Only Old Men Are Going to Battle Page #3

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be left without a horse.

Lieutenant, no smoking

around the plane.

But I'm not inhaling.

No matter, step aside, please.

What? You don't like me?

- Why are you staring at me?

- You're my fifth one.

Well, get ready to form

a winged line...

we'll see how you sing in the air.

Who's the bravest?

Everybody is brave, but the most

experienced... Allow takeoff?

Comrade Commander, a flare.

On the bridgehead across the Dnieper

the Germans are attacking our troops.

The reinforcements

are being sent there.

The enemy airplanes

are rushing to the crossing.

About 50 Junkerses are approaching.

Not one bomb

should fall on the crossing.

We're going by shelves.

Solomatin will cover.

As usual.

- Titarenko among the attackers.

- Yes.

Kolosov, I'm going with you.

No talking on the approach, not a word.

Didn't I tell you?

It goes for you, too.

No jokes.

- Got you.

- It's his nerves.

We fly in 12 minutes.

No rookies today.

Only old men are going to battle.

- What about us?

- Take us too.

- We won't let you down.

- What's your hurry?

You'll have your share of battle.

Missed. And I'm going to hit...

Thanks, do your job.

You got it.

Do you have nothing else to do?

Fighters!

Study the map of the battle area,

as those men do.

B-5.

You've sunk it.

Attention! At ease.

You've got it coming!..

- How's the machine?

- What's wrong with the gun?

It was in order.

- Comrade Commander...

- Later!

Why did you leave the battle?

Got jammed again?

Yes, jammed again.

Send me to the tribunal, Commander.

Alyosha, the gun's all right.

You just shot it empty.

All right.

All right, Makarych.

What? Did you get it hot?

Worse.

Haven't you had your supper?

Why did you go wild? The harder

you train, the better you'll fight.

Some maestro, my ass.

Calm down. From the start, and...

He's such a great dog!

When Germans came to the village,

they shot all dogs.

But Lyuba hid this one so well!

He doesn't know how to bark.

Good evening to your hearth.

Got enough potatoes?

Sit down.

What's the name of that wolfhound?

Just like yours.

Alyoshka?

Oh, you!

Put out the fire!

- You've been relieved, soldier?

- Yes.

Take the kids to the mess.

They should be fed.

Yes! Come on, guys.

Shall we uncork it?

we'll do without warming up.

I see. We're in

for a serious talk.

What's the matter with you, Seryoga?

You're a fighter pilot.

I know everything you're going to say.

There's no more fighter pilot, Lyosha.

That's it.

- I'm a coward, Commander.

- Seryoga.

Shut up, Lyosha. Shut up.

I'm broken.

Remember Poneri?

Blabbers, used to say,

that the German is a coward,

that he's afraid of frontal attack,

that he's sure to swerve.

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