Attack On The Iron Coast Page #3

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To the Admiral.

He's on his way.

Good, but before he gets here,

let's get a few things straight.

It's the La Plage raid,

that's what's burning inside you.

You and your staff room heroes

should've called the whole thing off.

The conditions were wrong,

but you let us go in anyway.

And when we lost

how many men, Captain?

You quote the figure often enough-

Your own son among them.

You couldn't accept it, could you?

You needed an out.

Did I?

Yes. Yes, and I was it.

Suddenly, it was my raid.

Suddenly I was the-the pied piper.

But you know better than that,

don't you?

You know that I didn't kill those men,

that I didn't kill your son

any more than you did.

Jamie, for God's sake.

At least he's got a reason

to scrub this operation.

What's yours, my friend?

Look, Jamie, for the last time-

Now, now, Don, let him rave on.

I never charged him with killing anyone.

He's charging himself for that.

And that's why he wants this operation.

He wants to wash

the blood off his hands.

Well, he's not going to use me for it.

And you're not gonna stop me!

Jamie, what are you-

Nor your cabin boy!

Ship's company.

Attention!

Morning.

- Everything in order?

- I think so, sir.

Not for me it isn't, sir.

This-well, whatever it is-

is absolutely impossible.

I just don't understand

this kind of cooperation.

It seems to be solid enough.

It's not ideal, but it's a sturdy little ship.

Aye. Sturdy she is, sir.

Sturdy as a-

As a cattle boat.

Major, I hope you didn't expect

something just off the slips.

I didn't expect something

off the junk pile either, sir.

I was promised a destroyer,

two escorts, and torpedo boats.

What I got hardly fit the description.

We made no promises, sir.

We said we'd try.

I appreciate your difficulties, Captain.

In the circumstances,

I think you've done very well.

A damn sight better than I have.

The RAF still won't give me

a firm commitment for the air strike.

Combined operations.

Good God, sir, how can you expect-

I expect this operation will go forward

whether conditions are ideal or not.

Unless you, as officer in charge

of the military assault, ask to scrub it.

We're going across.

Now hear this.

No smoking, and all naked lights

to be extinguished until further orders.

Now hear this.

No smoking, and all naked lights

to be extinguished until further orders.

Go!

Move!

Faster, men, faster! Move!

Fast, fast!

Go, go, fast!

No, no, no.

Keep going!

Don't wait for him.

That's his problem.

You're under heavy fire!

Come on, get up, get up!

Faster!

Come on, get on your feet!

Get moving in there!

Move, move, move!

Now hear this!

The next troop will be landing

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