Attack On The Iron Coast Page #5

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It's part of the risk.

It's the price you pay for success.

Major Wilson knows this.

And he has my support.

Thank you, Commander.

Any comment, Captain?

I strongly advise a postponement

of two or three months

until Commander Kimberly

is fit for duty. Then we can-

Postponement is out of the question.

We've got to move within six days

or not at all.

The tide and moon are right.

Weather predictions are good.

Also, there's a strong rumor that

the Ostwind has suffered heavy damage

and will put in at Le Clair.

If we destroy the docks,

one of Germany's largest battleships

will be helpless.

An open target.

Did you hear that rumor, Freddie?

No, but that doesn't mean it's not true.

Yes.

Yes, I suppose so.

I want this operation.

I want it badly.

But without the commander-

There is an officer, sir.

One of the best I've served under.

Would you accept going in

without a senior naval officer?

Admiral, I won't accept it!

The Major can go in with his own men,

but I'm damned if he'll command mine!

Captain, I want this operation.

Have you established rendezvous?

Yes, sir.

Our ETD is 1700 hours Portsmouth.

On Wednesday.

Very good.

I think that's all, Michael, isn't it?

I think so, sir.

The party's yours, Captain.

Good luck.

Is that an order, sir?

That's an order.

Say when.

When.

I'd never have done it without your help.

I sure thank you, Don.

No need to thank me, Jamie.

Well, they've given you the green light,

but God knows what

you're letting yourself in for.

I hope you meant what you said.

Yes, I meant it.

Jamie, I'm sorry about Franklin,

but there was no other way.

All I want is for him to do his job.

He'll do it.

When did he last see action?

A man like him

never loses his sea legs.

I hope to God you're right.

You'll get well again.

All in good time.

Who knows?

Maybe they've given me a break.

Be lucky, Jamie.

Yes. Thank you.

- Port ten.

- Port ten, sir.

Ten degrees, port wheel on, sir.

- Midships.

- Midships, sir.

- Steady as she goes.

- Aye-aye, sir.

Captain, if it's a few more

revolutions you're wanting-

Skipper, she's doing just fine.

Bless her old heart.

It's just like a mill pond out there.

The weather boys' predictions

were right on the nose.

Well, there'll be

no seasickness on this trip.

Don't be so optimistic, Major.

A steady swell,

cramped conditions below,

and the thought of the job ahead-

some of your men

are bound to throw up.

And it won't be any better

on those launches either.

No. Not if we have to crawl along

at this speed.

Major, we are not crawling.

Our speed's governed

by the load in the bows

and the launches' ability

to keep station with us.

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