The Siege of Jadotville Page #5

Radio! That'll be our reinforcements.

What are you hearing?

Nothing of ours, if that's what you mean.

Let's go!

Is that my reinforcements I hear?

Kane's platoon are at the bridge.

Thirty men?

What happened to the battalion?

It's all we could get.

They're under heavy bombardment.

They may have to pull back.

Our only hope is that you reach us!

I'll try to get through to them.

We're facing bigger numbers

than we were advised!

We have to pull out!

Pull back! Pull back!

Sir. McEntee.

Back to your positions.

- Quinlan.

- They can't break through, Pat.

The Gends have shored up

with the big guns.

Don't we have a load of big guns, Sean?

Don't the United-f***ing-Nations

have a load of big guns?

Not that we can get to you.

Get ready!

You're hanging us out to dry.

Tell me you're not.

They're splitting

into platoons! Target their heavy guns!

Open fire!

Tell me what I'm supposed to do, General.

General!

Carry out your orders, Commandant.

Hold your ground.

Defend Jadotville.

With what? A firm tone?

Ammo!

We need more ammo over here!

Make it last!

I'm going to start charging you

for every f***ing bullet that misses!

Stick to your positions!

Last magazine!

Go and find out where our f***ing ammo is!

I have to round up more ammo!

F***ing... little bastards!

Get off! Get off!

Hold fire!

We didn't do that.

Incoming!

Cooley!

Find his head!

There he is!

Get him some air.

We're running out of supplies.

Some of these lads won't last much longer.

Any dead?

Not yet.

Medic!

Eyes on the south flank!

Let's get him inside.

And we're out of morphine.

Oh, f***.

What's it like, getting shot?

I wouldn't recommend it.

Dr O'Brien,

you have made a very bad thing much worse.

Sir, I made my decisions

based on conditions in the field.

Your decisions have led to more bloodshed.

Sir, Operation Morthor

has still been successful in the main.

But you allowed a massacre

at the radio station.

You expect me to defend that?

What am I to do

if a commander chooses to go in hard?

You're the man on the ground.

Not every square inch of it, sir.

General Tshombe

was willing to negotiate before this.

Now he's broken all relations.

And I am told there is an Irish company

stuck in the middle of nowhere under siege

as a result

of your Radio Katanga disaster.

Dag... you more than anyone understand

I couldn't control every circumstance.

You're attached to it, Conor.

Best leave you unattached to me.

It's about protecting the organization.

Secretary General,

I believe I made the correct decisions.

If you disagree, when you're here...

I'll tender my resignation.

I'm quite sure you think you're right,

Conor.

But facts on the ground says different.

And I will have to accept

that resignation.

Unidentified aircraft.

Hello?

Get out.

- Conor, this is a highly volatile...

- Get out!

Sir, the crow is incoming.

Get that gun up!

Sergeant!

Help me flip it.

Corporal Donnelly!

Bring your sections!

One, two, three!

To your stations!

I need directions immediately.

Your message

will be conveyed to Dr O'Brien.

What's he doing that's so important?

Does he have any other

United Nations units under siege?

Your message

will be conveyed to Dr O'Brien.

F***!

- We're gonna have to leave them out there.

- We're not abandoning them.

If we engage a battle for air-superiority,

it could lead to full-out war.

Sure you're not trying

to reinforce a failed operation?

Look, we cannot be held responsible

for the radio station.

Quinlan's company was a mistake on

a chess board, leaving a pawn vulnerable.

You don't sacrifice a queen

to save a pawn.

What?

"UN Secretary General Dag Hammarskjld's

plane went down."

"There are no reports of survivors."

Oh, my God.

The tragic death

of the Secretary General

of the United Nations

on his way to the Congo.

Everything now teeters in the balance,

which has increased the stakes

for the United States

and the Soviet Republic.

In Washington,

President Kennedy voices his tribute.

Dag Hammarskjld's cause

of dedication to the cause of peace,

his willingness

to accept all responsibility...

in trying to strengthen

the United Nations

and make it a more effective instrument

for the aspirations of the hundreds

of millions of people around the globe

who desire to live out their lives.

Those efforts of his are well known.

It is tragic and ironical

that his death came

during a mission he was undertaking...

in order to bring about cease fire

in Katanga.

Let's see what everybody does now.

Recognizing...

Come on.

Turn around.

You'll be all right, Reidy.

We'll see you at home.

Clear! We need to go now!

Get out of there! Get out!

- Get them!

- Don't let it get near us!

Get them pilots out!

What the f*** do we do now?

The mission now is to keep men alive.

Charlie Alpha Juliet to Control.

No response.

Sir, the radio's working,

they're just not answering.

Try it again.

I require an immediate decision

on our last request.

This is Charlie Alpha Juliet

awaiting further instructions.

This is Company A, Jadotville calling.

I require immediate contact

with anybody there.

They can hear us, boss.

If they were gonna help,

they would have by now.

Sir!

You need to see this!

You come with me!

Control your positions, lads!

If they get close enough, we're f***ed.

Gather up all the shells.

Now.

Sniper!

Vickers on the roof!

Yes, sir!

Man your trench until they get close.

Donnelly, take explosives into the chapel

and outer houses.

- Yes, sir.

- Stack them against south-facing walls.

Joyce, grab those boxes!

Yes, sir!

Grab that box! Grab that box!

Sniper, cover the north flank.

Let's go!

Every shell you find,

put it in the box.

Get ready for it!

Get ready!

Stick to the plan and wait for my signal!

- Joyce, with me.

- Yes, sir.

Get those mortars out of there.

Keep moving!

Get ready for it!

They're almost there!

Open fire!

O'Driscoll's trench, fall back!

Wait for it. Wait for it.

Fall back!

Hold.

Hold. Wait for it.

Flank's down!

Now!

Get back in your trenches!

Man your trenches!

Grab the guns!

They're coming!

They're coming from the east as well!

Boys on the left flank!

We need more men over here!

Williams, with me.

You, too, now!

Yes, sir.

Man the north flank!

F***!

This is the spot!

F*** it. I'm out.

Platoon, fall back!

Fall back!

Go! Go!

Incoming!

Gorman!

Get the f*** out of that trench!

Are you all right?

Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!

Run!

F***ing run!

Ammo's out, sir!

F***! I'm dry clicking.

I'm done, gents!

Hold!

Quinlan!

Let's finish this!

Are we done now?

We've used every bullet twice.

What do we do now?

I want your honest answer.

Should we surrender?

- No.

- No.

No.

No, boss.

- No, boss.

- No way.

Well said.

Good job

I'm the one making the decisions.

It's over.

As General Tshombe

continued to play games with the UN...

we sat in jail,

under sentence of death, and waited.

Finally, about a month later,

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