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PLANE ENGINES | 0:00:07 | 0:00:09 | |
GUNFIRE | 0:00:12 | 0:00:13 | |
Saffa, this is Gannick Red 2. | 0:00:19 | 0:00:21 | |
Are you receiving? | 0:00:21 | 0:00:23 | |
RADIO STATIC | 0:00:23 | 0:00:26 | |
Saffa, this is Gannick Red 2. Are you receiving? | 0:00:26 | 0:00:29 | |
RADIO STATIC | 0:00:29 | 0:00:31 | |
Saffa, this is Gannick Red 2, are you receiving me? | 0:00:32 | 0:00:39 | |
Shit. Christ. | 0:00:42 | 0:00:45 | |
Saffa, this is Gannick Red 2. | 0:00:48 | 0:00:50 | |
RADIO STATIC | 0:00:50 | 0:00:53 | |
GARBLED GERMAN SPEECH | 0:00:53 | 0:00:57 | |
GUNFIRE | 0:01:02 | 0:01:04 | |
People say to me, you know, "How do you remember these things?" | 0:01:15 | 0:01:20 | |
How do you expect me to forget? | 0:01:20 | 0:01:22 | |
You don't, can't. | 0:01:22 | 0:01:25 | |
And I remember it vividly, you know. | 0:01:25 | 0:01:27 | |
It's not just a question of remembering - you can see it, | 0:01:27 | 0:01:31 | |
see things, see people, see aeroplanes. | 0:01:31 | 0:01:34 | |
The experiences of being a Spitfire fighter pilot | 0:01:35 | 0:01:39 | |
in the Battle of Britain stay with you forever. | 0:01:39 | 0:01:43 | |
And you can't do anything about it. | 0:01:43 | 0:01:47 | |
PLANE ENGINE | 0:02:24 | 0:02:27 | |
See your pass, please? | 0:02:29 | 0:02:30 | |
This is it, sir. | 0:02:48 | 0:02:50 | |
Enter. | 0:03:08 | 0:03:09 | |
No time to stand on ceremony. Wellum? | 0:03:17 | 0:03:20 | |
Straight from training? | 0:03:20 | 0:03:22 | |
Yes. And I didn't quite finish that. | 0:03:22 | 0:03:25 | |
How old are you, exactly? | 0:03:26 | 0:03:28 | |
Almost 19. | 0:03:28 | 0:03:30 | |
I said exactly. | 0:03:30 | 0:03:32 | |
-18 years, 9 months. -Jesus. | 0:03:32 | 0:03:34 | |
What's your Christian name? | 0:03:37 | 0:03:40 | |
Geoffrey. | 0:03:40 | 0:03:41 | |
But everyone calls me Geoff. | 0:03:43 | 0:03:45 | |
Do they indeed? | 0:03:47 | 0:03:50 | |
My name's Mac. | 0:03:50 | 0:03:51 | |
I'm a doddery old sod from the first war. | 0:03:58 | 0:04:01 | |
Pray that this one doesn't last as long, eh? | 0:04:01 | 0:04:04 | |
Bet you haven't done any time in Spits either, have you? | 0:04:08 | 0:04:11 | |
No, sir. | 0:04:12 | 0:04:13 | |
PLANE ENGINES OVERHEAD | 0:04:18 | 0:04:20 | |
Who the bloody hell are you? | 0:04:30 | 0:04:31 | |
-Wellum, sir. -Mac told me your name was Geoff. | 0:04:32 | 0:04:36 | |
-Oh. -Said you looked a right cheeky bugger. | 0:04:36 | 0:04:40 | |
I think you should be called Boy. | 0:04:40 | 0:04:42 | |
What do you reckon, Tommy? | 0:04:42 | 0:04:44 | |
TOMMY SNIGGERS | 0:04:44 | 0:04:46 | |
Brian Kingcome, commanding officer...acting. | 0:04:46 | 0:04:51 | |
What time is it? | 0:04:51 | 0:04:54 | |
It's that time again, Brian. | 0:04:54 | 0:04:56 | |
Tempus fugit, Boy. | 0:04:57 | 0:04:59 | |
If you start feeling sorry for yourself, he'll sling you straight on the scrapheap. | 0:05:03 | 0:05:08 | |
We're off to the pub. | 0:05:08 | 0:05:10 | |
Coming? | 0:05:10 | 0:05:12 | |
GENERAL CHATTER | 0:05:28 | 0:05:30 | |
I wouldn't do that if I were you. | 0:06:01 | 0:06:03 | |
Only those who've seen the whites of the enemy's eyes are allowed to sign up. | 0:06:04 | 0:06:09 | |
But once you're signed up, you're up. | 0:06:09 | 0:06:12 | |
Nobody gets rubbed out here. | 0:06:12 | 0:06:14 | |
-There you go. -What is it? | 0:06:16 | 0:06:19 | |
Pilot's one true friend. | 0:06:19 | 0:06:21 | |
Bottoms up. | 0:06:21 | 0:06:23 | |
Bloody hell! | 0:06:28 | 0:06:30 | |
BOTH LAUGH | 0:06:30 | 0:06:32 | |
Oh, dear. I do fear you're going to need another. | 0:06:38 | 0:06:41 | |
Medicine too strong for you? | 0:06:52 | 0:06:54 | |
GEOFF RETCHES | 0:06:54 | 0:06:56 | |
Sorry, sir. | 0:06:56 | 0:06:57 | |
You'll call me Brian. I'm not your bloody father. | 0:06:59 | 0:07:02 | |
Yes, sir...Brian. | 0:07:02 | 0:07:05 | |
Come back in for more? | 0:07:05 | 0:07:08 | |
The hair of the dog. Best thing for it. | 0:07:10 | 0:07:12 | |
HE RETCHES | 0:07:12 | 0:07:14 | |
Suit yourself. | 0:07:16 | 0:07:19 | |
But know this, Boy - I haven't the time to train you up on Spits. | 0:07:19 | 0:07:22 | |
You can have a go tomorrow but God help you if you break the bloody thing. | 0:07:22 | 0:07:27 | |
HE RETCHES | 0:07:27 | 0:07:29 | |
Another bleedin' boy wonder. | 0:07:50 | 0:07:52 | |
Morning, sir. Nice day for it. | 0:07:54 | 0:07:56 | |
She's all warmed up for you, sir. | 0:08:03 | 0:08:06 | |
Let's get you sorted out, sir. | 0:08:06 | 0:08:07 | |
There you are, sir. | 0:08:16 | 0:08:18 | |
I've done my homework. | 0:08:35 | 0:08:37 | |
That's good, sir. | 0:08:37 | 0:08:39 | |
Don't worry, sir. You won't be flying her. | 0:08:52 | 0:08:54 | |
No, she'll be flying you. | 0:08:54 | 0:08:56 | |
Excuse me, just one thing. How do you start it again? | 0:09:01 | 0:09:06 | |
Throttle. | 0:09:12 | 0:09:14 | |
Set it to about there to start. | 0:09:14 | 0:09:16 | |
Once you're up, nip her up on the friction, otherwise you'll fly along like a hobby horse. | 0:09:16 | 0:09:21 | |
Engine start. | 0:09:21 | 0:09:23 | |
Hit it the same time as the booster call. | 0:09:23 | 0:09:25 | |
I use these two fingers. | 0:09:25 | 0:09:27 | |
V for victory. | 0:09:27 | 0:09:29 | |
Primer pump. | 0:09:29 | 0:09:31 | |
Give her a good old glassful - she's a greedy cow - and dual magnetos. | 0:09:31 | 0:09:36 | |
Don't forget to check for your mag drop, | 0:09:36 | 0:09:38 | |
and Fanny's your aunt. | 0:09:38 | 0:09:40 | |
Go on, sir, wake her up. | 0:09:42 | 0:09:45 | |
Fresh from the cradle | 0:09:56 | 0:09:58 | |
and we're giving him a thousand horsepower and eight machine guns to play with. | 0:09:58 | 0:10:03 | |
What a way to win a war! | 0:10:05 | 0:10:06 | |
OK, so... | 0:10:14 | 0:10:16 | |
Fuel on. | 0:10:18 | 0:10:20 | |
Primer pump. | 0:10:20 | 0:10:23 | |
Throttle, descent. | 0:10:23 | 0:10:26 | |
Clear prop. | 0:10:26 | 0:10:27 | |
Magnetos on. | 0:10:30 | 0:10:33 | |
Engine start. On. | 0:10:33 | 0:10:36 | |
God help us. | 0:11:44 | 0:11:45 | |
The first flight in a Spitfire was a little bit awe-inspiring. | 0:12:26 | 0:12:30 | |
People don't understand. | 0:12:30 | 0:12:32 | |
It was an achievement because it was then THE aeroplane, | 0:12:32 | 0:12:37 | |
everybody spoke about Spitfires, and here was I flying one. | 0:12:37 | 0:12:41 | |
And I wasn't 19 years old. | 0:12:41 | 0:12:43 | |
There you are, careering around at 300 knots in this thing. | 0:12:48 | 0:12:53 | |
Just the slightest thought that goes through your brain | 0:12:53 | 0:12:58 | |
conveys it to your hands and your feet, | 0:12:58 | 0:13:00 | |
and the next thing you know, the aeroplane's doing it. | 0:13:00 | 0:13:03 | |
You feel detached from fellow man. | 0:13:19 | 0:13:22 | |
It's clean. | 0:13:22 | 0:13:25 | |
It's pure. | 0:13:25 | 0:13:27 | |
It gets into the very soul. | 0:13:27 | 0:13:29 | |
It gets into the soul and you think, "This is absolutely beautiful." | 0:13:29 | 0:13:35 | |
How many of those things have you written now? | 0:14:07 | 0:14:09 | |
You really want to know? | 0:14:15 | 0:14:16 | |
I just hope to Christ we're not headed for another bloody April. | 0:14:20 | 0:14:24 | |
1917. | 0:14:25 | 0:14:28 | |
Yes. | 0:14:28 | 0:14:29 | |
I really thought we were going to lose everyone back then. | 0:14:30 | 0:14:33 | |
And now we're chucking them into the meat grinder all over again. | 0:14:34 | 0:14:38 | |
PLANE ENGINE APPROACHES | 0:14:40 | 0:14:43 | |
Let's hope his landing's better than his takeoff. | 0:14:45 | 0:14:47 | |
Bit lumpy. | 0:15:12 | 0:15:14 | |
-You OK, sir? -Jesus H. | 0:15:29 | 0:15:33 | |
Was that really an hour? | 0:15:33 | 0:15:36 | |
She's sweet, isn't she? | 0:15:36 | 0:15:37 | |
Yes. | 0:15:37 | 0:15:40 | |
Absolutely bloody marvellous! | 0:15:46 | 0:15:48 | |
What I'd give to be a pilot. | 0:16:12 | 0:16:15 | |
I came down with my pal Eddie. | 0:16:15 | 0:16:17 | |
I said, "You do the sea, I'll do the air." | 0:16:17 | 0:16:20 | |
He joined the Navy. | 0:16:21 | 0:16:23 | |
I'd just love to see the world. | 0:16:24 | 0:16:26 | |
Actually, I hear Germany's very pretty this time of year. | 0:16:26 | 0:16:30 | |
Are they all bloody idiots where you're from, then? | 0:16:31 | 0:16:34 | |
Morning. | 0:16:43 | 0:16:44 | |
I was going to do my very best to be a good fighter pilot, | 0:16:44 | 0:16:49 | |
because unless you were, | 0:16:49 | 0:16:51 | |
then the chances were that you were going to get bumped off, | 0:16:51 | 0:16:54 | |
and that didn't appeal to me at all. | 0:16:54 | 0:16:56 | |
The Germans had marched through Europe - Scandinavia, France - | 0:16:58 | 0:17:04 | |
and the threat of invasion was very real indeed. | 0:17:04 | 0:17:08 | |
Here we were with bullets flying all over the place. | 0:17:08 | 0:17:11 | |
If you could survive three weeks, | 0:17:11 | 0:17:13 | |
you had a good chance of surviving six, | 0:17:13 | 0:17:16 | |
or even longer. | 0:17:16 | 0:17:17 | |
I've had quite a few hours on the Spits now, Mac. | 0:17:26 | 0:17:29 | |
I'm ready for this. | 0:17:31 | 0:17:33 | |
Oh! I saw him in my sights. | 0:17:36 | 0:17:39 | |
I couldn't quite believe it at first, right there in front of me. | 0:17:39 | 0:17:42 | |
Before I knew what I was doing, I'd ripped into him. | 0:17:42 | 0:17:45 | |
Then there he was, smoke billowing, out of control, spiralling towards the ground. | 0:17:45 | 0:17:50 | |
Who was he? | 0:18:09 | 0:18:10 | |
Who was who? | 0:18:11 | 0:18:12 | |
Have you any idea who Boy's talking about, Mac? | 0:18:16 | 0:18:19 | |
Haven't the foggiest, Brian. | 0:18:19 | 0:18:20 | |
Boy, come and sit your arse down here. | 0:18:24 | 0:18:27 | |
Show this Welsh wally a thing or two about the fine art of chess. | 0:18:27 | 0:18:32 | |
Easy. | 0:18:32 | 0:18:33 | |
-Are you happy to do this now? -I'd rather get this one out the way. | 0:18:35 | 0:18:39 | |
SINGING | 0:18:49 | 0:18:52 | |
-One of yours? -No. | 0:19:21 | 0:19:25 | |
Different squadron. | 0:19:27 | 0:19:28 | |
Sorry, didn't see you there. | 0:20:02 | 0:20:04 | |
You must be Drummond. Welcome aboard. | 0:20:06 | 0:20:09 | |
Heard all about you, obviously. | 0:20:16 | 0:20:19 | |
Norway, wasn't it? | 0:20:19 | 0:20:22 | |
Must have been one hell of a battle. | 0:20:22 | 0:20:24 | |
It was. | 0:20:27 | 0:20:29 | |
Have you been trained on the reflector gunsight? | 0:20:29 | 0:20:32 | |
No. Nobody has. | 0:20:33 | 0:20:36 | |
It's a joke, isn't it? | 0:20:36 | 0:20:38 | |
OK, sir, let's go through it again. | 0:20:54 | 0:20:56 | |
OK. | 0:20:56 | 0:20:59 | |
Eyes tight shut, sir? | 0:20:59 | 0:21:01 | |
-Say it fast this time. -Trim. | 0:21:03 | 0:21:06 | |
Brakes. Set. | 0:21:08 | 0:21:11 | |
-Not bad, sir. -Get on with it. -Mixture. | 0:21:11 | 0:21:14 | |
Did I get it right? | 0:21:14 | 0:21:15 | |
-Yes, sir. -Good. Try me some more. | 0:21:15 | 0:21:18 | |
Fuel select. | 0:21:18 | 0:21:19 | |
Good, sir. | 0:21:21 | 0:21:22 | |
Now... | 0:21:22 | 0:21:24 | |
Cock. | 0:21:24 | 0:21:26 | |
(Cock...) | 0:21:26 | 0:21:28 | |
-Cock? -You've got to get this one right, sir. | 0:21:32 | 0:21:35 | |
It's a vital piece of equipment. | 0:21:35 | 0:21:37 | |
It's just not part of the aeroplane, sir! | 0:21:37 | 0:21:40 | |
-BOTH LAUGH -Sods! | 0:21:40 | 0:21:43 | |
I've been reaching in the dark for that for years. | 0:21:43 | 0:21:46 | |
-Right, go again. -Right, ready? | 0:21:46 | 0:21:50 | |
You're to report for ops at first light. | 0:22:04 | 0:22:06 | |
That's if you haven't gone off the idea in the meantime. | 0:22:09 | 0:22:12 | |
No. | 0:22:14 | 0:22:16 | |
Of course not, Brian. | 0:22:16 | 0:22:17 | |
The bad news is, | 0:22:20 | 0:22:22 | |
you're going to be my wingman. | 0:22:22 | 0:22:24 | |
That way, I get to keep eye on you. | 0:22:24 | 0:22:27 | |
Brian... | 0:22:38 | 0:22:40 | |
I won't let you down. | 0:22:40 | 0:22:42 | |
I was very much aware, would I measure up? | 0:23:00 | 0:23:04 | |
You were defending... | 0:23:05 | 0:23:07 | |
this country... | 0:23:07 | 0:23:09 | |
against an utterly... ruthless Nazi regime, | 0:23:09 | 0:23:15 | |
bombing hell out of our civilian population | 0:23:15 | 0:23:18 | |
and every city and town they could find. | 0:23:18 | 0:23:21 | |
What did they expect? | 0:23:21 | 0:23:24 | |
Shake them by the hand? | 0:23:24 | 0:23:26 | |
Stroke them? | 0:23:26 | 0:23:28 | |
No, stop them! | 0:23:28 | 0:23:30 | |
This is what my duty is, | 0:23:30 | 0:23:32 | |
in a single-seater interceptor fighter. | 0:23:32 | 0:23:35 | |
And I didn't want to be afraid. | 0:23:37 | 0:23:40 | |
LABORIOUS BREATHING | 0:23:53 | 0:23:58 | |
HE MURMURS | 0:24:03 | 0:24:05 | |
You're not superstitious, are you, Boy? | 0:25:01 | 0:25:03 | |
How can he sleep at a time like this? | 0:25:20 | 0:25:23 | |
Cos he's bloody useless. | 0:25:23 | 0:25:25 | |
Why was she watching a man being condemned for her own murder? | 0:25:27 | 0:25:33 | |
SHE could murder me any day. | 0:25:38 | 0:25:41 | |
PHONE RINGS | 0:26:19 | 0:26:21 | |
Yes? | 0:26:21 | 0:26:23 | |
Squadron scramble! | 0:26:24 | 0:26:26 | |
BELL RINGS | 0:26:26 | 0:26:28 | |
ENGINES ROAR Start! | 0:26:31 | 0:26:33 | |
Engines start! | 0:26:33 | 0:26:35 | |
Ah! Fucking wake up, will you? | 0:26:43 | 0:26:46 | |
Form up, form up. | 0:27:09 | 0:27:12 | |
Stay with me, Boy. | 0:27:18 | 0:27:21 | |
Hello, Saffa, gunning squadron airborne. | 0:27:50 | 0:27:54 | |
I'm steering 120 and climbing hard, over. | 0:27:54 | 0:27:59 | |
Oh, my fucking Christ. | 0:28:06 | 0:28:08 | |
Stay with me, Boy, stay with me. | 0:28:19 | 0:28:21 | |
Here we go! | 0:28:21 | 0:28:23 | |
OK, Boy, a good first burst, then away. Watch for 109s. | 0:28:24 | 0:28:28 | |
MACHINE-GUN FIRE | 0:28:29 | 0:28:31 | |
Shit. | 0:28:49 | 0:28:51 | |
109s above the first block coming round to six o'clock, | 0:28:51 | 0:28:54 | |
3,000 feet above. | 0:28:54 | 0:28:55 | |
Come on, come on! | 0:29:04 | 0:29:06 | |
Come on. (Come on, come on!) | 0:29:06 | 0:29:10 | |
Come on! Come on! Yes! | 0:29:15 | 0:29:19 | |
QUICK, SHALLOW BREATHING | 0:29:24 | 0:29:27 | |
MACHINE-GUN FIRE | 0:29:48 | 0:29:50 | |
MECHANICAL CLUNKING, NO GUNFIRE | 0:29:55 | 0:29:59 | |
Oh, Christ. | 0:29:59 | 0:30:00 | |
MACHINE-GUN FIRE | 0:30:00 | 0:30:03 | |
Christ! Come on. | 0:30:05 | 0:30:09 | |
MACHINE-GUN FIRE | 0:30:13 | 0:30:16 | |
Fuck! Get off! | 0:30:16 | 0:30:18 | |
Close. | 0:30:31 | 0:30:34 | |
Stall, you fucker, come on. | 0:30:34 | 0:30:37 | |
SHALLOW, QUICK BREATHING | 0:30:43 | 0:30:46 | |
Sir, are you OK, sir? | 0:31:04 | 0:31:06 | |
Sir, are you OK? | 0:31:06 | 0:31:08 | |
We were caught by a 109. | 0:31:10 | 0:31:11 | |
-She'll have to go away, sir. -Away? | 0:31:14 | 0:31:20 | |
I don't think we'll be repairing this one. | 0:31:20 | 0:31:22 | |
You'd better rustle me up another one. | 0:31:22 | 0:31:26 | |
Want to be ready for the next up. | 0:31:26 | 0:31:28 | |
'When that 109 caught me off that Heinkel, I remember thinking, | 0:31:37 | 0:31:41 | |
'"If you can get away with this, you'll get away with anything," | 0:31:41 | 0:31:45 | |
'cos he should have killed me.' | 0:31:45 | 0:31:47 | |
Look at Boy's cravat, you look like our glorious leader! | 0:31:50 | 0:31:53 | |
We're going to see if we can't bag ourselves some trophies beforehand. | 0:31:53 | 0:31:57 | |
Big trophies. | 0:31:57 | 0:31:58 | |
Boy. | 0:31:58 | 0:32:00 | |
You're one lucky sod. | 0:32:02 | 0:32:03 | |
You should have stuck on my wing. | 0:32:03 | 0:32:06 | |
If there were any justice in the world, | 0:32:08 | 0:32:10 | |
you'd be cinders now. | 0:32:10 | 0:32:15 | |
Are you coming to this party or not? | 0:32:15 | 0:32:17 | |
Grace? | 0:32:27 | 0:32:28 | |
I'll see you inside. | 0:32:29 | 0:32:31 | |
I can't tell if that's a pleased look or not. | 0:32:33 | 0:32:35 | |
I just... | 0:32:37 | 0:32:39 | |
What are you doing here? | 0:32:39 | 0:32:41 | |
I did write, I'm working near Brasstead. | 0:32:41 | 0:32:44 | |
Come on, Geoff. | 0:32:44 | 0:32:47 | |
Friends of yours? | 0:32:47 | 0:32:48 | |
Yes. | 0:32:48 | 0:32:50 | |
-I'll introduce you. -I'd like that. | 0:32:50 | 0:32:53 | |
I was sorry to hear about your brother. | 0:32:57 | 0:32:59 | |
You look beautiful. | 0:33:11 | 0:33:14 | |
You look different. | 0:33:21 | 0:33:23 | |
What would persuade you to dance with me? | 0:33:31 | 0:33:34 | |
Just be yourself. | 0:33:36 | 0:33:37 | |
# Them that's got shall get | 0:34:00 | 0:34:03 | |
# Them that's not shall lose | 0:34:03 | 0:34:07 | |
# So the Bible said | 0:34:07 | 0:34:08 | |
# And it still is news | 0:34:08 | 0:34:13 | |
# Mama may have | 0:34:13 | 0:34:17 | |
# Papa may have | 0:34:17 | 0:34:20 | |
# But God bless the child that's got his own | 0:34:20 | 0:34:25 | |
# That's got his own | 0:34:25 | 0:34:28 | |
# Yes, the strong gets more | 0:34:30 | 0:34:35 | |
# While the weak ones fade | 0:34:35 | 0:34:38 | |
# Empty pockets don't ever make the grade | 0:34:38 | 0:34:45 | |
# Mama may have | 0:34:45 | 0:34:48 | |
# Papa may have | 0:34:48 | 0:34:51 | |
# But God bless the child that's got his own | 0:34:51 | 0:34:57 | |
# That's got his own | 0:34:57 | 0:35:01 | |
# Money, you got lots of friends | 0:35:04 | 0:35:12 | |
# Crowding round the door | 0:35:12 | 0:35:16 | |
# When you're gone and spending ends | 0:35:16 | 0:35:23 | |
# They don't come no more | 0:35:23 | 0:35:29 | |
# Rich relations give | 0:35:29 | 0:35:33 | |
# Crust of bread and such | 0:35:33 | 0:35:36 | |
# You can help yourself but don't take too much | 0:35:36 | 0:35:43 | |
# Mama may have | 0:35:43 | 0:35:46 | |
-# Papa may have... # -MACHINE-GUN FIRE | 0:35:46 | 0:35:50 | |
# But God bless the child that's got his own | 0:35:50 | 0:35:56 | |
# That's got his own. # | 0:35:56 | 0:35:58 | |
Look, for what it is, it's a splendid little car. | 0:36:06 | 0:36:09 | |
How much? | 0:36:11 | 0:36:13 | |
-Five quid. -Yeah, can't go wrong with a fiver. | 0:36:13 | 0:36:16 | |
Good little runner, too. Seats four. | 0:36:16 | 0:36:19 | |
Make a good passion wagon. | 0:36:19 | 0:36:21 | |
In a Ford 10?! | 0:36:21 | 0:36:23 | |
I'd pay you back, first of the month. | 0:36:23 | 0:36:25 | |
And what happens if you get the chop in the meantime? | 0:36:25 | 0:36:29 | |
Come on, I'd do the same for you. | 0:36:29 | 0:36:31 | |
So when do we get to see this high-powered projectile of yours? | 0:36:44 | 0:36:48 | |
And the first round's on you. | 0:36:50 | 0:36:52 | |
God, Geoff, you'll wear me out. | 0:37:13 | 0:37:15 | |
Oh! | 0:37:28 | 0:37:30 | |
What a gorgeous brooch. | 0:37:30 | 0:37:33 | |
Nothing special. | 0:37:33 | 0:37:35 | |
Just a little trinket I picked up, you know? | 0:37:35 | 0:37:37 | |
Oh. | 0:37:38 | 0:37:41 | |
I see. | 0:37:41 | 0:37:42 | |
What are you doing? | 0:37:45 | 0:37:46 | |
-I thought you said it was nothing special. -That's a month's wages. | 0:37:46 | 0:37:50 | |
Oh! | 0:37:50 | 0:37:52 | |
Where the bloody hell did you throw that, Grace? | 0:37:52 | 0:37:55 | |
-Can you see? -Shall we have a look? -Yeah! | 0:37:57 | 0:37:59 | |
Grace... | 0:38:29 | 0:38:32 | |
I know. | 0:38:32 | 0:38:34 | |
I feel the same. | 0:38:34 | 0:38:35 | |
Soon. | 0:38:38 | 0:38:40 | |
It's getting late. | 0:38:44 | 0:38:47 | |
PLANE ENGINE OVERHEAD | 0:38:47 | 0:38:49 | |
No clouds. | 0:38:51 | 0:38:53 | |
Must be lovely up there this evening. | 0:38:58 | 0:39:00 | |
Geoff. | 0:39:04 | 0:39:06 | |
Geoff. | 0:39:06 | 0:39:08 | |
You're getting cold. | 0:39:13 | 0:39:15 | |
I was like a dog with a bone. They couldn't shake me off. | 0:39:47 | 0:39:50 | |
Kept on hitting him and then bang! | 0:39:50 | 0:39:51 | |
He dropped out of the sky like a stone. | 0:39:51 | 0:39:54 | |
Junkers, was it? | 0:39:55 | 0:39:57 | |
-Yes. -See anyone bail? | 0:39:57 | 0:40:00 | |
No. | 0:40:00 | 0:40:02 | |
Make sure you write a report before you leave. | 0:40:02 | 0:40:05 | |
That was my first confirmed kill. | 0:40:22 | 0:40:24 | |
Junkers 88. | 0:40:27 | 0:40:30 | |
Congratulations. | 0:40:30 | 0:40:31 | |
"I went into a public house | 0:40:53 | 0:40:55 | |
"To get a pint of beer | 0:40:57 | 0:40:59 | |
"The publican, he ups and says | 0:41:02 | 0:41:05 | |
""We serve no redcoats here." | 0:41:05 | 0:41:08 | |
"The girls behind the bar | 0:41:08 | 0:41:10 | |
"They laughed and giggled | 0:41:10 | 0:41:11 | |
"Fit to die | 0:41:11 | 0:41:13 | |
"I outs into the street again | 0:41:13 | 0:41:16 | |
"And to myself says I | 0:41:16 | 0:41:18 | |
"Oh, it's T... | 0:41:18 | 0:41:19 | |
"Oh, it's Tommy this | 0:41:19 | 0:41:21 | |
"And Tommy that | 0:41:21 | 0:41:22 | |
-BOTH: -"And Tommy, go away | 0:41:22 | 0:41:24 | |
"But it's, "Thank you, Mister Atkins," | 0:41:24 | 0:41:27 | |
"When the band begins to play | 0:41:27 | 0:41:29 | |
"When the band begins to play, my boys | 0:41:29 | 0:41:32 | |
"The band begins to play | 0:41:32 | 0:41:33 | |
"And it's, "Thank you, Mister Atkins," | 0:41:33 | 0:41:35 | |
"When the band begins to play." | 0:41:35 | 0:41:38 | |
Kipling. | 0:41:40 | 0:41:42 | |
They made us learn that at school. | 0:41:42 | 0:41:44 | |
Always fancied a quiet life, myself. | 0:42:00 | 0:42:03 | |
But it's a family tradition, war. | 0:42:03 | 0:42:08 | |
Dad was in the first one. | 0:42:16 | 0:42:19 | |
Now me in this. | 0:42:19 | 0:42:20 | |
You've got to switch this off. | 0:42:25 | 0:42:27 | |
There's no time to think, just act. | 0:42:27 | 0:42:31 | |
I used to love flying. | 0:42:39 | 0:42:41 | |
Often wonder what I'd be doing now if it wasn't for Dad. | 0:42:45 | 0:42:48 | |
I tried telling him once, | 0:42:52 | 0:42:55 | |
what it's really like... | 0:42:55 | 0:42:56 | |
..the dreams. | 0:42:58 | 0:42:59 | |
His war must have been different somehow. | 0:43:04 | 0:43:06 | |
LAUGHTER AND CHATTER | 0:43:14 | 0:43:17 | |
Sod the bombers, sod the electrics. | 0:43:25 | 0:43:27 | |
Live for the present, dismiss our future. 92 Squadron! | 0:43:29 | 0:43:33 | |
ALL: 92 Squadron! | 0:43:33 | 0:43:36 | |
LAUGHTER | 0:43:36 | 0:43:39 | |
Ah, OK. Off we go. | 0:43:39 | 0:43:41 | |
After three. One, two, three! | 0:43:41 | 0:43:43 | |
PIANO MUSIC | 0:43:43 | 0:43:44 | |
# Come on chaps, drinks all round We've had a jolly good summer | 0:43:44 | 0:43:47 | |
# If a man goes out with a sergeant's wife | 0:43:47 | 0:43:49 | |
# It's foolish not to ask the general to tea and all his family | 0:43:49 | 0:43:52 | |
# And if he can't come then tickle his bum with a stick of celery, oi! | 0:43:52 | 0:43:56 | |
# Blackpool is the place for me I'm fishing from the rock | 0:43:56 | 0:43:59 | |
# I never use my fishing line I always use my ding-ding... # | 0:43:59 | 0:44:02 | |
It's his cock, it's his cock! | 0:44:02 | 0:44:06 | |
# Pockets are so useful especially in the stalls | 0:44:06 | 0:44:09 | |
# Where if you're tired of what's on stage, you can fumble with your... | 0:44:09 | 0:44:12 | |
-Balls! -# ..Money, if you've got it | 0:44:12 | 0:44:14 | |
# If you've had some luck | 0:44:14 | 0:44:15 | |
# And haven't gone and spent it all | 0:44:15 | 0:44:17 | |
# Having a jolly good Turkish bath... # | 0:44:17 | 0:44:18 | |
SPEAKING FADES, REPLACED BY MELANCHOLY MUSIC | 0:44:18 | 0:44:21 | |
MACHINE-GUN FIRE | 0:44:31 | 0:44:33 | |
We fought at first light, high noon, evening, dusk. | 0:44:35 | 0:44:40 | |
It was a relentless ritual | 0:44:40 | 0:44:43 | |
and we had no idea when it would end. | 0:44:43 | 0:44:47 | |
MACHINE-GUN FIRE | 0:44:47 | 0:44:49 | |
'All that mattered was getting airborne, fighting the war, | 0:44:59 | 0:45:03 | |
'surviving until the next day, day after day after day.' | 0:45:03 | 0:45:08 | |
Anyone adrift, Tom? | 0:45:29 | 0:45:32 | |
Drummond. | 0:45:32 | 0:45:34 | |
Worst of it is, | 0:45:36 | 0:45:38 | |
it wasn't even the Hun that got him. | 0:45:38 | 0:45:41 | |
Collided with another Spit. | 0:45:42 | 0:45:44 | |
What a waste. | 0:45:45 | 0:45:47 | |
Anyone fancy the flicks tonight? | 0:45:56 | 0:45:58 | |
The new Bob Hope's on. | 0:45:58 | 0:46:00 | |
Eurgh, can't stand the man. | 0:46:00 | 0:46:02 | |
THUNDER RUMBLES | 0:46:35 | 0:46:37 | |
ALL: Ohhh! | 0:46:47 | 0:46:50 | |
Sorry, sir. | 0:46:50 | 0:46:52 | |
Can I bowl now? | 0:46:54 | 0:46:55 | |
Here we go. | 0:46:55 | 0:46:58 | |
ALL: Oh! APPLAUSE | 0:46:58 | 0:47:00 | |
Well done, sir. | 0:47:00 | 0:47:03 | |
Sorry, chaps. | 0:47:03 | 0:47:04 | |
I tried to have a word with Adolf, | 0:47:04 | 0:47:06 | |
but for some reason, he's refusing to answer my calls. | 0:47:06 | 0:47:10 | |
That's all right, get another bloody six when I'm back. | 0:47:16 | 0:47:19 | |
No, you bloody won't, Brian. | 0:47:19 | 0:47:20 | |
RADIO STATIC | 0:47:40 | 0:47:42 | |
-'Watch 109s at 12 o'clock high. -Six more at 4 o'clock high. -I see them. | 0:47:42 | 0:47:46 | |
'They've suddenly come down. Brian! Brake, brake! Brian!' | 0:47:46 | 0:47:51 | |
RADIO STATIC | 0:47:51 | 0:47:53 | |
He wouldn't stand around like this. | 0:48:34 | 0:48:36 | |
Come on. | 0:48:37 | 0:48:39 | |
First round's on me. | 0:48:39 | 0:48:41 | |
'Brian Kingcome was 92 Squadron and 92 modelled themselves on him. | 0:48:55 | 0:49:00 | |
'A real fighter pilot | 0:49:02 | 0:49:04 | |
'and a leader, yeah.' | 0:49:04 | 0:49:06 | |
Mac. | 0:49:32 | 0:49:34 | |
Didn't see you there. | 0:49:34 | 0:49:36 | |
Take a pew. | 0:49:36 | 0:49:38 | |
Thanks. | 0:49:40 | 0:49:42 | |
Plenty of room. | 0:49:42 | 0:49:44 | |
Listen, Geoff, | 0:49:52 | 0:49:54 | |
when was the last time you had a break? | 0:49:54 | 0:49:56 | |
Remind me what that is again. | 0:49:58 | 0:50:00 | |
I've managed to swing you a 48-hour pass. | 0:50:01 | 0:50:05 | |
-Hope you don't mind. -Mind? | 0:50:06 | 0:50:09 | |
Christ. | 0:50:09 | 0:50:12 | |
That's settled then. | 0:50:12 | 0:50:13 | |
'I went home and, er, | 0:51:05 | 0:51:07 | |
'it was a strange thing to say, | 0:51:07 | 0:51:10 | |
'it was so good to be there, but when I saw my room, | 0:51:10 | 0:51:14 | |
'as it was when I left it, | 0:51:14 | 0:51:16 | |
'my cricket bat in the corner | 0:51:16 | 0:51:19 | |
'and Mum fussing around, | 0:51:19 | 0:51:21 | |
'I couldn't wait to get back to the squadron. | 0:51:21 | 0:51:26 | |
'It was almost as if I'd had enough to cope with, | 0:51:27 | 0:51:30 | |
'without emotion at home.' | 0:51:30 | 0:51:33 | |
These fellows in your squadron... | 0:51:49 | 0:51:52 | |
..good pilots, are they? | 0:51:53 | 0:51:55 | |
Yes, I suppose. | 0:51:57 | 0:52:00 | |
That's good, then. | 0:52:03 | 0:52:05 | |
I am too. | 0:52:08 | 0:52:10 | |
I don't doubt it, Geoff. | 0:52:12 | 0:52:14 | |
Sometimes I do. | 0:52:18 | 0:52:20 | |
I don't blame you for not staying over. | 0:52:25 | 0:52:27 | |
I'll tell your mother you had to get back early. | 0:52:29 | 0:52:32 | |
Have this on me. | 0:52:41 | 0:52:43 | |
Thanks. | 0:52:44 | 0:52:46 | |
Proud of you, son. | 0:52:55 | 0:52:57 | |
We all are. | 0:52:58 | 0:52:59 | |
Oh! | 0:53:22 | 0:53:24 | |
Oh, me. | 0:53:27 | 0:53:29 | |
Oh, my, look at you, Gracie. | 0:53:29 | 0:53:32 | |
What would I do without you? | 0:53:36 | 0:53:38 | |
I'm so glad you called me. | 0:53:39 | 0:53:41 | |
I know. | 0:53:44 | 0:53:46 | |
Just seems impossible that they actually got Brian Kingcome. | 0:53:51 | 0:53:54 | |
I mean... | 0:53:56 | 0:53:58 | |
We all thought, | 0:53:58 | 0:54:00 | |
"Who the bloody hell can shoot HIM down?" | 0:54:00 | 0:54:02 | |
But then... | 0:54:04 | 0:54:06 | |
I don't know. | 0:54:10 | 0:54:12 | |
When I'm at home, all I want to do is be back on the base | 0:54:14 | 0:54:18 | |
and when I'm on my way back there, all I want is... | 0:54:18 | 0:54:20 | |
..home. | 0:54:22 | 0:54:24 | |
Wherever that is. | 0:54:28 | 0:54:30 | |
HE SOBS | 0:54:34 | 0:54:35 | |
Geoff. | 0:54:38 | 0:54:39 | |
If I don't call you... | 0:54:55 | 0:54:59 | |
it doesn't mean that I don't care about you. | 0:54:59 | 0:55:01 | |
Forget about it. | 0:55:02 | 0:55:04 | |
How was it? | 0:55:36 | 0:55:38 | |
-Brian! -Hello, Boy. | 0:55:48 | 0:55:51 | |
Bailed out a mile from Dover. | 0:55:51 | 0:55:55 | |
Not sure exactly what happened next, woke up in hospital with this bloody thing. | 0:55:55 | 0:55:59 | |
Bastards got me in the leg. | 0:55:59 | 0:56:01 | |
This came for you. | 0:56:05 | 0:56:06 | |
Must be some mistake. | 0:56:18 | 0:56:19 | |
Bad news? | 0:56:19 | 0:56:21 | |
Christ. | 0:56:24 | 0:56:26 | |
-They've only gone and given you a bleedin' medal. -What? -DF bloody C. | 0:56:26 | 0:56:31 | |
Well, we all know what that stands for. | 0:56:31 | 0:56:33 | |
Disastrous Fucking Clown. | 0:56:33 | 0:56:36 | |
Don't take it too personally, Boy. | 0:56:36 | 0:56:39 | |
They had to give it to someone and the other bugger's dead. | 0:56:39 | 0:56:44 | |
Good show. | 0:56:44 | 0:56:46 | |
'We all had combat fatigue in the end. | 0:57:05 | 0:57:08 | |
'Didn't realise it, but we did.' | 0:57:08 | 0:57:11 | |
'Exhaustion came into it | 0:57:13 | 0:57:16 | |
'and if you got too tired, that was when you lost your concentration | 0:57:16 | 0:57:20 | |
'and you thought, "Oh, I can't be bothered. | 0:57:20 | 0:57:23 | |
'"I can't be bothered. Come on, kill me." | 0:57:23 | 0:57:25 | |
PHONE RINGS Yes? | 0:57:41 | 0:57:44 | |
Yes, I sent them through yesterday. | 0:57:46 | 0:57:48 | |
Thank you. | 0:57:50 | 0:57:51 | |
I swear... | 0:57:56 | 0:57:58 | |
if ever I own a house, I'm never getting a bloody telephone. | 0:57:58 | 0:58:02 | |
What were we doing this time last year? | 0:58:10 | 0:58:12 | |
Easy. Contemplating a fourth pint of Shepherd's down the Pretty Pigs. | 0:58:12 | 0:58:16 | |
You, Tom? | 0:58:19 | 0:58:22 | |
Have you ever been to Beauchamp Chapel in Warwick? | 0:58:22 | 0:58:25 | |
It's on Church Street. There are these great medieval stone tablets | 0:58:25 | 0:58:33 | |
of the earls and knights of the county. | 0:58:33 | 0:58:35 | |
Good for brass rubbing, you know. | 0:58:37 | 0:58:39 | |
Odd to think we led normal lives once. | 0:58:40 | 0:58:43 | |
Brass rubbing normal? | 0:58:43 | 0:58:44 | |
THEY LAUGH | 0:58:44 | 0:58:46 | |
Yeah, bloody move, Wade. | 0:58:49 | 0:58:51 | |
You know there's ground crew outside? | 0:58:55 | 0:58:58 | |
Buggered if I like the look of this. | 0:58:58 | 0:58:59 | |
We're going over the water. | 0:59:01 | 0:59:03 | |
Convoy patrol. | 0:59:05 | 0:59:06 | |
Two aircraft. Krauts are nailing our shipping again. | 0:59:08 | 0:59:12 | |
In this weather, Brian? Jesus H. | 0:59:12 | 0:59:14 | |
Control wanted the whole flight up. | 0:59:14 | 0:59:16 | |
Are you hearing this, Trev? | 0:59:17 | 0:59:19 | |
I'm asleep and, what's more, I haven't heard a bloody thing. | 0:59:19 | 0:59:22 | |
I've already called this one. | 0:59:22 | 0:59:24 | |
Tommy, you're up with Boy. | 0:59:24 | 0:59:26 | |
Right, then. | 0:59:54 | 0:59:55 | |
Off we go. | 0:59:59 | 1:00:00 | |
Even a high priest can't control the weather, sir. | 1:00:10 | 1:00:12 | |
How long will you be gone? | 1:00:15 | 1:00:16 | |
At least an hour, maybe more. | 1:00:18 | 1:00:21 | |
Bloody hell. | 1:00:49 | 1:00:50 | |
'Red 2, Red 2. How is it going?' | 1:01:49 | 1:01:52 | |
Red 1. I can see very little. | 1:01:52 | 1:01:55 | |
I think my RC's giving up. | 1:01:55 | 1:01:58 | |
Red 1 do you read me? | 1:01:58 | 1:02:00 | |
Repeat, RC very bad. | 1:02:02 | 1:02:06 | |
Shit, shit! | 1:02:25 | 1:02:28 | |
Come in, Red 1. | 1:02:28 | 1:02:31 | |
Red 1, come in. | 1:02:31 | 1:02:33 | |
'Red 2, say again. | 1:02:37 | 1:02:39 | |
'We have a bandit 10 miles east approaching.' | 1:02:39 | 1:02:42 | |
Red 1, received. | 1:02:42 | 1:02:44 | |
Understand. Bandit approaching. | 1:02:44 | 1:02:47 | |
Come in Red 1. Red 1, do you read me? | 1:02:47 | 1:02:51 | |
This must be what eternity feels like. | 1:03:12 | 1:03:14 | |
Jesus. Fucking cloud! | 1:03:26 | 1:03:30 | |
Red 1, bandit sighted. | 1:03:42 | 1:03:45 | |
Red 1. | 1:03:45 | 1:03:46 | |
GERMAN VOICES ON RADIO | 1:03:55 | 1:03:57 | |
Shit! | 1:04:18 | 1:04:19 | |
Shit, fuck! | 1:04:19 | 1:04:20 | |
THUNDER | 1:04:23 | 1:04:24 | |
Fuck! Fuck! | 1:04:37 | 1:04:39 | |
Come on, little lady. | 1:04:41 | 1:04:44 | |
Get me home. | 1:04:44 | 1:04:46 | |
He dived away. | 1:04:58 | 1:04:59 | |
-I think he went after something. -You think? | 1:04:59 | 1:05:02 | |
-Lost RT. -Then you should have turned back. | 1:05:02 | 1:05:05 | |
I did. | 1:05:05 | 1:05:07 | |
Where the bloody hell is he? | 1:05:07 | 1:05:10 | |
Get yourself inside. | 1:05:10 | 1:05:11 | |
Fuck. | 1:05:56 | 1:05:57 | |
What was the last heading you were flying? | 1:06:11 | 1:06:14 | |
I'm not sure. | 1:06:14 | 1:06:15 | |
PHONE RINGS | 1:06:51 | 1:06:52 | |
Yep? No. | 1:06:53 | 1:06:57 | |
What just happened? | 1:06:57 | 1:06:58 | |
I've no idea. | 1:06:58 | 1:07:00 | |
I swear to Christ, it's him. | 1:07:00 | 1:07:03 | |
What? | 1:07:06 | 1:07:07 | |
All right, sir? We were expecting you over an hour ago. | 1:07:10 | 1:07:14 | |
Just a bit tired. | 1:07:16 | 1:07:18 | |
Geoff, where the hell have you been? | 1:07:19 | 1:07:22 | |
Any news on the Junkers I shot down? | 1:07:24 | 1:07:27 | |
What? | 1:07:27 | 1:07:28 | |
Junkers '88. | 1:07:28 | 1:07:31 | |
But then if I had hit it... | 1:07:31 | 1:07:32 | |
-Geoff. -All that metal. | 1:07:32 | 1:07:34 | |
-You must have seen it. -Where were you? | 1:07:34 | 1:07:36 | |
Chasing a fucking German, where were you? | 1:07:36 | 1:07:40 | |
-RT failure means abort, what part of that don't you understand? -Sorry, Brian, you know how it is. | 1:07:49 | 1:07:54 | |
You've nothing to prove, Geoff. | 1:07:56 | 1:07:58 | |
We were never to have a moment's peace. | 1:08:25 | 1:08:27 | |
The summer of 1941, I went on 50 missions, escort and fighter sweeps, over northern France. | 1:08:29 | 1:08:36 | |
I didn't think any more about dying or being killed, it didn't worry me. | 1:08:39 | 1:08:43 | |
I'd become an automaton. | 1:08:43 | 1:08:45 | |
You all right, sir? | 1:09:22 | 1:09:23 | |
'Tommy Lund was a lovely chap, | 1:09:49 | 1:09:52 | |
'very dear friend, very dear friend.' | 1:09:52 | 1:09:55 | |
'He went into the Channel, but all the best blokes did | 1:09:55 | 1:09:59 | |
'and yet the blokes like me got away with it.' | 1:09:59 | 1:10:02 | |
I don't know about you ladies, but I plan on getting stupidly, stinkingly arseholed. | 1:10:04 | 1:10:08 | |
You can count me in. | 1:10:08 | 1:10:10 | |
INAUDIBLE | 1:10:14 | 1:10:17 | |
'I think I was like a... | 1:10:59 | 1:11:01 | |
'a bit of stretched elastic. | 1:11:01 | 1:11:04 | |
'I think I'd reached the end at that time, but I didn't know it. | 1:11:04 | 1:11:08 | |
'You don't know it.' | 1:11:08 | 1:11:10 | |
Geoff. | 1:11:36 | 1:11:38 | |
You're off ops. | 1:11:41 | 1:11:43 | |
Though we're very sorry to see you leave us. | 1:11:45 | 1:11:48 | |
Beg your pardon, Brian? | 1:11:49 | 1:11:52 | |
You've done bloody well... | 1:11:52 | 1:11:55 | |
but it's over. | 1:11:55 | 1:11:57 | |
18 months of this is enough for anyone. | 1:11:58 | 1:12:00 | |
Why, Brian? | 1:12:05 | 1:12:06 | |
I don't understand. | 1:12:08 | 1:12:10 | |
-Have I put up a black? I don't understand. -You've come to the end of the line. | 1:12:11 | 1:12:16 | |
That's all. | 1:12:16 | 1:12:18 | |
You're finished. | 1:12:18 | 1:12:20 | |
Now, you've got a posting to an OTU, to instruct. | 1:12:22 | 1:12:26 | |
Don't want to go. | 1:12:33 | 1:12:36 | |
I know. | 1:12:37 | 1:12:38 | |
'I felt the peak of my life was behind me.' | 1:12:53 | 1:12:56 | |
'I'm not going to reach here again, | 1:12:57 | 1:13:00 | |
'everything else is going to be... | 1:13:00 | 1:13:02 | |
'with the curve going downwards, the graph going downwards.' | 1:13:02 | 1:13:06 | |
I remember your first day here. | 1:13:22 | 1:13:25 | |
The words "right", "cocky" and "bastard" spring to mind. | 1:13:25 | 1:13:28 | |
You know, Boy... | 1:13:35 | 1:13:38 | |
I was never more happy than when I saw you landing safely today. | 1:13:38 | 1:13:41 | |
Your posting come through just before you took off. | 1:13:43 | 1:13:46 | |
It was too late to stop you, | 1:13:46 | 1:13:48 | |
but... like I said... | 1:13:48 | 1:13:53 | |
when you landed... | 1:13:53 | 1:13:55 | |
"At least", I thought, | 1:13:56 | 1:13:59 | |
"Geoffrey Wellum has made it and lived." | 1:13:59 | 1:14:02 | |
God knows I've written enough letters to the parents of those who didn't. | 1:14:06 | 1:14:10 | |
'I asked myself, "Was it worth it? | 1:14:46 | 1:14:50 | |
'"Was it worth it? | 1:14:50 | 1:14:51 | |
'"All those young men I fought and flew with, all those chaps that are no longer with us?"' | 1:14:51 | 1:14:58 | |
'I ask myself that question and I can't answer it. | 1:15:00 | 1:15:03 | |
'I suppose it must have been.' | 1:15:03 | 1:15:05 | |
'Suppose it must have been.' | 1:15:08 | 1:15:09 | |
'I am still struggling.' | 1:15:10 | 1:15:12 | |
We never did get to sign it. | 1:15:28 | 1:15:29 | |
Nobody wants a medal, | 1:15:37 | 1:15:40 | |
nobody wants a thank you. | 1:15:40 | 1:15:42 | |
But it would be nice just to be remembered, | 1:15:45 | 1:15:50 | |
because then you must think of all of us | 1:15:50 | 1:15:53 | |
and not just those of us who survived. | 1:15:53 | 1:15:56 | |
Flying alone, | 1:16:11 | 1:16:13 | |
nothing gives such a sense of mastery over mechanism, | 1:16:13 | 1:16:17 | |
mastery indeed over space. | 1:16:17 | 1:16:19 | |
Time and life itself is this. | 1:16:19 | 1:16:23 | |
Only the lonely threshers of the sky, hidden from the Earth, have gazed on it. | 1:16:26 | 1:16:32 | |
Only we, who went up late into the high places | 1:16:32 | 1:16:37 | |
under the shadow of wings. | 1:16:37 | 1:16:40 | |
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