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Alpha 2 here, we see it perfectly.

Go ahead, Alpha 2.

You can land.

Look at this mess.

It's worse than I thought.

Alpha 2 on the ground.

Maintaining power

in case the ground gives.

Okay, have the cargo crew

get off.

Looks like Santa Claus

just got here.

Let's see what he f***ing brought!

- Who's in charge?

- I am. Lieutenant Conte.

First Sergeant Rodriguez.

I've got rifle and machine gun ammo.

Part of it is here and part

where the helicopter landed.

Captain Torres?

Over there.

Gavilan!

Grab someone

and go get the ammo!

Jaramillo, give him a hand!

Mao, Hook, this is Greyhound.

Park vehicles for reference.

- How are you, Captain?

- Everything secure.

Perfect.

This dust is f***ed up, huh?

I know, I know.

Ground to Alpha 1!

This is Alpha 1.

We're preparing the cargo.

I'll put you through

to Captain Torres.

Ramon, go ahead!

Thanks, Luis. Hey, good work

with the reference vehicles.

Thank you.

Here's Rodriguez.

Thanks, Captain.

Ground to Alpha 1.

The cargo is ready.

Castro, what do you think?

F***ed up, sir.

Really f***ed up.

Let's give it a try.

Cargo in sight.

Cargo underneath us.

Out of sight.

Cargo in sight back here.

Torques 100% joined.

Preparing hook.

Instruments green.

Releasing cables.

Cables dropped 100 meters

over vertical.

Begin descent.

80 meters...

70 meters...

F***ing dust!

I can't see anything, sir.

I can, we're good.

Continuing descent.

40 meters...

Son of a b*tch!

Still at 40 meters.

I still can't see anything.

Do you see the references?

Can you see the ground, sir?

Major?

Major, should we abort?

Abort.

Isabel, Isabel!

What happened, sir?

Who's Conte?

Sorry, Luis.

What happened to you?

- It's nothing.

- Who's Conte?

At your service, Major.

We have to blow up

the MEDEVAC.

What?

Luis, I can't see anything.

I can't see the references

through the dust.

- What do you mean, blow it up?

- Yes, damn it.

You have to take it, sir.

With all due respect,

you can't imagine what we've been

through for that helicopter.

There has to be something

you can do.

This is Ogre 1.

We're out of fuel.

We have to leave.

Good luck.

Okay.

I think I've got it.

Let's see.

We've got two 25-meter cables,

right?

We join the two cables.

25 meters and 25 meters.

From the main hook

of the Chinook.

That's 50 meters.

No matter how much dust

gets kicked up,

I doubt it'll reach the Chinook.

I'll be able to see the references.

Yeah, but with only one cable,

it'll swing like crazy.

And if the cable snaps,

it'll whip around and hit the rotor.

Luis, what do you think?

It's your chopper.

Julia.

Julia, damn it!

- Okay.

- Shall we try it?

Let's go.

Let's go!

Come on, gentlemen, let's go!

Luis.

I'll leave at the end with Rodriguez

and his crew.

Sanchez, stay with Abda

and the wounded.

Yes, Captain!

- Mine.

- Yours.

Ground, good luck.

Let's go get it.

Cargo over vertical.

Don't drift too far right, sir.

Begin descent.

80 meters...

70 meters...

I can't see anything, sir.

Like before.

I can, I see the reference points.

Continuing descent.

60 meters.

Don't back up, keep descending.

50 meters.

Stop.

Releasing cable.

Torques 100% joined.

Preparing hook.

Everything green.

Releasing cable.

Cable released.

Major, this is control.

The insurgents are back.

They're regrouping.

Prepare for

- an attack.

- Quickly, ground.

- RPG on the right!

- Motherf***er!

The cable is swinging!

Carranza!

Sh*t!

Come on, baby!

Ground to Alpha 1.

Cargo is hooked!

Begin ascent.

Cable tense, continue ascent.

Sir, over vertical!

Six feet higher!

Careful, don't drift left.

Keep rising.

The cargo is vertical!

Keep rising!

Medic!

Medic!

70 meters.

Free to fly.

Ground, gather your team.

We're coming for you.

Alpha 2,

- go down for them.

- Copy that, initiating maneuver.

Gunners, cover Alpha 2.

Quit screwing around

and get on board!

Jaramillo, in the valley!

Captain, we need to get

the hell out of here.

If we get lost,

look for the heat

of the engines.

Give me the okay.

We move on three.

Three!

F***!

The cargo is swinging.

Carranza! RPG!

Red!

Green!

It's spinning, sir!

Jesus!

I'm here! Hold on!

Alpha 2 at 9 o'clock.

I know, I'm on it!

Damn it...

Sh*t.

Mine! Mine!

The cargo is stabilizing.

I've got it!

Lieutenant, help me!

We have to get him

to the Chinook.

Sanchez, you take it.

Alpha 1, all set.

All personnel aboard.

Alpha 2, give us cover.

We're rising.

Let's go, gentlemen!

- It's a car bomb!

- Jaramillo, don't ram it!

Aguilar, hit the pick-up!

Damn it!

They're trapped.

They're trapped. Luis!

They're trapped!

Sergeant.

Ledesma, do you copy?

Listen, the legionnaires

are trapped.

We have to go back

for them.

Sh*t.

What do we do?

We have to dump the MEDEVAC.

They're carrying the wounded,

it has to be us.

Are you sure, sir?

Completely.

Prepare hooks.

Preparing hooks.

Hook prepared.

Ready to cut.

Stop, stop, stop!

Ogre 3 to Alpha1, do you copy?

God bless your eyes, Major.

Copy that, over.

You almost missed the party, Ogre 3.

Did you bring gifts?

Affirmative. Refueled and reloaded.

Can you mark the target?

Target marked by laser

from Romeo Golf. Positive ID.

Ready to fire.

Come on, go, go, go.

Come on, let's move our asses!

Good work, everyone.

Bravo!

Jose!

Yes, sir!

When we reach the base,

the beers are on me!

Are you a Real Madrid fan

like your dad?

To the death!

Then you can forget it,

Lieutenant!

Let me see...

All good, Abda.

I'll tell you something.

You're a bunch of f***ing lunatics.

I'll never ride with you again.

DEDICATED TO THE MEMBERS

OF THE ARMED FORCES

KILLED ON INTERNATIONAL MISSIONS.

BETWEEN 2002 AND 2005 100 SPANISH SOLDIERS

DIED IN AFGHANISTAN.

THANK YOU:

TO THE SPANISH ARMY,

THE ARMY'S AIR FORCES (FAMET)

AND BRIGADE "REY ALFONSO XIII"

OF THE SPANISH LEGION

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