Battle of Britain Page #2

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we're going to gamble...

on Herr Hitler's guarantees,

you're making a grave mistake.

All those years in England seem

to have left you none the wiser.

We're not easily frightened.

Also, we know how hard it is for

an army to cross the channel.

The last little corporal

to try it came a cropper.

So don't threaten

or dictate to us...

until you're

marching up Whitehall!

And even then we won't listen.

Heil Hitler.

It's unforgivable.

I lost my temper.

The maddening thing

is that he's right.

We're not ready.

We're on our own.

We've been playing for time.

And it's running out.

Silly b*tch!

He's calling you

names again, Harold.

I spent half a week settling her

and the kids in the country...

and now,

"I'm bored," she says!

One of your elite

trying to land without wheels.

Boomps-a-daisy.

It's enough to make you weep.

And welcome home, sir.

Undercarriage lever

a bit sticky, was it, sir?

Yes, as a matter of fact,

it was.

Well, I wouldn't tell the C.O.

That, sir, not if I were you.

You can teach...

monkeys to fly

better than that!

I'm terribly sorry

about that, sir.

- It won't happen again.

- Keep your jacket on, boy.

How many hours have you done

in spits, Simon?

On spits, sir? 101/2.

We'll make it eleven before

Jerry has you for breakfast.

Spring chicken to shite hawk

in one easy lesson.

Attack, attack, attack...

This is Rabbit Leader.

Are you receiving me?

Hello, Rabbit Leader.

Red-3 on 3.

Receiving you loud and clear.

Right. I'll try

and get on your tail...

and I want you to take

evasive action. Understood?

Hello, Rabbit Leader.

Red-3 on 3. Understood.

Attack, attack, attack,

attack, attack, attack...

Hello, Rabbit Leader.

I thought you might

come in from the sun.

Don't think. Don't just glance.

Look! Search for the bastards!

And never fly in a straight

line, or you're a dead duck.

- Sir.

- Now, let's try it again.

Or, in other words,

beware of the Hun in the sun...

who, for reasons best

known to himself...

has confined his recent attacks

to our channel convoys.

However,

this won't last forever.

But it has given us a chance

to pull ourselves together...

and to train people like you.

As fighter controllers, you'll

be joining an organization...

which, thank the good Lord...

was not rushed up

hastily yesterday.

It'll be a pain in the neck

to the enemy when he comes.

It's the joker up our sleeves.

Now, the R.A.F. Chain

shows us where they are.

The information

is passed to group...

group scrambles

the necessary squadrons...

and you, at sector level...

guide our chaps

to the interception.

It's been tried and tested.

It works.

So don't blame the system

if you're no good.

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