Raid on Rommel Page #3

Do you propose to raid Tobruk with

a hospital unit and 4 sick commandos?

No, I'm going to blow up their guns.

The device involved

could be carried in your medical kit.

But the delivery requires men.

The truth is it's a suicide mission!

No. The Navy picks us up.

I've no more desire to die than you.

What about them?

They remain here.

- Alive.

Here comes our supply drop!

Look sharp, lads! On the double!

Cut those supplies loose

and bury the chutes. Hurry it up!

Here's some more, fellows!

Get moving! Get over here!

Get a move on now,

we haven't got all blooming night!

Get them in, cowboys!

I give you my word, alright?

What about the girl?

- She stays with us.

She's an integral part of the convoy.

On the official bill of lading.

She's yours, Doctor. All yours.

- Mine?

I don't care if you cut out her

tongue. She's your responsibility.

But the prisoners live.

- Alright. Deal.

Right lads. Over the side.

You grip the rope with the right hand

and pay it out with the left.

Hold it tight but let it out slowly.

Easy does it. Pay attention,

your life depends on it.

You're not rolling pills now.

We'll teach you how to be Commandos.

Careful.

One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight, nine...

Listen carefully. This weapon can

hurt you as much as the enemy.

This cylinder contains Napalm,

the other contains compressed air.

You release it by pulling this valve.

The air comes up here.

You pull the trigger. And here

is a thing called an "increment. "

This thing spins around and

operates like a cigarette lighter.

Don't get forward!

Never get in front of the machine!

Hold it up away from you. Put your

finger on the trigger. And press!

I'd hate to lead them into

a real brannigan at this point.

But they're better than I expected

and, well, we'll play it by ear.

Silence. Quiet.

Quiet. Silence. You know silence?

- Silence.

What about that girl?

- She's going to be difficult.

She's unpredictable, sir.

- He's right.

We'll run into Nazis in 100 miles. If

she blows the whistle, we've had it.

There must be something we can do.

Pity you're not helpful. - Pardon?

- Eating out of your hand in no time.

Doc, you're supposed to know

about women. - Not this kind.

I can picture your patients

in Harley Street very clearly.

An emotional appeal doesn't work. I

dare say she has a price. - No doubt.

I gave in on the prisoners.

I hope we don't have to pay for that.

As far as the girl goes...

- Let me try again.

There's very little time.

- There's no time, Captain.

For God's sake... Hold it!

Alright, get out!

Two full Panzer divisions.

What the devil are they doing here?

Never mind. My men are ready.

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