The Water Diviner Page #4

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Tucker, escort Mr Connor

back to his boat.

Your sons.

- Sir, dinner.

- Come in, Dawson.

Wrap your laughin' gear

around that, sir.

Yum-yum, pig's bum, eh?

- Sir.

- Hm.

Something you might want to see.

Damn.

Want me to arrest him, sir?

And then what?

Take some food down to him.

And a blanket.

- Not swimming?

- No.

What are you doing

with your farmer?

There's a supply ship back

to Constantinople in two days.

Maybe we could help him

until then.

You know what the chances

of finding his boys are.

We have the day they were killed.

I know the area.

Yeah, we both know it,

but why change everything

for one father

who can't say put?

Because he's the only father

who came looking.

Sergeant!

Change of plan.

Who's the Turk?

Hasan the assassin.

Saw us land, saw us off.

That dog wiped out

half my battalion.

He would've killed your boys.

We're all best friends now.

I get to serve him breakfast

every morning.

Don't worry, Mr Connor.

Abdul's, not ours.

This was our front line here.

You were there. Machine gun

here, machine gun here.

And one more there.

We could see you.

So many blue eyes.

MashaAllah.

It is very lucky in Turkey

to have blue eyes.

Everywhere, except here.

Listen up, boys!

Listen up!

We got to move up

that left flank!

Keep your heads low,

push forward! Now!

Stick up the nose

of these jokers!

We're gonna take

the trench tonight!

They're throwing rocks, boys!

They're out of ammo!

Let's get into the bastards!

All as one!

Let's do it.

Let's do it, come on!

You came in from two sides,

here and here.

We built a roof to protect us

from shell fire.

Instead we made a trap

for ourselves.

Inside it was bayonets,

knives, hands, teeth.

It was so dark and close,

we did not see

who it was we struck.

Three days.

We only stopped because we could

not climb over the bodies.

As long as Allah

make me breathe,

let me see nothing

like these days again.

- Are you alright, Artie?

- Bugger off, you two!

Leave me!

Yeah, righto, mate!

Whatever you reckon!

Leave me!

No!

No!

They're right here.

Sir.

It's your son. Edward.

No, I wouldn't.

The bastards executed him.

He gave the order

not to take prisoners.

He killed the sick,

he shot the wounded.

One shot through the head,

that's how they did it.

Especially him.

He killed your son.

He gave them no chance,

that's what he did.

Stop him!

I said stop him!

- Steady on, Sergeant.

- You killed my sons!

You sent them, Mr Connor.

You invaded us.

Take him away.

Put him under guard.

I'm most terribly sorry.

He has two more sons.

We should keep looking.

War's over, Sergeant.

- We found Henry.

- Lying beside him.

How on God's earth

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