shoulder.

The other one half lame.

What trials, what training?

Sir, if you only let us explain

the situation...

I dont think you understand.

We have no use for damaged men

who might risk their teams.

Say we accept you, what do we

do with your friend?

Cook behind enemy lines?

Sh*t.

What did you say?

- Selim.

- Attention!

- I will take it from here.

- Yes sir.

At ease.

Units are not about individualism.

But about cohesiveness.

If one man falters,

the entire team may fall.

That is why old wounds are important.

The short- termer has no rifle,

and the other is Bekir.

Yaar's last words to me.

- Are your two years up?

- They will be in two months sir.

Bekir becomes a specialist,

myself a Lieutenant.

Yaar was my classmate.

My friend.

If they had send us to you

instead of HQ...

...I would gladly have died to

avenge him.

I won't throw kids he

saved into the flames.

My answer is no.

They are not kids anymore sir.

Bekir wakes up gasping in the night...

...to nightmares of Sergeant Kemal

whispering his wifes name as he dies.

Leyla.

The other wants to dedicate himself

to a cause for the first time.

They might be many things sir,

but they are not kids.

If they died to make us live...

...then let us live, sir.

Let us make others live.

You have two months.

Prepare well.

The trials and classes will be hell.

Yes!

There arent real deserts you know.

They are all wind erosion.

Huh? Eurovision?

Man, use the internet once for

something other than porn.

Kidding, just kidding.

Here we are, alone again.

This is my f***ing destiny.

My fate.

Snow, winter, desert, sand...

Death and Ouz.

Dare you to nag when

Lt. Colonel's around.

Oh Im sorry, sir.

I meant, I dont pull

rank because its you.

Tell me, do you think it was worth

risking 7 national treasures for Ceyda?

Bekir zbey, national treasure.

Answer me you dolt.

I dont know.

Well if you ask me she can

be a little more respectful.

Bekir...

662 Tamu Cizre, this is Storm Bringer.

Package is safe, over.

- T- 155s are ready sir.

We can illuminate the area, over.

Still undetected, no needs, over.

Copy that Storm Bringer, on standby.

Where are you from, Ms. Balaban?

Is this you tactic?

Excuse me?

The others are robots.

Im a package.

Are you supposed to be the kind one?

I wish the soldiers I train

would hear of what you just said.

I believe this belongs to you.

Other than us, you can

photograph anything you like.

You dont have to be nice.

And you dont have to be grateful.

Im not.

I know.

Im from Milas.

They executed everyone, even children.

Sons of whores.

Where are we?

36- 25 to 41- 75.

These are Yezidi grasslands.

This is recent sir.

Maybe 2- 3 hours.

They dont struggle during killings.

Fathers lie to their children so

that its over quickly.

Otherwise they torture those who

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