Kokoda

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The brutal Japanese war machine

spreads like a deadly virus

over Southeast Asia.

Australia is open to invasion.

The U.S. flights

to the bottom of Pearl Harbor,

their eyes on the Philippines.

They can not help.

Thousands of jobs is a Japanese way

along the narrow path of Kokoda.

We are alone.

Under the orders of the new colonel graves we

us to Isurava along the Kokoda track.

Here we eat, sleep and shelter.

Many of us are exhausted.

We are now two weeks.

Waiting ...

The Australian army would

We soon come to relieve.

They are the IIF said.

We call them chocolate's.

Volunteers, sent to New Guinea

to ships unloading and digging roads.

Chocolate soldiers.

The IIF is concerned that we will melt

in the heat of battle.

They may have the same.

Not trained, poorly equipped,

plagued by dysentery and malaria.

We are only available to the

Japanese to resist.

They are 10 times more numerous and our

at any moment attack.

We are lame, ready for slaughter.

Have you seen Max? He is my brother.

Where are you going, Jack?

Kokoda is there.

Yes, but ... We go to Isurava, right?

Take a look, Jack.

This guy is quite shy.

Oh, damn!

Jack, oh damn!

Help me! Jack!

Jesus ...

Try to stay still?

Are you ok?

Oh size ... A pint would go there.

No problem.

I have somewhere beer.

Look ...

F***ing IIF.

Go out dancing tonight, sir?

Max, go to the quartermaster and

ask him ammunition for tonight.

What are you waiting for?

What do you know about the new commander?

- As many as you.

He was three days ago

through the route, with the colonel.

Sixth Division IIF.

Decorated?

If he has, they are not here.

We felt safe in any case

him in the trenches in Libya.

Soft.

- Those are his brains.

Now, what do you want?

Quinine.

I have no quinine, you know.

I have nothing for malaria.

Everything is running out.

I have no morphine, no drugs,

nothing against dysentery.

No sheets, no stretchers ...

no tobacco.

I have nothing for you.

I have not for just anyone.

Have you no hope?

Where life is hope, son.

Courage ...

that feeds on hope.

You guys are talking

seriously had no doubt.

Not a day goes by

without you I think.

It's criminal,

to send you here.

No experience, no training.

Nothing.

But now ...

now ...

you are right,

not deteriorate.

You must die.

We all.

We must ...

O God, my little brother.

Look, boy, look to the Colonel.

He was sent by god himself.

Set your trust in him.

That young lieutenant there.

The IIF will be rapid.

Then you go home.

Go.

Yes, sir.

Corporal.

- Mr.

Burke, the second in command.

Within two hours we leave.

If the IIF is not suddenly pops up

we are back from last night.

See you after the briefing.

Tabak, Mikey ...

Honneybum Twist ...

On the leg.

Schouw arms about an hour.

Kiss them, Bell, ok?

For you, the corporal, Blowey.

- Kiss them, Corporal.

Sixty minutes.

It's a damn zottenkot above.

The new chef throws the stick

in the henhouse.

Just when I began to think that they

finally knew what they were doing.

Head or tails?

Kiss it ...

I give you 'head ...

Ah, sadly, a mishit!

Come on, man, I show you.

- No, it's already happened.

Go to hell, Burkey.

Come on, guys

you have heard the corporal,

arms inspection on sixty minutes.

John?

- I have to sh*t.

It does not interest me what you moetn

but do not

your weapon, OK?

Do you like working with yourself, jerry!.

Good news, guys!

Are you going to die?

Better!

There is post!

Fantastic, the post gets through.

No fanmail for you today.

Do not so damn happy about it.

What she says?

Reaching 175

Colynwood 37!

Have you heard of General MacArthur?

The hero of the city.

He is Australia rescue

the emperor of Japan.

He is now in a quiet bar

with his feet on the table.

All the a**holes that he left behind

sit in a f***ing ditch.

Have you heard of General 'distorted'?

Hero of the deer in Greece

for war

Commissioner of police.

Caught in a prostitution house

an icy cold night.

Liver me to the cops,

I'm in a difficult situation.

Guys, rations for only 24 hours.

Keep your luggage light.

We rotate with my own platoon in

a forward position at 16.00.

Like yesterday.

Present gun.

According to the intelligence they

our last night attacks.

You will constantly

You be vigilant.

The rest of you dig himself.

Be ready to fight.

As long as necessary.

Costs.

The most advanced patrol

we are the front line.

We are

'early warning system. "

We bluff. The enemy thinks

we more than the case.

The route is your lifeline.

See you not that surrounded it.

No news of the IIF, sir?

Tomorrow we see them.

A cup of tea ready

when you come back.

How's your stomach?

- Well, thank you, sir.

Did you get quinine from the doctor, Jack?

Yes, sir.

Guys ...

Forward.

Give me a puff.

Are you OK, buddy?

Better than that there.

Get on, boys.

Not smoking, not talk.

We have never been so far.

It has to be safe then, eh.

Take this too.

You little darling.

Are there any complaints?

Much, sir.

- Glad to hear.

Everything okay?

- Yes, sir.

It would help

if you have eyes on your back.

Water ...

Would be inappropriate to leave

questions on the basis of compassion?

What grounds would that be?

That my head is not

shot will.

Das ist ein stale cottage.

Das ist das fahrt-haus.

Das ist die bus.

What is library again?

Idiot.

Concentrate on your task.

Nothing ...

This sucks.

Down!

Where are those bastards!

Down!

Damn ... they love to f***!

Keep your damn helmet on, you idiot!

Reverse!

No, Stan!

F*** you, corporal!

There is something wrong. We had some

the boss must have heard!

They surround us!

Retreat! Go!

What happens, f***?

- Damn, do not move!

There is something wrong!

They are behind us! Retreat to

behind the route! Outta here!

Retreat!

Hey!

Yes yes yes!

He is dead, damn it!

Let them pay off!

Behind the route!

Back, back!

Not on your life!

Come on, bastards!

Retreat, we can not

more here.

Go, I will cover.

Reload!

- Reverse!

Now, I will cover.

Retreat!

- Go!

Come on, go!

Go, go!

Come on ...

Who will cover?

Guys!

Damn!

Fast.

Where's Johan?

He was behind me.

What?

No, still there.

He's been there.

Shut up, butthead!

Sam.

Clearing ... Burkey care, now!

Sorry, guys,

I had not yet ...

Shot, sir?

Yes, the chef is

went to the west.

Is it number 3?

We are in position 2.

No, no, no, more than that.

The squad lost at least ...

Yes?

If we are lucky

we can get.

Sir?

Mr!

Clearing.

- Damn.

Smell.

What is that smell?

I have in my pants gekakt.

No worries, mate, let it

but all out.

Leave me alone!

Idiots.

I can not fight without Blue!

Blue!

Blue!

Silent ... Shut up!

He is my friend.

He is not your friend, he is a dick.

- Control you!

I get it.

That is stupid.

If you had you would have

want them to come looking for you.

Not if I was dead, my friend.

I go myself.

No, you is not f***ing!

- You!

Stay where you are.

I get it.

Who made you boss?

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