Dag II Page #3

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be this defensive...

Am I under attack? Never mind,

dont answer that, no need.

I'm really not interested.

Do all guys who approach you

give up this easily?

Unless they're shameless, sure.

I have this theory.

In essence, all men are actually

invaders.

Women on the other hand, are castles.

One aims to conquer and occupy,

proving himself.

The other wants to remain secure

and repel the onslaught.

True romantic.

But then there are some invaders...

...so interesting and

so original...

...that the castle decides...

...to open its gates without resistance.

And you think youre one of these

interesting invaders?

You arent doing great, let me tell you.

Want to grab coffee?

I also have a theory.

Ultimately you're looking

for a nanny. Not a lover.

Possible.

Thats not so enjoyable for

us women, though.

Why specifically Special Forces?

There was a feeling I had during combat.

An awareness.

A moment where the true

value of life just hit me.

Turtle.

- Turtle?

- I mean a turtle personality.

Because Im green?

Think of a turtle.

Crossing the road.

Disregarding the cars. It

thinks it's shell will protect it.

But in reality, its fragile.

Can be crushed at any second.

Turtle personalities dont really

care about what happens to them.

A wise woman would stay away

from such a damaged man.

I should just get up and leave.

Why dont you?

How long until your first mission?

Assuming I pass the trials...

...five more years.

How long do you need me for?

Check it.

You said Akkadian...

...but face is Alexander the Great.

I guess I shouldnt be surprised

youre a history expert.

Somewhere my college professor

is laughing.

Load it.

Sargon was a king who lived

4000 years ago.

Successive civilizations built

on top of their ruins.

Sumerians, Egyptians, Persians,

Babylonians, Greeks.

All the way to our present day.

Some built tombs,

some placed mosaics.

Some drank kymyz.

To you, all soldiers are noble.

But you see, all of those

civilizations also had soldiers.

In the end they fought, and killed

each other for more and more.

They still do.

Is that how you justify your

hate of the military?

By placing blame of war on only soldiers?

Again.

We dont think all soldiers are noble.

Only those who serve their people.

What good will learning this do for me?

Hopefully nothing.

Have you ever killed someone?

How does it feel?

Its a stain.

Get ready.

Sir, Ill carry you.

I will sir! Ill carry you!

Ouz, wake up! Ouz!

Youll take my rifle.

This is a dangerous place, Ouz.

When Im about to fall asleep at night,

I always wake up and look around me.

Im human too.

I feel fear as well.

One dies! A thousand rises!

Ouz?

The waters freezing. Are you alright?

Dont do this to yourself.

Get up.

Im okay here.

This training will devastate you.

You remember stuff youre supposed

to forget and internalize it. Dont.

When they saved us...

...they thought I did what I did

because of bravery.

As if I were defiant before the

sniper who was shooting at us.

Thats a lie.

I was depleted.

I lost.

I just didnt want to leave Bekir behind.

Wanting death is a weird thing.

Having it be your only escape.

You kind of want to fall in the dark.

The thought of it becomes sweet.

I still couldnt leave that mentality.

What if I died there?

What?

Not physically.

What if I can never regain my

enthusiasm or normality?

That is why I must go back and

face that moment once again.

That terror and awareness has become...

...the only thing that makes me happy.

The only thing that makes you happy?

I know, it sounds strange.

Youll immediately talk about men,

women and relationships...

...how youre hurt at this.

No, I wont.

You think youre so smart.

But being human

is not about ending fear.

Its about accepting them,

moving forward despite them.

I fear stuff too.

Like what?

Like catching cold tomorrow.

Up, up, up.

- What now?

- Get up.

Oh Im sorry? I thought your only happiness

was awareness and terror?

Youre something terrible too.

No thanks, Im going to find myself a

normal guy. You can keep flailing.

- Nailing?

- I said flailing, idiot.

662 Tamu Cizre.

662 Tamu Cizre.

662 Tamu Cizre.

- Are we too high up?

- No, sir. Must be a jammer.

Keep trying.

662 Tamu Cizre.

Visual, sir.

Ceyda? What will they do to the women.

What do you think theyll do?

They are on our way, sir.

Dont get emotional.

If we ignore this too, Im about

to lose all emotion anyways.

We can also head for the other peak.

What do we do, sir?

How long have you been hungry?

Seven days, sir.

Thirst?

Two days, sir.

Man, you guys are f***ed.

How long have being awake, rookie?

Three days, sir.

Quit the trials.

This life isnt for you.

Gentlemen, I got a big table inside

for all of you.

Brought some delicious food.

Like what you ask?

Alexander Kebab.

Marinated lamb kebab.

Ayran, tea, coffee.

Baklava. Both walnut and

pistachio baklava.

And of course we have what?

Water. Boys, we have water.

I had huge ice cubes brought for you.

When you drop them in, you will

hear them crackle, gentlemen.

All you have to do, is to tell us...

...the name on your piece of paper.

Down!

Yavuz.

Go get some grub.

Sir.

Ill cuss, sir.

Oh no, sir, hes going to cuss!

Maybe we should skip him?

This is torture training, skippy.

Cuss, sing, makes no difference.

Please sir, dont have him sing.

That will be the real torture.

Tell us the name on your piece

of paper, go eat hot food.

Sleep like a log. Let this

suffering end, Bekir.

This life is not for you.

The enemy will not offer you food.

They wont give you warm

beds as you give up!

They wont help with the pain!

Tell me.

Tell me buddy.

Give me the name,

- Give me ...

- Forgive me during nightime. As the moon crosses the sky

Forgive me before dawn

Right when we break up

For you, are the rain to my deserts

You are the morning to my night

You are the comrade to my life

The blanket to my winter

- Sir, hes approaching the record.

- He'll pass it.

35, 36.

38, 39, 40.

41, 42.

These guys were forged in fire.

They wont give up easily.

Captain, I 'm thirsty.

Give me some more?

I am not Superman,

bullets do affect me.

Baybars, what about you?

Me too sir.

Im Superman sir. Got one in the leg,

then became a red beret.

Why don't you open your

arms and run before us. Bekir.

Cover for us.

Sing Ankaran Turgut while you run.

Oh man, how I miss his songs.

Arif, your target?

3 oclock, sir.

If it misses, the gasoline...

Wont miss.

Get ready for contact.

On three.

One.

On point with Bekir.

Two.

Three.

Safety's off. First contact in the head.

Wear your helmet!

Sniper!

Get down!

Why does the poet toil,

To weave the poem.

Are you alright?

Yes!

Alright, its alright.

Dont be afraid.

Youre safe.

Its over.

May God give you blessings.

May God repay your kindness

in abundance.

Amen.

Amen.

Amen.

Amen.

Amen we say, oh Lord, as we open

our hands to your holy domain...

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