Age of Heroes

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France. May, 1940.

Come on.

Come on.

We're ok, we're ok. Get down, get down.

Shit.

Where the hell is he?

Shut up!.

Get down.

Come on.

Ok, watch out your rocks.

Fucking oh fucking, We are fucking finished.

Together. We're ok.

Come on, Reines.

Come on, Reines.

Is he?

Sssh. Quiet. Quiet.

What we do, Smithy?

Watch the rocks.

Easy.

Come on, get up.

I'm coming!

Cover me.

oh God, Christ!

You're all right mate.

Here they come.

Cover us.

- We gotta go mate.

- Shut up, allright. Shut your mouth!

Watch, I'm on it.

- Here they come.

- Send him in.

At 11:
00 o'clock.

Grenade! get down!

Come on, now. Come on. Just goooo...!!

Come on, get moving.

Come on in silence.

We lost. We fucking lost mate.

We're fuckin dead mate.

Shut up.

Get your rifle up. Get your rifle up!

Alright... Listen, we have

back 10 miles to get to the coast.

We'll got a boat that can ship us back.

Gotta keep our head boys,

don't lose it now

We've come too far.

Stay alert.

We stay sharp.

We're gonna get through this.

- Alright?

- Alright.

i'll gonna take point now, we just have

to do what we know.

Look at me. Look at me!

We'll be in the pub tomorrow

night having a bloody beer, right?

What the people of yours?

If they had better come with me.

Let's go.

Hold!

Advance man and be recognized!

- Easy... easy, boy.

- Don't shoot.

- We're British. - Oh bloody hell,

we're glad to see you long.

- Anybody got smoke?

- Identify yourself.

Corporal Reines.

Don't get old slack with me.

Unit.

2 Platoon. B Company,

West Kent, sir.

Where is your platoon commander?

Dead, sir.

- Platoon sergeant?

- Dead.

Now you got any food?

my men have not eat for some days.

No, but I have other job for you, right?

Report to the company Sergeant-Major.

We're digging in.

Maybe ambush these bastards.

Ambush?

Do you know what's coming?

Don't you dare to question me, Corporal.

- Is this the way off Dunkirk?

- No, you're digging in.

I have orders to hold line,

and we will hold the bloody line.

Orders are orders sir.

And I was given orders.

And I'm giving you an order.

What sort of soldier are you?

I wish you luck and all dare.

But we're going to Dunkirk.

Those were the last orders

given us by our sergeant.

Or you stay right here and you will

fight or I have you arrested.

We're done fighting for the time being, sir.

Let's go, boys.

- Sgt.

- Corporal!

- Calm down.

- What are you doing?

- Put it down.

- We are on the same side.

Easy boy

Come on.

Live to fight another day.

You ain't gonna stop these bastards now.

- You stay here and we're gonna make it,

believe me. - You're deserters, don't you?

Bloody cowards... I should

have you shot.

Arrest these men.

- Thank you.

- Come on, Sophie.

The Major:
what he's like?

Typical royal marine.

Rough, tough and quite handsome, actually.

A quite the unconventional

officer, actually.

Some say he is

Lucky to be still Major.

But I was investigating and

father has a great story.

He fought all over the

world, including the Poland.

It has been part of special ops

since 1939.

Good morning, ladies.

Many stories to tell.

Sounds familiar?

- Sophie.

- Yes?

- Have you ever loved?

- What it does that mean?

Major.

Come in.

Ah, Splendid, Jack. What's up to you?

Steiner.

Thank you Lindsey.

- I guess both you been introduced.

- No.

- Quit that manner.

- Sorry.

Mayor Jones, this is

Lieutenant Mortensen.

And of course, we both know

Holbrook. Please take a sit.

Thank you.

Yanks! I thought you had

lost interest in this war.

In fact, I'm not. I moved to

Boston when I was 14 years old.

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