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LAST LETTER

They were hard years.

Years when the country
was rocked by wars.

Years when a last letter,

even a last letter
to one’s nearest and dearest,

might not reach its destination.

Hello?

OK. Thanks.

She’s here.

Forty years later.

A whole 40 years later,
Salih Ekrem.

Istanbul 1915

My God!

Dear God... Dear God!

My God!

You had me terrified, Captain Salih.

Folk wait in line to fly over the
Bosphorus; you were dozing off!

We’re all dead on our feet at home.
The baby keeps us up all night.

You asked for it.
You wanted a son.

- What was Gülmelek like as a newborn?
- Well, my mother knows the drill.

She brought Gülmelek up so well,
I don’t recall one sleepless night.

Sir, this came for you from Berlin.

Good man, Serno.
You’re solid as a rock.

I must go.
Gülmelek’s been expecting this.

Say hello to everyone at home.
Don’t cosset the boy.

Let his mum see to him.

This is Albatross B1.

And this is Albatross C1.

Will you share these with Saliha?

I don’t think so.
She says mean things to me.

Good grief! Surely not.
What kind of things?

That Uncle’s moving them away
to somewhere called Switzerland.

Because enemies
are coming to Istanbul.

Are we going with them, Daddy?

Who’s afraid of enemies?

Anyway, you and I
will jump in our plane...

- And bam-bam-bam those enemies.
- Granny, save me!

C’mon, time to sleep.

- God bless, my angel.
- Thanks, Daddy. You too.

Good girl.

Well, now.
You said something once.

You said you’d take me flying over
the Bosphorus to see the sunset.

And that was the end of it.

And this is how we summon word
breakers, escorted by military police.

- Welcome, Salih Ekrem.
- Thank you, Pasha.

How’s your mother? Your daughter?
She had a pretty name.

Gülmelek.

They’re well, Pasha.
Thank you.

- Hüseyin.
- Yes, Pasha.

Tell your wife to give the baby
a good burping before bed.

Otherwise you’ll both be up all night.
And tell her I said so.

Yes, sir.

Here, dear girl.

Good luck.

May God be with you.

Give my best wishes to Dr Ragıp.

Thank you, sir.
I will.

Come over.

Lemnos is their base.
They’re assembling their forces here.

And their numbers grow daily.

I want you to gather intelligence.
Aerial photos in particular.

How many ships do they have?
How many aircraft? All the details.

You’d think they were mounting
another expedition to Troy.

Even their ship’s called Agamemnon.

Let’s go.

Passengers for Gallipoli,
disembark here!

Hurry now!

- One of our aircraft!
- She’s soaring like an eagle.

Look at that,
they’re bang on time.

- Welcome, sir.
- Thanks. Take these to the darkroom.

- Yes, sir.
- Let’s go, Hüseyin.

Look at this!
Everyone’s here!

Welcome, sir.

- Welcome.
- Welcome, sir.

- How are you, İdris?
- Well, thanks, sir.

- Welcome, sir.
- Muharrem? Are you here too?

- Schneider, willkommen in Gallipoli!
- Thank you, sir.

- How are you, old hand?
- All the better for seeing you, sir.

- Is Cevat Pasha around?
- Yes, sir. He’s been expecting you.

Lead the way.

I’d also like to make
the following point.

This country may be
undergoing hard times.

But let them look at
our glorious imperial history.

Who are you looking for, sister?

- The chief surgeon, Captain Ragıp.
- Come with me.

Let the British not forget,
they aren’t fighting Turkey alone.

Just as they’re rallying ships
from France and Russia,

or troops all the way from Australia,

so we have volunteers flocking from
all over the world, thanks be to God.

I wish I had better news for you,
Salih Ekrem.

But Sedd el Bahr has fallen silent.
Ertuğrul is struggling.

The men have come so well prepared...

They can recce the area with ease
and bomb us from a distance.

Clearly we aren’t sitting idle.
We’re busy gathering intelligence.

Even using Greek fishermen
on Lemnos and Tenedos.

Nonetheless...

With your permission, sir,
let’s take a look ourselves.

Well, be careful. They already have
more than 10 aircraft.

You’re on your own.
Don’t take them on.

Gather as much intelligence
as you can.

- May God be with you.
- Thank you, sir.

I have a message from my country
for Churchill and co.

They will never get past Gallipoli.
Never! Never!

Ils ne passeront pas Gallipoli!

Victory will be ours.

And God willing,
we’ll meet again afterwards.

Thank you all for your interest.
Please carry on.

- Thanks, Captain.
- Thank you, Akif.

Captain?

- The nurse wants to see you.
- Of course.

- I bring greetings from Kamil Pasha.
- Sister Nihal?

Yes, sir.

Kamil Pasha mentioned you.

I’ll leave Sister Nihal in your hands.
Sister Erika, my wife.

- Glad to meet you. Very.
- Me, too.

Welcome to Gallipoli.

They are thinking big.

They’re uprooting the vines on Tenedos
to make an airstrip.

What a waste!

It’s not the grapes they’re after,
it’s the owner.

What did we do
to make them hate us so much?

Istanbul. 1453.

- Something five centuries ago?
- It’s like yesterday for them.

- So they won’t give up?
- Never.

There’s this room, sister.
But I don’t know if it’ll do.

It’s just fine, Mahmut.

Let me know if you need anything.
I’ll say good night then.

Thanks. You, too.

You’re very hardworking.
Look at you. Very!

I couldn’t organize this room
if you gave me a month, you know?

And it only took you three days.
Wunderbar!

I’m still missing things,
but how lucky to have this much.

I came to tell you something.

Tomorrow we’re going to test the water
in a nearby village.

Why not come with us?
We’ll get some fresh air.

I’d love to.

Schön.
Very good.

No need to worry, friends.
It’s our aircraft.

Captain Salih Ekrem.

We were together in Berlin
last year.

Ragıp had his specialist training,
Salih was training as a pilot.

I saw Captain Salih
at the War Ministry.

He has a sweet little girl,
you know?

Poor baby,
her mother died in childbirth.

Must be hard, don’t you think?
God help them.

Amen.

- Hello there.
- What’s up, granny?

- Thanks, son.
- Come and rest a while.

My grandson hurt his foot running.

Poor love hasn’t walked on it
for two days.

- Could you look at him?
- Granny.

- Come to Granny, my lamb.
- Now let’s see what’s wrong.

- What’s your name?
- Fuat.

Fuat.
How old are you, Fuat?

Give me your foot. Move it around.
Turn it this way.

Don’t be afraid!
Good boy.

Don’t worry, we’ll have
your foot better in no time.

Won’t we, Rıfat?

I’ll rub in some ointment
and it’ll be better at once.

Come with me, champ.

- Granny!
- Coming, my lamb.

His injury isn’t serious, auntie.
Don’t worry.

How can I not worry, dear?
My son was killed in the Balkans.

His mother died of illness.

It’s just my grandson and I left
in this mortal world.

- God rest their souls.
- Thanks. And everyone's.

Churchill’s crew have started again.
Let’s pack up.

Must be Salih heading back.

An enemy aircraft!

Take up position! Man the machine gun!
Hide, granny! Quick!

Lay down! Hurry!

- Get up, Granny.
- Wait! Don’t get up!

There’s another one coming.

Another one’s coming!

- Fuat! Let go of me! Fuat, run!
- Wait, sister!

Granny? Granny! Gran!

They’ve turned around.
They’re coming back.

- Dear God, help us.
- Captain Salih’s coming.

Dear God! Thank heavens.

They’re going.

- Thank heavens.
- Granny!

Dear God.

Ambulance!

Ambulance!

Salih. Salih. Salih!
Can you hear me?

- So much blood.
- Gülmelek’s waiting for you.

Will you write to me, Daddy?

Daddy?

Daddy?

Daddy?

Captain Salih’s awake.

Old friend!
It’s so good to see you alive.

Salih.
You gave us such a fright.

Hüseyin?

Condolences to us all.

May he rest in peace.
We’ve buried him.

- Take me to him. C’mon, Ragıp.
- Don’t! Stop! Don’t get up.

- Take me to him!
- Lie back.

Get a little better.

Then you can go.

- The others?
- One man martyred, two more wounded.

And there was a grandmother.
I’m afraid she died, too.

We have this youngster with us now.
A surprise guest.

Poor love.

Hello, young vet.

- What’s wrong with him?
- Nothing serious.

He always carried this flag with him.

It was wrapped around him
when he died.

He left this letter for his son.

This is the aircraft
that killed Lt Hüseyin.

The same bastard
blew up the arsenal last month.

- How many aircraft are they up to?
- Fourteen.

If no more arrive today, that is.

But we count as two now.

Captain Serno is joining us
in a couple of days.

Serno, huh?
Excellent.

If you’ll excuse us, sir.

You rest and get better...

Or Serno will be on his own
when he arrives.

- Thanks, boys. And thanks for coming.
- Thank you.

- Get well soon, boys.
- Get well soon.

Salih.

The king of pilots!
My dear friend! My valiant friend!

I hope you recover soonest.

God spared you for your daughter
and your poor mother.

Sit down for heaven’s sake.

- Thanks, captain. Bless you.
- Get well soon. You did us all proud.

I was only doing my job, Nazmi.
Thanks for coming. Welcome.

- Thanks.
- Well, captain?

- Well...
- Well, the captain’s a fellow patient.

- He’ll be here a few days.
- What’s up?

Nothing, Salih.
I’m fit as a fiddle.

A case of gas, only he’s bleating
about heart trouble.

He claims it’s gas,
but he sure as hell had a spasm.

- We were scared stiff.
- So you should be.

He was going to bring my daughter
ribbon from town.

Ribbon, candy and heaven knows what.
A wagonload of promises.

It’s been days. Do I see
any sign of my Mürşide’s gifts?

So, I decided to scare him.
Was I wrong, sister?

God bless her, captain.
How old is your daughter?

She hasn’t been born yet.

- Seriously, how long to go?
- No time at all.

News could arrive from Istanbul
any minute. Any minute!

It’s not my heart, doctor.
I’m just too excited to sleep.

Mürşide is on her way.
My Mürşide!

- Good luck!
- Good luck!

You get yourself better.

Lullaby, my darling…

Lullaby, my lovely…

Don’t be afraid.

Let me fetch you some water.
OK?

Can’t you sleep?

My late grandmother used to say...

“Ask the griever
how long the nights last.”

I’m better, thanks be to God.

We met in Kamil Pasha’s office.
Do you remember?

How could I forget a moment?

Of my time in Istanbul?

My daughter is there.

Yes.
She’s very sweet, I’m told.

Sister Erika mentioned her.

I… I was fetching water for Fuat.
If you’ll excuse me.

Where is Fuat?
He wasn’t in the ward.

We moved him to my room.
He’s still anxious. He can’t sleep.

Let me take the water.
He must be bored. We can have a chat.

- If you don’t mind, that is.
- Of course I don’t mind.

Only… Fuat hasn’t spoken a word
since that day.

Maybe he’s doing the best thing.

Rain is on its way.

Some weather, isn’t it?

When I was your age,
I was scared of thunder, too.

But...

You get used to it
as you grow up.

Between you and me,
I’m still scared at times.

But don’t tell anyone.

If you like it, keep it.

Use it for your water.
Huh?

I got it from Germany
when I first became a pilot.

Do you know what a pilot is?

People who drive planes
are called pilots in Germany.

Just get better
and we’ll fly together. Huh?

You won’t be scared, will you?

You won’t, you won’t.

I took my daughter up
and she wasn’t scared at all.

She’s younger than you, what’s more.
She’s only five.

Her name is Gülmelek.

Is this your family?

Yes.

Do you hear from them?
They’re well, I hope.

It was…

It was before the Balkan War.

Bulgarian mobs attacked one night.

I tried so hard
to save my brother.

- But I was the only one to survive.
- I’m so sorry.

- May they all rest in peace.
- Amen.

I should go.

You sleep well and have a good rest.
See you again, OK?

- Good night.
- Thank you. You too.

- Sister Nihal.
- Yes?

My jacket’s been washed
and the bullet holes mended.

- Please thank whoever did it.
- I will.

Good night again.

Good night.

All batteries are on alert, sir.

They won’t open fire
without your orders.

- Keep up contact with Sedd el Bahr.
- Yes, sir.

Murderers!

Don’t be afraid.

I’ll never leave you.
I’ll always be here. Always.

Enemy aircraft!

Everyone into position!

- Ahmet, hurry!
- Run! Quick!

Take up position!

Fire!

How many are left?

- Hold him tight.
- He keeps wriggling.

C’mon! Hurry!
Go ahead!

Quick! Bring bandages.

Medics!

Help!

Help!

Hell! Darn thing.
For the love of God!

Captain.
The engine’s like your shoulder.

You both need serious attention.
Just listen to me today, huh?

Corporal Faik!

If only you’d rested a few more days.
The wound’s opening up again.

You’ve seen the plight of our boys.
How can I possibly rest?

They’re upping the attacks daily,
the swine.

How was Fuat today?
Was he very frightened?

How could he help it?
He’s stuck here.

If I could find a way,
I’d send him to Istanbul.

- But Captain Ragıp says it’s too risky.
- He’s right.

They’ve started launching raids
on all the convoys.

Do you hear from Gülmelek?

- I had a letter from her yesterday.
- What a sweetie.

She’s so pretty.

- God bless her.
- Amen.

If only...

My friend.

- On your feet! We’re going.
- What’s up?

It’s from Istanbul.
For Captain Hakkı.

- Girl or boy?
- We don’t know yet.

C’mon, let’s go.

Mürşide!

My little girl!

Welcome to the world.

Congratulations, Captain.

Thank you, sir.

Congratulations.

Thanks, Mehmet.
May it be your turn next.

Captain?
You’re feeling OK, aren’t you?

Fine. Fine, thanks be to God.
How could I not be?

Let me write you a sick report.
You can go home for a few days to...

Are you mad? Just give me the OK
and let me get back to my ship.

- Tomorrow, God willing.
- Really?

That isn’t a joke, is it?
Because I’ll leave anyway.

Tomorrow. I promise.

Praise be! I’m with Mürşide today
and the good ship Nusret tomorrow!

May she have the happiest
and healthiest of childhoods.

- Amen, sister.
- Amen.

- How’s Captain Hakkı?
- He’ll be discharged tomorrow.

Have Ragıp look him over again.
If he’s fully recovered...

- You may have a task on your hands.
- Yes, Pasha.

Here.

Erenköy Karanlık Harbour.

The enemy ships usually
conduct their manoeuvres here.

I say we use all the mines
that arrived from Istanbul yesterday

to lay a new line right here.

Parallel to the shore.

If I discharge you, it isn’t
so you can race off on a mission.

Doctor.

Clearly I know how dangerous
the mission is.

But why won’t you listen?
Nusret is in bad shape.

- Like you.
- Worse.

I know her foibles better than anyone.

We’d jeopardize the mines
by keeping me safe.

God forbid, if they hit a mine
in the dark on the way...

They’d hear the blast
as far away as Istanbul.

What if nerves get the better of you?

- The storms I’ve seen, my friend!
- Dear God!

Relax.

I take full responsibility.

I’ll put my name to it if necessary.

We’ll all die sooner or later.

So let’s live honourably
in the meantime, huh?

All right.
Now do an ‘S’.

Well done, my little vet.

They’re coming.

Fuat!

Come here, my little vet!

I couldn’t talk him out of it.

This candy is for you.
Don’t give it to anyone else, OK?

You’re all mad
going out in this weather.

It’ll clear up, Erika.
It’s spring.

We have a big job to do tonight.
Pray for us, won’t you?

Don’t be surprised if you see
a beautiful full moon any minute.

C’mon, champ.

I’m not joking.

Captain? Shall we go?
It’s time.

Come here.
Let’s see off our vets, huh?

May God be with you all.

- Thanks, sister.
- Thanks.

Good night, everyone.

C’mon, fellows.

We’ll be back for breakfast,
God willing.

God willing.

I’d say you’re
falling in love with him.

I respect him.

But that’s what love is,
isn’t it?

Come and let me play the mandolin
for you.

Otherwise I’ll die of worry.

Destination 230 to port.

Engines slow ahead.

Thanks, Hasan.

Good night to you, too.

They’ve arrived, Pasha.
Nusrat is in Erenköy.

- We’re starting.
- Good luck.

- May God reward our efforts.
- Amen.

Mine number one is ready, sir.

Mine number one to the depths
in the name of God!

Mine number one to the depths
in the name of God!

Keep at it, boys. Nearly there.
Let’s get finished by dawn.

It’s over.
We’re done, thank God.

- God willing they won’t find them.
- God willing.

Go and wash your face. Freshen up.
We can take the ship back.

Thanks, my friend.

Engines full steam ahead.
Hold a steady course of 43 degrees.

My little Mürşide.

Sons of a bitch!

- Come again?
- I didn’t mean you, sergeant.

- What’s the situation?
- They’re looking everywhere.

- God willing they won’t find them.
- God willing, sergeant.

Thank heavens!

Thanks, Nazmi.

Pasha.

Yes.

It’s a long time
since we came together.

I wanted to have a chat
now the weather’s improved.

Let me start with some good news.

Today, the British failed yet again to
find the late Captain Hakkı’s mines.

Thank heavens.

Some more good news: Captain Serno
has joined us from Berlin as of today.

- Welcome.
- Welcome once again.

We now have two aircraft.

And now for the best news.

First Lt Hasan, commander of the
Dardanos Battery had a daughter today.

Sehr schön.

- Congratulations.
- Thanks.

- What have you called her?
- We decided on Didar, Pasha.

May she be a credit to her family
and our country.

Thank you, pasha.
Bless you all.

Gentlemen.

As the British are trawling for mines
day and night...

We can assume that they’re preparing
for a large and imminent offensive.

The weather has cleared up, after all.

In a word...

From now on, we need to be
on alert at all times.

Everyone to muster!
Quick! C’mon! Run!

- Muster, men! Muster!
- Run!

Everyone except lookout men.

The enemy fleet has set sail!
They’re on their way!

Brothers!

Do not be afraid of death!

We will all die one day,
whether today or in 100 years!

This place is not just Gallipoli!

Today this is Istanbul,
Erzurum, Maraş, Van, Bosnia, Baku!

Today this is Mecca and Medina!

Today we are Selahaddin!

Today we are Hamza!

Today we are Sheikh Shamil,
we are Alp Arslan!

We are Kilij Arslan,
we are Hasan of Uluabat!

Today we are victors
in the Battle of Badr!

We are heroes of the Battle of Uhud!

Today...

We are warriors
for this scarlet flag!

Today we are martyrs!

Love of the fatherland
is next to godliness, brethren!

Heaven is in our reach!
So, too, is hell!

Our sacrifices here
will never be forgotten!

They will be known to all!

Our mothers will remember us
for today!

Our fathers...

Our children...

Even our grandchildren...

And, for that matter,
the whole world...

They will remember us for today!

I may not have time for this again!

Forgive all my faults
and give me your blessing!

We give our blessing!

- Give me your blessing!
- We give our blessing!

We give our blessing!

Into position!

Allah, Allah, Allah!

Are we all set, old hand?

Even if I say no, Captain,
you won’t listen to me today.

- Muharrem?
- All set, sir.

Start her up!

You’re flying today
with a faulty engine.

Bravo!
May God be with you.

What else can I say?

Bouvet, Suffren, Triumph,

Cornwallis, Albion, Irresistible.

The admiralty flag is flying
from the Queen Elizabeth.

- What’s the situation?
- They’re taking up position, sir.

Bomb!

Children and wounded inside!

There’s a bunker downstairs.
Go on in. Children inside.

Move aside for the fire brigade.

C’mon, hurry.

Please! Help!

Isn’t there a doctor?

Mahmut! Mahmut!

Take him straight up.

Come and I’ll take you
to the doctor.

Take him straight
to the operating room.

My son! My baby! My sweetheart!

I bear witness
that there is no God but Allah,

and that Muhammad is His messenger.

What’s the situation, Selahaddin?

It’s dire at Forts Namazgah, Çimenlik,
Rumeli Mecidiye and Anadolu Hamidiye.

We must be patient. We have no choice.
Our turn will come, God willing.

God willing, Pasha.

What is this?
It isn’t a war!

The British have been
bombing unilaterally for one hour.

Why aren’t you retaliating?

The ships are out of range, Mr Ford.
We couldn’t hit if we tried.

Sir, the French ships
are moving into firing range.

Thank God! At last.
The real war starts now.

Give orders to all batteries
and forts to open fire, Selahaddin.

Yes, sir!

- God bless our campaign!
- Amen.

Hurry, boys! Quick!

Distance 10,500!

C’mon, boys!
C’mon, brothers!

Show them Dardanos Battery!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Phew! At last!

What was that?

C’mon! Everyone to work!

Fire!

We hit them!

We’ve hit Inflexible, Selahaddin!

Give immediate orders to Dardanos
to attack the beast all out!

Until they sink her!

Fire!

Inflexible!
Inflexible is listing fast!

Inflexible is listing fast!

Irresistible is in firing range.

C’mon, Fahri.

Show them why it’s said
you can shoot a bird in flight.

Rear sight 9,400 metres.

Fire!

Hello! Hello!

We need urgent backup fire, sir!

Bear up. Dardanos and nearby
units will provide support.

The enemy’s taken a knock.
Two ships are in retreat.

Hello! Hello! Hello?

Careful!

- The bandages for Dardanos...
- We’ve got them. Don’t worry.

- Erika!
- Serno!

- I’m fine.
- How’s Captain Salih?

We only have Salih and God up there.
God help us.

They’re coming.
Fire!

Damn! We missed.

Grandson!
Where are you, my love?

Casualties keep arriving outside, sir.

Shall we set up
the shed by the shelter?

Right away. Take a set of instruments.
We’ll make do here.

And check the storage tent
for discard supplies.

Yes, Captain.

Mahmut, there are
spare sheets in my room.

You check the storeroom,
I’ll go to your room.

Fetch Fuat while you’re there.
He’s best off with us.

OK, sister.

- The wings are undamaged, sir.
- Thank heavens! I’ll check the engine.

- What on earth?
- He’s going to crash!

İdris, run!

Don’t get too close!

Medic!

- Captain Salih!
- Water! Fetch some water!

- Ser... Serno.
- Serno’s fine, Captain.

- His aircraft?
- That’s fine, too.

- Good. Take me to Serno’s aircraft.
- Dear God!

Get this out of my leg.
Take me to Serno’s aircraft.

- Sir, if you don’t go to hospital...
- Don’t give me hospital!

Take me to Serno’s aircraft.
That’s an order!

Get this thing out of my leg!

Take me to Sister Nihal!

- Captain Salih!
- Take me to Sister Nihal!

- What’s happened?
- This way!

Nihal! Take me inside.
Now listen.

Hold his legs.
Let’s get him onto the bed.

- Muharrem, stop! Nihal!
- What’s happened to you?

Take that out.

- Let me tell Captain Ragıp.
- No! If he sees, he won’t let me go.

Nihal. Serno’s aircraft is OK.
You understand?

- You can’t go anywhere with that leg.
- Nihal!

Why won’t you listen?

You…

Soldier.
Let’s see to my wound.

“Why won’t you listen?”

Captain Hakkı said exactly that
to Captain Ragıp.

“Why won’t you listen?
We all die one day.”

You’re dropping like flies
before our eyes!

We don’t know who to grieve for.
Stop! Enough! I beg you!

Enough!

Pity the nation’s aircraft
if not yourself!

Of course!
All you care about is the aircraft.

Captain Salih,
I’m in no mood for jokes.

- If Captain Ragıp saw me, he’d kill me.
- Exactly! We won’t let him see.

Nihal, c’mon.

It’s only a piece of wood, Nihal.
Just do me this one favour.

- I’ll get some chloroform.
- No! Don’t put me under.

Nihal.

C’mon.

Bite on this.

Bouvet is moving towards the mines.

C’mon! Bouvet, c’mon!
C’mon, hit those mines!

God is most great!

Yes. She’s hit a mine.
One of Captain Hakkı’s mines.

Selahaddin, tell them to stop firing.
She’s sinking as it is.

Yes, sir!

What were you doing here?
Tough on your families, isn’t it?

Hundreds of lives gone to waste…

Thanks, son.

From God we come and to Him we return.

Both of them?

I’m afraid so, Pasha.

- May they rest in peace for eternity.
- Amen.

Hasan had a daughter only yesterday.

Send urgent reinforcements
to Dardanos.

If necessary, we’ll go and help too.
The boys mustn’t be left high and dry.

Yes, Pasha.

Nihal.

You told me to rest and I’ve rested.
Just...

Hear that? They’re bombarding the boys
at the batteries. Let me go.

I beg you!
Just a little longer. Please!

Captain Salih?

- Mahmut.
- Get better soon, Captain Salih.

- Thanks, Mahmut.
- Are you OK?

Yes, fine. It’s nothing serious.

Time I was going.

Don’t go!

He’s spoken!

Fuat. Son!

Good for you.

I’ll come back, promise.
Don’t be afraid, OK?

- Mahmut.
- Come here, champ.

Go.

Go, but for the love of God
take care.

Not for your sake.
For Gülmelek’s.

For our sake.

- Muharrem.
- OK.

Enemy aircraft!

Carry on, boys!

Fire!

We hit her, boys!
We hit her!

We hit her!

Inflexible, Gaulois and Suffren
are badly damaged.

We’ve sunk Bouvet and Irresistible.

Ocean is adrift.
She’ll sink any minute, sir.

We’ve sunk three Allied ships, huh?

Churchill said
they’d breeze through the straits.

Let them try!

- Get me a line to the chief of staff.
- Yes, sir!

Yes. I’m listening, yes.
The enemy’s retreating!

The enemy’s retreating!

Gallipoli is impassable!

- What’s going on?
- The enemy’s retreating.

Gallipoli is impassable!

Gallipoli is impassable!

You bombarded us nonstop
for eight hours.

You razed our shores.

But still you didn’t
sail through the straits.

Nor will you, God willing!

It’s so good to see you alive!

You, too.

C’mon, take me to Ragıp.

You won a great victory today.

Thanks to Captain Hakkı.
Thanks to our martyrs.

May they rest in peace.

Churchill says
they should continue the attacks.

Let them try.

Let them bring their King George
if they like.

- Well said, sister!
- Sehr gut!

If they shall…

If they shall come,
so shall they receive.

I got it right this time,
didn’t I?

You did, absolutely.
Good for you.

- Seems our young vet means business.
- Let me check on him.

- Doesn’t he look happy?
- Yes.

- Hope he will be in Istanbul, too.
- Let’s hope.

Istanbul?

All the hospitals are full.
With casualties from the fronts.

They sent for me
from the War Ministry.

I’m going to Istanbul to help out.

Good luck.

So you’re going to be a doctor,
huh, young vet? Good for you!

How’s your leg?

Better. Thanks.

I...

- I was going to ask you a favour.
- Go on.

This letter...
It’s for my daughter.

No.
Don’t do this to me.

- If anything happens...
- No. I won’t accept it.

If anything happens
to me in the war...

I beg you. Don’t say that.

- If I don’t come home...
- God forbid! Don’t say that.

Who knows what tomorrow will bring?
If I don’t come home,

I’d like you
to let my daughter know

with this farewell letter.

I’ll take it.

But God willing
nothing will happen to you.

And Gülmelek will have her father back
instead of this letter.

God willing.

And this letter is for you.

Once we’re victorious, I...

If you agree, of course...
That’s to say...

In this letter... Well...

In it...

I’ve written...
That sort of thing.

I’m honoured.

I’m flattered.

In this world and the next,

my heart, my whole being,

is with you forever.
It’s an honour.

Passengers for Istanbul,
all aboard!

Passengers for Istanbul,
all aboard!

Come on, hurry!

I’m so glad to have met you.

- Good luck.
- Thank you.

Istanbul is beautiful. You can play
with Gülmelek. I’ll write often.

Come on now.

Sweetheart.

May God keep you all safe.

- God speed.
- Thank you.

Passengers for Istanbul!

My dearest...

I’ve spent the happiest days
of my life with you people.

And I miss you terribly already.

I’m in Istanbul, but my mind
is always on you. On Gallipoli.

I visited your mother on arrival.

Bless her. She was so welcoming.
I was treated like a lifelong friend.

And young Gülmelek was so happy,
you should have seen her.

But young madam is very coy.
I have yet to hug her as I’d like.

She has this way of saying my name.
I want to hug and kiss her every time!

In short, we are fine here,
thanks be to God.

And in this ward we have
seriously wounded war vets.

- Sgt Hasan, how are you?
- Fine, thanks. Bless you.

My days are spent at hospital.

You can imagine,
there’s so much to do.

Fuat helps us.

He mingles with the wounded
no matter what their age.

That’s my big brother.
You know what this says?

"Pilot Captain Salih Ekrem,
hero of the Gallipoli War."

- Really?
- Yes.

But everyone at the hospital
is talking about Gallipoli.

They say the enemy will attack
with far larger forces this time.

We are with you day and night.

Our prayers are with you.
May God keep you safe.

Always remember, your loved ones here
are longing for your return.

Nihal.

My dearest Gülnihal...

Your letter
made me so very happy,

I can’t possibly
put my feelings into words.

You’re well and in good health,
thanks be to God.

Today I also had a letter from home.

Both my mother and Gülmelek
were very happy.

They adored you, too.

I long for you all so much!

Separation is worse than death,
they say. How true!

I missed you
even when you were here with me.

Now it’s a million times worse.

We have new nurses
arriving by boat from Istanbul.

I survey them closely
whenever our paths cross.

I search among them for you.

I grow excited at the thought
that you, my Nihal, may have come.

My excitement
must affect my dreams...

Because the other night
I dreamed you returned.

To the jetty where I saw you off,
what’s more.

I hope it’s a good omen.

As for life here in Gallipoli...

Everything is the same,
aside from missing you terribly.

Every day, every week
is like a repeat of 18 March.

The enemy is attacking
with all its force.

But our men are winning
victory after victory...

With officers like Mustafa Kemal

ordering them not to fight,
but to die.

They haven’t forced the straits,
nor will they, God willing.

As they have come,
so we will make them go.

Except some, of course.

God willing!

‘Except some’?

Hear that?

They’re coming!

There!

Fire!

Did we get them, sergeant?

Damn right we did, İbraam!
Like a Swiss cheese!

My dearest Gülnihal...

After seeing you off
from the jetty,

I counted first the days,
then the weeks, and now the months.

Please don’t wear yourself out
worrying about me.

The enemy has become almost invisible.

The prisoners we’ve taken say, it’s
only time before the enemy retreats.

Winter’s arrived anyway.
They have no choice but to retreat.

Take care of yourselves.

When you have time to visit my mother,
kiss her silken hands for me

and my Gülmelek’s apple cheeks.

And give our young vet
a hug and a kiss from me.

May God...

- What is it?
- There is some news!

We are saved! Thank God!

May God keep you safe.

The enemy’s fled. Gallipoli is saved!
They couldn’t get through the straits.

The flag is our glory

Our great Turkish emblem

The motherland is our life

Let our blood be sacrificed

My Dearest...

Thanks to you, Istanbul is
alive with victory celebrations.

If only you could have been here.

Even just for a few days.

I’d so love to have had these days
with you.

We were all desolate to learn
about you going urgently to Damascus.

But so be it.
The motherland needs you more.

Don’t worry about us at all.
We’re extremely safe here.

Our days are spent healing the wounds
of our Gallipoli and other veterans.

You men are fighting for our country
on new fronts.

All that has changed is where we are.

As I sign off this letter,
I want you to know with all my heart,

that I’m burning inside
more fiercely than the desert sand,

that my heart brims with thoughts
of you alone, my beloved,

and beats in joyous anticipation
of the day we’re reunited.

I would willingly give my life
to see you again for even a moment.

Our hearts and prayers
are always with you.

We look forward to your safe return,
all of us.

Forever yours, Gülnihal.

- I’ve made some tea, sir.
- Thanks, İdris.

Here, I have greetings for you
from Istanbul.

Bless you, sir.
Return my best wishes.

Of course, İdris.
I’ll do that.

Nihal.

Nihal!

C’mon, get up and let’s go to bed.
It’s so late.

OK.
You go to bed.

Sleep well. God bless.

Thanks.
Don’t be long now, will you?

Where are you, Salih?
Where are you?

Oh, fortune turned against us

Separation fell upon us

My heart burns, how it burns

Two souls in one body

You’re gone, what sorrow

My heart bleeds, how it bleeds

Oh, separation

Oh, separation

Oh, separation

Oh, fearful separation

Nihal! The mail!
The mail’s come!

Havvanur!

Naciye!

See?
You had no need to worry.

Emine!

- Here, I’m glad for you.
- Thanks.

Toprak!

Thanks.

Don’t upset yourself.

How can I help it?
It’s been two months.

I’ve heard nothing for two months.

Don’t be like that, sister.
Look, you saw.

Naciye waited four months
for her letter.

Yours will come soon, God willing.

God willing.

Just be patient.

Mahmut, hold this, will you?

- Run! Tell the doctor!
- Nihal, get up!

Get up, Nihal!

Nihal.

Nihal.

Nihal?

How do you feel, dear?

- Better. Thank you.
- Praise be! You look all right!

Give yourself a shake
and come to, huh? C’mon now.

That’s my girl.

The sergeant whose leg was amputated
the other day… Now let’s move him…

A report’s arrived from Damascus
about Captain Salih Ekrem.

He was wounded in an air battle
and captured by the British.

He’d been very badly wounded.

I believe they buried him
somewhere near the hospital.

Tell Nihal as tactfully as you can.
OK, dear?

- Yes, sir.
- Off you go now.

C’mon, Nihal. For my sake.

Get up. You haven’t left this bed
for three days.

It was all for their children,
you know.

For our children.

So they would have a future.

Our children.

Hüseyin was devoted to his son.

And Salih Ekrem to his daughter.

Gülmelek.

They all were.

What can I say, child?
May they rest in peace.

Amen.

Nihal?

My condolences, dear.
The news broke my heart.

The whole neighbourhood
was grief stricken.

Are they not home?

The news was too much for Keriman.
You know she was sick anyway.

She died that very day.
We buried her.

Salih Ekrem’s brother
took Gülmelek away the same day.

To some faraway place.
Was it Sweden or something?

Goodness. Won’t you come in
and rest a while?

I should go.
I’ll come again.

- My condolences once more.
- Thank you.

With a letter to deliver
but no address, I set out to find you.

I looked everywhere.

I even had people ask in Switzerland.

I had to honour
my promise to Captain Salih...

And so I looked for you for years.

I never stopped looking for you.
Never!

Gülmelek.

Just when I’d given up hope...

Here we are, reunited.

After coming back to Turkey...

I managed to find Major Fuat
thanks to my father’s friends.

And he, bless him, has reunited us.

My dear Fuat.
My young vet.

Nihal, my big sister.

If it’s OK with you...

I’d like to introduce you
to my husband and son.

Don’t get up.
I’ll call them.

Your son, huh?

This way.

This way.
Do come in.

My husband, Ömer.

Pleased to meet you.

And our son.

Salih Ekrem.

I’m so pleased to meet you,
Master Salih Ekrem.

It’s an honour.

For me, too.
It’s a great honour for me, too.

The wars ended.

Whenever she saw soldiers and officers

returning from the
fronts and POW camps...

It gave her fresh hope.

She clung to the belief
that Captain Salih might be alive.

She waited for years.
We both did.

Is that Mum’s handprint?

- Yes. Isn’t it tiny?
- Yes.

Look.
This is your grandfather.

Pilot Captain Salih Ekrem.

She put me through school.
I became a doctor.

We’ve been together
wherever I was posted.

Like sister and brother.
Like mother and son.

She kept waiting wherever.

She always asked about you,
if there’d been any news.

As the years went by
she became increasingly withdrawn.

She barely leaves the hospital now.

We’ve been here two years...

And it’s the first time
she’s sat under the pergola.

Some days she’s fine.
And others she gets very low.

She comes here for relief.

To pray.
And to talk with them.

Like hundreds of thousands
of families.

Like anyone who comes
to be with their loved ones.

A time long ago

A tale of great valour

Never to be forgotten

Though centuries may pass

You are our honour

You are our pride

Forever in our hearts

Though centuries may pass

Greetings, from us to you

May you all rest in peace

And in heavenly light

For ever, for eternity

Greetings, from us to you

May you all rest in peace

And in heavenly light

For ever and ever...

Remembering you
for a thousand years

With every step, with every breath

In every song, in every poem

Can never be enough, never

Greetings, from us to you

May you all rest in peace

And in heavenly light

For ever, for eternity

Greetings, from us to you

May you all rest in peace

And in heavenly light

For ever and ever...

They fought for our independence,
for our honour.

Certainly, we miss them.
But we’re happy, too.

One day sooner or later
we’ll be reunited, God willing.

One day, God willing.