Raid on Rommel Page #2

A long way through enemy territory.

But with wheels and guns

and fuel and a little luck...

Who knows? One further question:

Where is the medical kit kept?

I know the truck it's on.

But why, sir?

We need weapons

in order to acquire better weapons.

I'll see to it, sir.

- Good, good.

I accept that you are dedicated,

Captain. You will do what you must.

But without me or any of my men

that don't want to be involved.

Sir, I'm a Quaker. I'm in the Medical

Corps as a conscientious objector.

I cannot help you in a mission

where I would have to kill someone.

Sergeant...

The next morning, the Hitler Youth

marched at the Berlin Stadium.

In spite of rain and fog,

Everything you are,

you are through me.

And everything that I am,

I am through you.

And because the German nation's

master race

in its pride and confidence,

bravely and daringly

demands leadership,

the people

in ever-growing numbers

pledge allegiance to our leadership.

Sieg Heil!

Isn't that a Luger?

- No, it's a Walther. Automatic.

Beautiful.

Really something, eh lads?

What are you doing in the box?

What are you doing back there?

My arm hurts bad.

Very badly. I need medicine.

OK, take the medicine.

ETHER:

The people of Germany

rejoice in the knowledge

that the eternal need to flee

has been replaced by

an eternal sense of belonging!

Any of you chaps got the right time?

I make it nearly 5 o'clock.

How about a tea break, for instance?

- Or a beer break? - Is that a Rolex?

Yes. English. Rolex.

- Rolex?

Rolex is not English.

It's a Swiss watch. - Yes.

How much? - Maybe I'll make a deal

with you if you play your cards right.

It's a Swiss watch. - That's right.

- How much do you want for it?

How much?

Spread out!

Stay there!

Foster, you goddamn boy scout!

My God, help!

Too bad about the radio, sir. - Yes.

Make up a burial detail

and post a guard over the prisoners.

Do you know of the Geneva Convention

concerning treatment of prisoners?

There's more to the Africa Corps

than uniform, much more.

You all will be shot as spies!

I wish I could shoot you myself!

You won't be buried, Superman.

We'll leave you for the vultures.

The burned-out truck is hopeless.

The others are ready to roll.

Feed the men.

- The Germans too, sir? - Yes.

I haven't found any papers, sir.

- I've got them. - Are they in order?

Official passage for British prisoners

with Africa Corps escort to Tobruk.

MacKenzie...

- Sir?

We're a long way from our lines.

Let's get going. Now.

There's been a change of plan.

- Change of plan?

The radio has been blown to bits

so we stick to our original operation.

The next step is an airdrop

of weapons and explosive devices.

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