Red Tails Page #5
You signed up to follow orders.
One bomber, that's 10 men.
can put a cross on your plane,
that doesn't balance that.
We count our victories
by the bombers we
get to their targets.
By the husbands we
return to their wives.
By the fathers we get
back to their children.
What has not changed,
what will never change,
from the last plane, to the last
bullet, to the last minute,
to the last man, we fight.
We fight!
Yes, sir!
We've secured new aircrafts.
P-51s.
The best the AAF's got.
As soon as we get the A-okay, we'll
begin ferrying them in from Bari.
Dismissed.
Say cheese, say cheese.
Whoo-hoo!
My, my, my!
Hey, Maurice!
How are they flying?
Like angels.
I don't know any angels with
six .50-caliber machine guns.
All right, men, get your manuals.
Get familiar.
Coffee!
Yes, sir.
We'll need them all marked
up and ready to fly.
It's taken care of.
The Major says paint their tails
bright red, so they stand out.
Like the Red Baron.
Loud and proud.
Appreciate it.
Beautiful.
Nothing but blue skies do I see
This will definitely make
the group distinctive.
Bright red tails
and black pilots?
You can't call us nothing
else but distinctive.
From now on.
Never saw the sun
shining so bright
Never saw things going so right
What do you think?
It's like it's speeding
even when it's sitting.
I never even met a girl
as beautiful as this plane.
Well, take good care of her.
What do you mean?
I twisted
the Flight Surgeon's arm.
Got you back on the roster.
You going up with us
next mission.
Uh...
Sorry.
Thank you, sir.
I'm going to tell the guys.
Heavenly Father, we thank
you for this glorious day.
We ask that you
send your angels down
to surround us as we
fly through the sky.
We know that it's
part of your master plan
that we've made it all the way
from Tuskegee here to Ramitelli.
We are very confident
in our abilities,
but we ask that you give
us the vision, the sight,
make it through this mission.
All the airmen say, "In
Jesus' name we pray." Amen.
Amen.
- Nothing's difficult.
- Everything's a challenge.
- Through adversity...
- ...to the stars!
From the last plane,
to the last bullet,
to the last minute, to
the last man, we fight!
We fight!
We fight!
Anybody got eyes
on the bombers?
Uh...
We are all by our lonesome, Red One.
Think we screwed up.
Right on target, and according to
my reckoning, 32 seconds early.
We're here.
They're not.
Maybe the bombers turned back.
Damn! Maybe they
went on without us.
Red One, there they are.
Nine o'clock low.
Junior, head on over
to the bomber leader.
Let him know we're friendlies.
Roger that.
Bogies! Three high.
Everybody, on your guns.
Counting close to 70 chicks.
We got one coming down.
Hold your fire.
They're ours.
Red tails? I don't
recognize the markings.
He's colored.
Yeah, right.
Hell if I'm joking!
Look.
Jesus Christ. They
can't all be colored.
One fighter group of all Negro pilots?
I don't believe it!
What the hell do we do?
Tacoma One to all planes.
Everybody's eyes open.
I don't think
our fighter escort
is gonna be much
help this trip.
Flying Fortresses!
At least a hundred!
Decoy Squadron, move in
and draw off those fighters.
Fighters, four o'clock.
They're not attacking.
Let them go.
Let them go?
Our orders are to
stay with the bombers.
Uh. What? What?
You're breaking up.
You heard Colonel Bullard. Forget
the prize, save the lives.
God, I hate this war.
Look at that. Those Red
Tails are staying put.
They're giving up
glory to save our asses.
We'll have to do
this the hard way...
...Break!
Here we go, Lightning.
Right behind you.
Where'd this jackass come from?
Get out of there, Lightning!
Come on, get out of there!
I'm just playing with him.
Stop fooling around!
Damn it, I'm coming.
No, you're not.
Stay put.
I'm gonna show him
Whoo! Ha-ha!
Lightning, when are you gonna
learn this is not a game?
Coming up on
anti-aircraft guns.
Back off! We'll get
'em on the way back...
Break! Break!
Those Jerries are
hightailing it out of here.
Flak's getting thick.
Break off. Circle clear of the
flak until the bombers return.
Good luck, bombardiers!
All bombs away! Let's get
the hell out of here.
Here they come.
Form up.
Move in...
...Concentrate
on the stragglers!
Hey, Junior! You got
a bandit on your left!
Get out of there.
I'll take him.
Junior, get out of there!
Where is he?
I can't see him!
Ah!
Junior, where are you?
Are you all right?
I'm all right!
Junior, you're on fire!
Junior, get out of the plane!
Junior!
Come on, Junior, bail!
Geronimo!
We didn't lose a single plane.
Well, that's a first.
Red One, Deke's trailing fuel!
Don't look good.
Deke, talk to me.
What's your status?
I'm all right.
I got gas spraying everywhere,
but I think I'm gonna be okay.
I'm a little dizzy, but
other than that, I'm fine.
All right, listen up.
I'll give escort to Deke
. Everybody else head back to base.
No, I'll stay. I'm his wingman.
I'll stay.
Let me take him, Easy.
God, I hate this mask!
It's my call, Lightning.
Your calls have been
a little off lately.
What? What are you
talking about?
Junior shouldn't
have been up here.
You got a problem with the
way I'm running this squad,
you talk to Bullard
about it, all right?
Until then, I'm in control.
And my order for you right now
is to head back to base.
Damn!
All right, Deke,
you'll be all right.
I'll see you back at the ranch.
You got Black Jesus
with you, boy!
Thanks, Smokey.
Well, get me home, Easy.
No, sir. You're going
to get yourself home.
What the hell put the Captain
in such a bad mood?
He gets like that sometimes.
He knows good and well he
shouldn't have let Junior fly.
That boy was half blind.
We're almost home.
I hope we meet up with
those Red Tails next time.
Listen, boys, the bombers
Our mission is over.
Let's head back to base.
You guys are
taking the long way.
I'm going to take a
shortcut down the coast.
Come on now, Lightning. Ain't
no need to get all crazy.
You know you got to stay
with your squadron.
You stay with the slow-ass squadron.
I'm running low on fuel.
And what if you
turn up missing?
Then I'll have to
break it to Major Stance.
Well, break it to him gently.
Great, great, great!
One's a drunk,
and the other one
does whatever
the hell he wants to do.
Smokey, stay with him.
And keep him out of trouble.
Don't worry.
I'll stick with him.
My head, it hurts.
We're almost there, Deke.
Stay with me.
Easy, I got blood all over
me, but I'm not bleeding.
You're gonna be okay.
Captain,
I'm getting real dizzy.
I need to rest a minute.
No, no. Stay alert, Deke.
I'm here with you.
I can't really see anything!
Everything's all blurred!
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