Dag II Page #7

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- Bekir?

- Ready sir.

Come, all of you.

Wear this.

Would this stop a bullet, sir?

No. But it will stop ricochets.

Take cover. Over there.

Theyre approaching the chokepoint.

Arif, shrink your profile.

Brave die once, cowards thousands.

Brave die once, cowards thousands.

Use Channel 4 for detonation.

One. Two.

Three.

The road is narrow.

Move the men and trucks first!

Trucks! Trucks!

Four.

Now.

Move! Move!

Why yell on a mountain?

To defy fate.

Move!

Move!

Flanks!

Move it!

Baybars! We cant hold this tank!

Run to the chokepoint!

Boran, get ready!

Arif, theyre leaking in!

Bekir, back! Covering fire!

Youre doing good.

Press the comm. Say the mosque is clean.

Repeat what I said.

The mosque is clean.

You again?

I cant even die alone?

Eref!?

- Two.

- Two.

Two.

Baybars, wheres my SMAW

(Shoulder-launched Multi-purpose Assault Weapon)?!

Sweet roses blossom

So the bees taste

Roses pinned to chests

To wither in time

Arif.

Arif, get down!

Load up!

Arif, move!

Arif, come in, Arif.

- They are in the village, sir.

Arif, Get to Last Castle.

Sir. The flank is falling.

On our way, Baybars.

Guys, fall back. Were right behind you!

Sir, I'll cover you.

- Mustafa.

- Sir.

The other day my son asked

"Dad are you a hero?".

What did you say?

I said I was not...

...but that I served under one.

Go!

Humans grow from the cradle

To lie sleep in the grave

Cover me!

Arif, how many do you see?

10, sir.

Arif, Remember my son?

Of course I do, sir.

Handsome like his dad.

Arif! Behind!

Boran!

- Hang in there buddy!

- Im good, sir.

Promise.

He will be my ward, sir!

Heroes gladly fall

To protect their homeland

One dies,

a thousand rise!

Arif, sitrep.

Erefs here sir.

Boran...

- Boran what?

- Hes critically wounded.

Get out of there now.

Bring Arif and the others.

- Yes sir.

- Bekir?

- Huh?

Thanks.

What, why?

Just, thanks.

I aint used to this, scrub.

Id expect daft history lessons from you.

Huns, Ithiopans, Hittites and stuff.

- Ethiopian.

- What?

They are called Ethiopians.

Thats more f***ing like it.

Lets go.

- Eref!

- Eref!

Eref!

Eref!

Dont.

Whered it come from?

Shield.

What?

Make me your shield.

Eref, Im wont leave you here.

I cant feel my legs.

Use your head, Arif.

Make me your shield.

Come on.

4 oclock.

Tell Sebahat.

I know, youll find her.

Are you excited Bekir?

A little, sir, mostly because

I get to have a stubble after today.

You already know Baybars,

your classmate.

Everybody can do everything in MAK 8.

But we also have specialists

among us.

Arif is our marksman,

Baybars will be heavy weapons.

Earman (Eref) is infiltration.

Why do they say Earman?

If Eref likes you, maybe one day

hell tell the tale, Bekir.

Dont worry, nobody likes him.

Sir?

Why do we fold each others parachutes?

So that you remember.

No man is responsible for himself only.

We always take care of each other first.

Ready!?

Did you fold it properly?

Cant recall really.

Eref?

Sir, theyre surrounding us.

Everybody load up.

Last!

Last.

Last.

Nabat, Ill help you to the shelter.

The battle makes the warrior, commander.

Ouz, wake up. Ouz!

Bekir!

One. One, two, three.

'Allah is Great'! 'Allah is Great'!

'Allah is Great'!

No!

Sir!

Sir.

Sir!

I had a daughter Ceyda.

If she had lived Id want

her to be like you.

With heart, knowledge, defiance.

Id want criticizing the

country and the military.

The state, and the people too.

Id want her uncovering our faults.

Just as long as she had love.

Love for the country and all its faults.

If you want to honor us...

...just love, Ceyda.

Remember the good things...

...our banter...

...brotherhood and the laughter.

Remember the football match.

Bekir.

Tell them my last command was to

extract all remaining villagers.

They wont refuse.

Ouz.

Dont forget.

The reason...

...dont forget it.

Weve laid out all the plans

from HQ, sir.

Normally they ransom, but not now.

Ceyda put the yezidi on the news...

...theyll execute her.

It will take at least a week for them

to move south of Raqqa to the mountain.

We need to make

good use of that week.

Know why we are saving this woman?

A known journalist who built a career

on criticizing us.

Being a Turk used to

have some meaning.

- Still does, sir.

- Does it?

Does it, still?

They will behead a Turkish woman

and record it on camera.

The world will watch.

Beyond all duties, we soldiers

have a moral duty.

To put our life and our existence

on the line for the benefit...

...of all of our people, and stand

with them against any enemy.

She can hate us...

...or love us, makes no difference.

Our duty is absolute to our people.

That responsibility is why you exist.

Its why youre coming with us.

Gentlemen.

This is your first MAK 8 operation.

The time has come.

Indeed it has.

Time to let live.

Sir, through pass!

- Let do dammit.

- Cmon Ouz!

- Penalty!

- No it was nothing.

- What happened?

- Penalty.

What penalty sir?

Sheesh.

Bekir, dont offend a superior officer.

Aw sir, this here is peer pressure

from rank.

I used to be a civilian too!

Sir you already gave us

this half- lame...

If youre all going whine

lets stop playing.

You already have Baybars as keeper.

Oh! Poor officers are sad.

Its alright sir. Win the game.

Get used to how officers are, Bekir.

They got the easy life.

Easy life!

- You too Brutus?

- Oh didnt see you here sir!

Well this has to stop.

Im forming MAK 11.

NCOs only!

Cmon move!

We can do this!

Still lots of places to go to

Theyll never forget us here

Well sing a folk song and leave

Weve existed by loving, being loved

Sometimes fighting, dying, rising

Baked in an oven of meaning

We adore wise beauties and leave

We adore wise beauties and leave

We leave after paying all dues

We leave singing a song that endures

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