633 Squadron Page #3

a dozen times.

We have to send in more

men, trained or not.

Could we have more time?

There is no more time.

M-Day stands.

In that case,

we will do the best we can.

Well, Grant?

I didn't say anything, sir.

No, but I could

hear you thinking.

Under the new circumstances,

are you willing to go in?

Are you asking me to volunteer?

No, damn it, I'm not.

I'm giving you an order.

In that case, I volunteer.

How'd we do?

Perfect. Wish it'd been

the Germans down there.

Try and match that.

Speed... 295, dead on.

Altitude... 200 feet,

and keep it low.

Peel off in this order...

Scott...

Gillibrand...

Singh.

I don't know why

you ever left that coal mine.

That's what I could do with

right now...

a nice, deep, cozy coal mine.

If I make a mess of this...

you'll be deeper

than any coal mine.

Scott, peel!

Gillibrand, peel!

Stand by, Singh. Peel!

Now!

You fool!

You bloody Australian fool!

I'm getting married.

Try and remember that.

How could I forget it?

I was figuring on

getting the widow.

I love your raw colonial humor.

Bloody aborigine!

Too close, Gillibrand.

Pull up sooner.

OK, Skipper!

Do you think

they'll ever get it?

Give them a week.

They'll get it.

Look!

This way!

- Thanks.

- What?

- You saved my neck.

- Why shouldn't I?

You're damn lucky

they didn't get you.

Look out!

Listen, there I was...

with this Messerschmitt

coming in at twelve o'clock.

I was out of ammunition.

What did you do then?

I opened the escape hatch,

reached up...

grabbed him by the tail

and pulled him down.

Now there's

a really beautiful sight.

Haven't you seen a pair of legs

before, you big ape?

Not like yours, sweetheart.

What's the matter with you,

Aussie?

Don't they let you see girls

till you're over 40?

They don't have girls

Down Under.

Down under what?

- Here comes Rosie!

- Stand back, lads!

Stop it. Come on.

- Come here!

- Let her go.

I'll ask you

to step aside, sir.

I'll step aside,

if you step outside with me.

Don't listen to him.

We'll live in Australia

and raise kangaroos.

- Marry me.

- Belt him one.

You wouldn't hit a lad

with one hand?

Depends what he's doing with it.

Break it up, boys.

I will see you through.

A gentleman at last.

Here we are.

Keep you hale and hearty

till you're ninety.

That's our aim, Rosie.

Hale and hearty

till we're ninety.

What do you suppose

those special bombs are for?

Not what, who.

I got it straight

from the Adjutant's WAAF.

They're for the paper-hanger.

Berchtesgarten?

Wow!

One of these bullets

clipped me right on the hand.

This medic came up and said...

"Shall I take you

to the infirmary, sir?"

I said, "No, but drop this

off at the garage."

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