Dark Blue World Page #4

And its water is...

I've just cut you, Sir, because you wouldn't stop singing.

I am afraid you'll have to choose.

Either you sing or I shave you. You can't have it both ways, Sir.

Thank you.

What is your name?

Jane.

Will you be so kind to show me which way is the officer's mess?

You're not serious. On standby, you can't leave here?

Your tea is well.

Good.

My English is good?

The tea is good... not well.

Of course, again wrong.

I need... I need teacher.

Blue section, scramble!

That's us you idiots!

Finally!

I did try to tell you Sir.

Spearhead Blue Leader, come in please!

Spearhead Blue, receiving you loud and clear, over.

Blue section ready for take off, over.

Permission to take-off granted.

Spearhead Blue Leader.

Plot course one-seven-zero for North Weald,

and climb to twelve thousand feet, over.

Blue Leader Roger.

Sperhead Blue Leader. Do you see them?

Not yet Sir.

What's your height?

Twelve thousand.

They should be under you at 11 or 12 o'clock.

I can't see anything, Sir.

Change your direction. Steer one-eight-zero.

Roger, steering one-eight-zero.

Show yourselves, bastards!

I don't understand! Speak English!

Sorry, Sir.

There they are! Two o'clock low!

We have them.

Nine Heinkels. At Angels eight.

Blue Leader! Watch out!

Escort above you. At two o'clock.

Oh sh*t!

Repeat please. I don't understand!.

Boys, don't jump the gun.

Fire only when they're squarely in your sights.

Hang on a couple of minutes. Spearhead Blue Leader.

I am sending you some help.

Sh*t!

Boys! Messerschmitts! A whole swarm of them!

Tom Tom, on your tail!

I can see him.

But he's glued to my arse.

Boys, you noticed, I don't stutter when I'm sh*t-scared?

Tom Tom can't bail out!

This is Rainbow, calling Spearhead.

Good work boys, we're above you.

We'll take on those Jerries. Go home and refuel.

Sperhead Blue, head for home.

- N2, Roger - N3, Roger.

Move yourself, bastard!

N2! Dive to sea level!

I can't hear you.

Dive to sea level.

Too little fuel to follow you!

Flying officer Slama reporting. On our side one plane lost.

Two planes.

We were ambushed by Messerschmitts, Sir.

They took you by surprise, eh? The Messerschmitts...

Completely Sir.

This is an air war, Flying Officer.

What exactly did you expect to find up there?

Flies? Pilot!

What's your plane doing on my grass?

My controls... Sir.

I'm not interested in your controls, young man. This is England.

Keep off the grass.

What?

Bedrich, we're not fighting anymore, it's beddy-byes now.

The Germans are also beddy-byes, they've stopped firing.

Even Hitler is beddy-byes with Eva Braun.

Lying on your heart is no good, it can give you nightmares.

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