Dag II

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...to specialists like Yunus Emre Uar

as well as...

...the Turkish Armed Forces and all of

its selfless soldiers.

This is Black Sheep 44- 1 Niner.

Bandits marked. Reference south.

Black Sheep 2, angels 15. Alpha Check.

Affirm. Estimated mark 4 miles.

Everybody out of burners.

Mark clear.

Permission to splash target.

Break break, Black Sheep 44- 1,

This is Turkish AWACS Gney.

NATO friendlies in sector.

Break break, Black Sheep 44- 1,

This is Turkish AWACS Gney.

NATO friendlies in sector.

Stand by 2. Come in, Gney.

Operation near the mountain. OPSEC

may be compromised. Please comply.

THE MOUNTAIN II:

As a part of the kuffar

coalition...

...having interviewed civilians...

...and filmed idolaters...

...I

I regret...

I regret Nothing!

I REGRET NOTHING!

The world must know these animals- -

Keep filming.

Do it!

Do it you scum! Do it!

Think I'll give you my fear?

Do it!

The wind...

...is intensity 2, from 3 oclock.

Distance 800 meters.

A taut bow is pulled...

To unleash the arrow.

Ms. Balaban?

Ms. Balaban, are you alright?

Are you hurt anywhere?

- What?

- Are you hurt?

No.

Please come with us.

Were here for you.

Sir, we need to head to the village.

We're too exposed.

Mustafa, give me time.

Five minutes tops, sir.

Eref, buy us time.

Drop anyone armed in the alleys.

Earman in the alleys.

- Who are you?

- Special Forces, maam.

Combat search and rescue.

Ouz, Bekir.

Find Ceyda's civilian outfit.

Baybars, gather mags.

Were leaving.

Where?

Home, Ms. Balaban.

Were going home.

Here we go again, into the sh*t- -

Join me only if you want it.

Ill never be accepted.

My leg aches even when jacking off.

Do you want it or not?

Jacking off?

Bekir...

Cmon drink. Less

talk more sips.

Whatever happened to that girl?

You know, the one you told me about

at the relay station?

Oh man, still remember that...

She got married two months ago.

We never had a girl whose voice

rang like toasted glass.

Youre drunk again.

You know what? We never really

forget someone.

We carry lost ones behind our backs like

sacks of memories.

Were like porters, man.

We pray, we cuss, we endure.

But those memories prowl in

our heads like foxes.

The dead and lost loves are the same.

We only reminisce about them.

Sometimes I see Captain

Yaar in my dreams,

His final glance at me.

Worry in his eyes.

Not for himself, you know?

But afraid for me instead.

What would he have said ?

If he knew we were signing up for

Special Forces trials...

...first he would lovingly

pat our backs.

Then hed tell a dirty joke.

After that he would probably

cuss us out.

Probably.

Ouz.

Were alive cos of Sergeant Kemal

and him. We need to be worthy.

Otherwise were trash.

To the unforgotten.

Arif, what do you see?

Iraq, sir...

The land of betrayal and enmity.

Were 24 km southeast of the mountain.

They will be here soon.

Ammo status?

We gathered what we could but they

are all AK rounds sir.

These men were reinforcements.

Real assault troops are south.

We need to reach the

landing zone quickly.

- Bekir?

- Yes, sir.

Get an AK, we can booby trap it.

Why just me?

Why?

My team was also there.

Why just me?

My cameraman Phillip,

producer Nechirwan could...

...have been here with us, alive.

Because they werent Turks...

thats why you did nothing.

It is not that simple Ms. Balaban.

Ceyda will do. No need for Ms.

Dont worry, I wont keep reminding

you of your racist preferences.

Remind us if you like.

I cant endanger the lives of my men

for those who arent Turkish citizens.

- Do you know who I am- -

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