Dag II Page #4

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...let us not be without your grace,

let our hearts know contentedness.

Amen.

We believe there is no limit

to you mercy.

Your charity and will is infinite.

- Bless us with those, oh Lord.

- Amen.

You adore the good, those who repent.

Let us be able to reach you

as we ourselves repent, Lord.

Amen.

Lighten the unbearable

loads on our souls...

...do not let us be helpless, Lord.

Amen.

Give us, her friends, her brother Mete,

her father Veysel...

...and mother Aye strength to bear

the pain, oh Lord.

Defend our homeland, our people, our flag,

our sacred values oh God ...

- Amen!

- El Fatiha.

My condolences, Veysel.

Do you need anything at all?

A leave perhaps?

I thought I knew death, sir.

Back in 94, General Osman and we

used to fly over dead bodies...

...in UH helicopters...

...we used to find out who died

where, with our noses.

Back then America would refuse

giving night vision to our birds.

We used to find our martyrs with nose.

I thought I knew death.

Now I know I didnt.

Turns out death...

...is waiting for my wife

at the door of the funeral home...

...as she washes my girls dead body.

I waited.

I cried.

I cried for dresses shed never wear.

I cried for fights wed never have.

I cried for a life unlived.

If only she could love a man,

get married...

...have children.

When I woke up from the daydream, I had

punched the mortuary wall 20 times.

Blood, tears and water were everywhere.

Had the undertaker bandage my hand.

Three broken bones.

No need for a leave.

Have them send painkillers.

Weve eaten a third of our ammo.

We need to reach the LZ fast, sir.

We are surrounded. Tracks are

everywhere. Already engaged too.

Were pushing our luck.

Do you know what they first teach you

when you get Search and Rescue command?

Lying.

Thats not what they literally say.

But its the essence of it.

If morale is low

nothing else matters.

You cant just tell the naked truth

to your men on days of casualties.

You have to build a lie.

Then you need to believe it yourself.

What kind of a lie?

A beautiful one.

That theyll be remembered after death.

Know how many men

died under my command?

I dont know.

I've always consoled myself that I would

always be reminded of those 23 men.

But each passing day I forget

their faces a little more.

Peshmerga. (Iraqi Kurdish security forces)

Pesheng.

Kurdish

Hows your Turkish?

Kurdish

Better than your Kurmanji (Kurdish dialect).

Youre in bad shape.

I will give you morphine.

Whats your name?

iya.

We arent PKK (Kurdish

Worker's Party), Turk.

We are Zerevani (Kurdish

militarised police force).

Tell me iya, what happened?

They sent us from eqlawe.

Then DAESH (Islamic State of Iraq

and the Levant) invasion began.

We couldnt slow them.

How many were you?

How many men were you, iya?

Now, just 1.

Commander?

Those boys were entrusted to me.

Me.

Now theyre food for this cursed mountain.

Dont waste them on me.

You will need them yourself.

But dont leave me here.

Dont abandon me.

Do it.

Aim at my heart.

End it.

Enough.

In Gods name, enough.

Do it, end it.

Enough.

My soldiers' are waiting for me, commander.

They await me.

Right now you are marble.

Before your first mission we will

chisel your for 5 years.

History, geography, medicine, chemistry,

guerilla warfare, psychology...

...and languages will be your curriculum.

You will either pass a difficult education

or again, be eliminated.

Youre screwed, Bekir.

Because you are the last castle.

Men with knowledge as well as bravery...

...those who do not bow to emotion...

...first to go in, last to come out.

You will save lives more

than you will take them.

This will be a hard life.

Maybe a short one.

Your families will share you with us.

They will be happy with the crumbs.

Youll miss many graduations,

anniversaries and weddings.

On your childs birthday...

...bullets will rain atop some mountain.

Still, it will be worth every second.

This love, is such a love

that even if it consumes you...

...kills you...

...you will never let go.

Welcome amongst us, brothers.

Sir, ardakl has visual.

It looks so green.

I guess Sinjars only stream

flows there.

Five minutes rest, then we move on.

Copy that.

Are you Turuk?

Excuse me?

Turuk?

Yes, we are Turks.

Im also Turuk.

ardakl is also kin.

They are all Turuk.

ardakl is a Turkmen village.

We are Turuk alright.

Wafer?

Not this time.

Looks clean.

Just some civilians.

Around 30 to 40.

Wheres the LZ?

Ahead, 100 meters lower altitude.

We need to call the T- 70s sir.

Theyll just about make it.

I can see Turkey from here.

Whats your name?

Enegl.

Enegl.

Im Bekir, Enegl.

That is Ouz.

I tried talking, she doesnt respond.

They carved nasheeds on

her back with a knife.

Sons of whores.

Then again, that only insults the whores.

These are the realities you still ignore.

This time, those who suffer arent arabs

or kurds either...

...they are Iraqi Turks.

At least they will live.

Here, in this barbarity...

How does one live?

100 men, against 1000. How

do they survive?

This has no simple answer, gentlemen.

Is there a historical precedent? Yes.

There are the Carthaginians.

Under Hannibals command.

He did something similar at Cannae.

Naturally, the truth is...

...we need to examine the english theorist

B.H. Liddell Hart and his concepts.

During this battle, Romans were,

as always, too confident...

You know what I miss?

...in three main columns,

they attacked with the middle strongest.

Fist- fighting you.

I wish I could just tussle once

more before you became my superior.

Youre seriously crazy, man.

Bekir, Ouz, whats going on?

Sir, our friend Bekir here

wants to fight me one last time.

You f***ing rat.

According to Harts doctrine

How do 10 men fight against 100?

Answer it properly, go out during

the break, and beat each other up.

I'll allow it.

Sir, 1000 people will always crush 100.

Reality of numbers.

The only way to win, according to Hart

is to fight indirectly.

How, explain that too.

To focus on the vulnerable joints

using any trick and advantage possible.

Oh yes.

Our final fight.

The closing of an era.

A clean punch to the face wins.

Whats the matter bro?

Scared of two?

May he who fears you, become you.

Come on shithead.

Come.

Youre learning something. Come.

You alright?

You alright man?

Dude... you indirect warfare sh*t.

Who ever hits the nose?

Sorry man, not intentional.

Im not Emin Boztepe.

Stop, dont stand.

Look up.

I fell in love with a girl.

We met the other day.

I think she likes me.

100 billion galaxies.

In each one, 100 billion stars,

countless planets.

And a girl likes Bekir.

She might be the woman I marry.

What the sh*t?

Youre serious.

Way to go Bekir. Live that life.

How does one live a life?

Where the cloud casts a shadow,

thats the LZ, sir.

Looks like my hometown.

Do they have 50 calibre

echoing in Bilecikm too?

You dont know our girls.

Salam- u- Alaikum

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