The Breath Page #3

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No it won't. They cut it out,

put it into a box...

...and take it to the hospital.

And that's something good.

It's an easy thing to say, but you'll

carry the sins of these boys. It's a sin!

Do you think that's a good thing

to do? - I don't force them to...

Suppose they die, shall they

enter the afterlife...

...without arms and legs,

even without a heart?

He's right. If we die tomorrow...

...we enter the afterlife

without our donated organs.

That's the word of God,

that's how it's written down.

God Forbid, if we step on a landmine...

...and our arm or leg is shattered,

what then?

Then you're a martyr and

you'll go straight to heaven.

Your place will be directly

below the prophets.

No one will ask you

about your missing organs.

But you just said it. I'm becoming

a martyr if I die here? - Right?

- So if I'm a martyr anyway. I'm not

not accountable for anything in heaven.

Then I'll donate my heart?

- That's right!

I'll donate, pal. - That's the spirit.

- Right on, donate!

When did they open fire on you?

- 3 months ago, sir.

Is it regular?

I've been here for 8 months and

there was only one shooting.

One in 8 months? - Yes, sir.

- That sounds fishy, Baris.

You and Sedat look through

the old files...

...and check them for death

zones and shooting directions.

Calculate the distance and inform

the brigade.

In case there is an assault, we can

ask for artillery backup.

Yes, sir.

- Vedat, where are the files?

At the information centre.

Good, let's check them out.

- Yes, sir.

Why didn't you connect the foxholes?

- The soil is too rocky here sir.

We weren't able to build

connecting foxholes.

Do you send out patrols to secure the area?

- No, sir. Weather is awful here.

Besides we don't have enough men.

We are barely arming sentry points.

We'll send out patrols when

snow melts. - Yes, sir.

Then we'll see what's going on

out there.

Those pigs will stay down in this

weather anyway.

Faruk, they're totally shredded.

How are we supposed to sew them?

No idea, just sew it. It's an order.

Yours is even worse.

- Yeah...

Lock it. Pick up the ammo.

Hurry up, hurry up. Muzzle into the can.

Load it, chamber a round,

release the safety, pull the trigger

Put in the magazine, lock it.

Muzzle into the can, chamber a

round, pull out the magazine

Release the safety, pull the trigger,

put in the magazine,

Don't point it at me.

Pick up your magazine.

Come in.

Time for you medication sir. - Thank you.

What are you staring at?

There's nothing to see here. Get lost.

Sedat, put it on the speaker.

- As you command sir.

Sergeant... Turn it off!

Give me my gun!

Turn off the generator!

Hurry, hurry... at 2 o'clock! To the 14!

Don't shoot unless you can aim!

In my right pocket!

What's in your right pocket?

Take the lucky charm.

He is dead. Turn off the light.

What is in your right pocket?

We're right under the relay! Right!

I can't see anything.

Take the lucky charm.

What the f***? Are you dreaming?

It's ok, it's nothing.

Sergeant. - Sleep on.

He's pale like a ghost.

Must have been a nightmare.

Go back to bed.

Snow is melting.

It's like spring time.

It is indeed.

I'll send you a parcel.

Would you get it?

Apricots and stuff you like.

Thank you, but not now. I'll let you

know when the time is right, ok?

Captain, if you need a courier, I'm your man!

- Zeynep, hang up please.

I wonder, how long your wife will continue

to live in the barracks after you die?

Do you hear me, Mete? - Zeynep,

would you please hang up?

Actually I was aiming at you.

I hit the boy accidently.

What was his name again?

No worries, I'll whisper his name

in your ear once we meet.

After their last failure, terrorists

will get even more aggressive

At least that's what it looks like.

Every single one of you needs to

act with caution.

Follow the orders accurately.

Be ready for combat at all hours.

This place will become our graves ...

... or their gaves.

Don't you ever forget that.

Look under every rock.

Clear.

- Clear.

They took this path. We secured

the area.

Southeast. Southwest.

Get down.

Their hideout must be

right around here Baris.

That's why he's not attacking.

We must disturb him. Hurt him.

Let's search every mountain, boys. Okan!

Yes, Sir.

- Send two men over there.

They also cleared

the other side of the path.

This area?

- Search completed in the area.

He trusts himself a lot.

That's his weak spot.

We must make him angry.

Let's make him angry then.

Go look for a nice

observation spot. - Yes, Sir.

We need to find an ambush point.

The two of us and a messenger.

Your medication sir.

Four men will be enough.

This guy is around here.

You were right, captain.

Have you found an appropriate spot?

Yes, sir.

He won't attack us until

the end of our assignment.

We need to lure him out of his cover.

If we can't find him, he must come to us.

What are we going to tell the

brigade Commander?

They don't want us to leave the station.

We say nothing.

If something goes wrong?

It won't.

Let me go alone.

No, I'll join you.

As you wish, captain.

I'll take the revenge of Orhan.

In this place sin is larger than

man, right?

It is written that man...

...shall not slay man.

Are there men without sin, Ibo?

That's what's written.

Do you want to read my poem?

- Yep!

Why don't you write one yourself?

I wouldn't ask for yours, if I could,

Hello, do you hear me?

Follow my words:

I look at stones and rocks.

I look at stones and rocks.

Try to act a little bit sad, when

you're staring at the stone.

Look at the stone.

- Look...

I look at stones and rocks.

There they lie.

What is their purpose? Alone is

the stone, for a long long time.

Can he leave? He cannot.

Can you?

- Nope.

I ask myself, if somebody waits for them or not?

- Less tragic, slightly melancholic!

Don't cry, just melancholic!

Then I think of you.

Your eyes, they shine.

I think of you. I think of you.

Don't overdo it. Smile slightly.

I'm glad that the longing will

end someday.

We'll be united happily.

What's up?

What? Why are you laughing?

OK, so?

That's it, darling.

- Masallah!

Oh f*** you, Ibo!

Did you do it like I told you?

I did and even swayed with my

head. Just ask Sedat!

Did you actually feel what you said.

- Yes, I didn't f***ing feel bro!

Strange. Then you didn't

perform it properly. What's her job?

She's as student at a technical

college. - Technical college?

Yeah.

- Then it won't work with her.

Why not?

She's the materialistic type,

not the romatic. She needs a different poem.

Really?

- You go off now. I'll write another one.

Those girls aren't romantic.

May I ask you a question, sir?

- Of course, Kadircan.

There are rumors... They say the doctor

will attack the station.

Who is this guy?

You know, the terrorist

who's intercepting the radio?

Why is he called Doctor? Is he a doctor?

He dropped out of medical college

after 3 years.

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