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[bells chiming]
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[thunder rumbles]
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[birds chirping]
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[wind whooshing]
[birds chirping]

[footsteps approaching]
[birds chirping]

[birds chirping]
[thunder rumbling]

[soft music]

- Then I saw a flame
come outta his machine.

It grew bigger and bigger.

Mick was no longer
kicking his rudder.

His nose dropped slightly

and he went into a
slow right hand turn

and hit the ground
in a burst of flame.

Poor Mick,

those hunters had shot
my major down in flames.

- What happened then?

- What the devil
are you two reading?

- We've just been reading
about Mick Mannock.

[footsteps approaching]

He died unbeaten in the sky,
proved 'em all wrong he did.

All those who said he would
never be a fighter pilot.

- So what happened to him?

- He broke one of his own rules,

followed a kill down
behind enemy lines

and German ground fire got him.

[soft music]

Just got lucky that
day, that was all.

They say every man has a bullet

with his name on it, don't they?

- That's what they say.

- Tell us the story Mom.

Tell us about the bullet
that almost got Brendan.

- You must have heard that
story a thousand times already.

Haven't you two had enough
stories for one night?

[soft music]

[book thuds]

[Mrs. Finucane exhales]

[soft music]

They were dangerous
times then in Dublin.

You were just a baby,
not yet 12 months old.

I remember it was a cold day,

especially cold for
that time of year.

You were tucked up in that
old pram, all snug and cozy.

We were on our way home.

We'd just been out shopping.

And as we approached the house,

all of a sudden

I heard a crack of gunfire

and all hell broke loose.

A fierce battle was being
put between the Irish rebels

and the English soldiers

and we were right in
the middle of it all.

Right outside our front door.

Bullets flying in
all directions.

Pew, pew, pew, pew,
pew, pew, pew, pew, pew.

I grabbed you up outta that pram

and threw myself on top of you.

It's a wonder I
didn't crush you.

And of course being
pregnant with you,

I nearly had you there and then.

Our front door seemed

so far away.

So I crawled to the only
bit of shelter I could find

that old pram.

It was then

I saw the bullet hole

[soft music]

it must have missed you
by less than an inch.

And do you know what
the chances were

of that bullet missing
you by less than an inch?

- A million to one?
- Yes.

A million to one.

So it might be true

that every man has a
bullet with his name on,

but it's the fickle
winds of fate

that guide that bullet.

Now go to sleep.

[mouth kissing]

[soft music]

[dramatic music]

- Okay, let go.
- Are you sure?

- Just let go.

- But you can't
ride a bicycle Greg.

- You know they say
that learning to fly

is just like learning
to ride a bike.

- Yeah, but much harder.

- Just let go, will ya?

[bicycle tires reeling]
[soft music]

Woo.

[mouth rumbling]
[soft music]

Woohoo

[mouth rumbling]
[soft music]

Ah.

[soft music]

Ah, I don't know.

[tires screeching]

- Jesus, Mary and Joseph. Greg!

[tires reeling]

- I'm okay.

- I think you broke
my new bicycle.

Dad's gonna kill me.

[whimsical music]

[boys grunting]
[whimsical music]

[Andy exhales]

- Your mother tells me you pair

are after getting into
another fight in school.

- He tried to take Ray's bike.

[birds chirping]

- Well, did you give
as good as you got?

- Better.

[birds chirping]

- Hey listen, we Finucanes,

we don't go looking for a fight,

but when the fun comes
knocking on our door

and by God we give them
a fight to remember.

That's the way it's always been.

Go on.

[footsteps thudding]
[soft music]

Oh, and I might as
well tell you this now

I'm after getting
a promotion at work

so we'll be moving

[soft music]
[birds chirping]

to London.

[soft music]
[birds chirping]

[soft music]

- [Mr. Atkins] Mr. Finucane?

[soft music]

Mr. Finucane?

- It's Finucane Mr. Atkins.

- Yes. Well.

I pay you to do accounts
not to daydream.

- [Brendan] Yes sir.

- Oh dear I'm late.

Opera tonight.

Mrs. Atkins has been looking
forward to this for weeks.

Lock up after you.

Where'd it go, will you?

[keys jingle]

- Yes sir.

Have a good night.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[typewriter typing]

- Tickets please.

Tickets please.

Tickets gentlemen. Thank you.

Thank you sir. Thank you.

Ticket sir?

Ticket please, sir?

Ticket. Thank you
very much. Thank you.

Thank you.

[footsteps thudding]

Next up St. Pauls.

- Excuse me.

[soft music]

[oven door closes]

- So you want your mother doing
your dirty work for you now?

I thought I'd raise my son to be

a big, strong, proud Irishman?

To stand on his own two feet.

Not hide behind my skirt.

- Mom, mom come on.

You know how things have been
between me and him recently.

It might just be
easier coming from you.

- Nothing worth having
has ever come easy.

You're too much alike, that's
always been the problem.

[hand smacking]

A good smack is what
the pair of you need

all this squabbling
all the time.

- Have they let him
know about the job yet.

And you let me go on there
about joining the RAF

knowing that I'm the only
person in the house now

with a paying job is
a crazy idea anyway.

I'll go get changed.

- Do you know I'll always
remember taking you

to that air show at Baldonnel.

I paid 10 Bob and watched
you go up in that plane.

You were so excited.

And when you landed,

you came running right up to me

and you grabbed hold of my hand

and you said to me, "This!

"This is what I want to do."

Don't you worry about us.

We'll manage.

We always do.

[door opens]

[soft music]

[door closes]

Bren has something to tell you.

[soft music]

- I wanna join the RAF dad

if they'll have me.

- I see

- They're offering short
service commissions

for successful applicants.

I'll get to fly planes
and be paid for it.

[soft music]

- Have you any idea what
they'd say back home

if they found out that one
of Andy Finucane's boys

was thinking of
joining the British-

- Joining the RAF won't make
me some kind of a deserter,

but the Irish and English
aren't fighting anymore.

These are different times now.

Dad,

this is what I want to do.

I wanna fly.

- And what happens if
they turn you down? Hmm?

You think Mr. Atkins is
just gonna take you back?

- If I fail the course,
I'm not coming home.

So you needn't worry.

- You're always one with
your head in the clouds.

[soft music]

I suppose you're
with him on this.

- I'm old enough to
make my own decision.

[dramatic music]

- Yes, I suppose you are.

[dramatic music]

[soft music]

[footsteps approaching]

- I was wondering
when you'd show up.

[footsteps thudding]

[chair creaking]
[Priest exhales]

Your father was in here earlier,

same Look on his face too.

Told me all about you

wanting to join the
British Air Force.

- It's The Royal Air Force.

Sorry.

It's just, it's the
Royal Air Force.

- Anyhow.

I tell you what I
told your father

when he was sitting there.

[Priest exhales]

You know, for the life of me,
I can't remember who it was.

Anyway, someone once said

that the cost of not
following your heart

is to spend the rest of your
life wishing that you had.

And he should know
more than most,

what with him one moment,
the big freedom fighter

leading the charge
against English

with the devil there
himself by his side

[soft music]

and then suddenly
decided he's going

to go and marry an
English woman. Hmm.

What I wouldn't give
to be a fly on the wall

when he told his father that.

[soft music]

But you know, I think maybe
he's worried about you too.

What with the paper's saying

that we might be at
war with Germany soon.

But I told him, "I'm
sure old St. Kevin

"will be looking after ya."

Aye, him for sure having
a soft spot for the birds

and the creatures
of the air. Hm.

I'm sure he'd be very
proud of our Dublin flyer.

Anyway, be off with you.

I have the Lord's work to do

and he can be a
very impatient man.

[footsteps disappearing]
[soft music]

[soft music]

[drawer opens]

[drawer closes]

- I heard you were
leaving us today?

- Oh Jean.

[gentle music]

I was gonna pop
around just after,

after I finished packing.

[Jean chuckles]

- Oh here.

[lock latches]

But I'm glad you were
going to say goodbye.

We are neighbors after all.
- Yes, of course.

I've just been busy here

sorting things out
and packing, you know.

[soft music]

You look nice.

- Thanks. But I always dress
like this for work, so.

[soft music]

- Well?

- Well I have to
go or I'll be late.

Just wanted to
wish you good luck.

[soft music]
[footsteps thudding]

- Can I?

[Brendan sighs]

Would it be all right

if I wrote to you

sometimes?

- I'd like that.

[gentle music]

- I better go,

train to catch.

- Oh, just a moment.

[footsteps approaching]

[soft music]

There. That's better.

[soft music]

Do make sure that
nothing happens to you.

- Ah. What's gonna happen to me?

- I have to go or I'll be late.

[soft music]

- You'll be off then.

[soft music]

- You take care now son.

And write to us as
soon as you can.

[soft music]

- You be a good boy now. Okay?

You too.

Mom's gonna be
keeping me updated

on all those dancing
lessons of yours.

So I'll be wanting a
dance when I get back.

Keep at it. Okay?

[soft music]

- It sounds like riding a
bike flying those things,

maybe try landing
this time, huh?

[hands tapping]

[soft music]

- Good luck, boy.

And remember-
- I know dad.

Failure is unknown in
the Finucane household.

And I meant what I said if I do.

[dramatic music]

- Go. Fly Finucane.

[dramatic music]

[airplane engine roaring]

- Excuse me.

Do you mind telling me
what do you intend to do

about that hedge that's
coming towards us?

[airplane engine roaring]

[plane crashing]

[cow mooing]

- Switch the engine off please.

[plane engine idling]

Well, Mr. Finucane
I can tell you this.

You most certainly are
not the next best thing.

No indeed.

You are the original.

[both laugh]

[both laugh]

- Why don't you just
give up Paddy, ey?

Let's face it God never intended
an Irishman to fly, did he?

Oh, don't look so sad.

[both laugh]

Oi, oi, oi, steady on lads.

What's all this about then? Eh?

Now listen. My little
four leaf clover,

I know that blockhead of yours,

likes to take a little
knock or two, doesn't it?

But trust me, you do not
wanna get into it with him.

See this? This is
Roy Battler Lane

Worcester Amateur
boxing club's champion.

How many years is
it now, Roy? Two?

- Three.

- [Dickie] Three.

- Come on Bren.

[both laugh]

[hands punching]

- Let's go Roy, come on
you got him. All right.

Hit him, hit him.

[dramatic music]

- Johnny come on.

Swing it, swing it, swing it.

[hand punches]
[dramatic music]

[dramatic music]

[hand shakes]

Oh shit.

Jonesy.

[dramatic music]

- All right Joe Lewis,

station commander would like
to see you in his office.

Now, Mr. Finucane.

[feet running]

- Pilot's abilities,

400 out of 750.

Officer qualities,

450 out of 750.

[pages ruffling]

In navigation you
managed to achieve 77%.

[paper ruffling]

These scores are indicative.

You're a pilot officer
who's average, at best.

And some of the flight
instructors tell me

you're a bit of a loner.

Keep to yourself a bit.

I'll be frank with
you, Finucane,

the only reason
you are still here

is because you're so bloody
determined to succeed.

You are a fighter.

We're at war now.

We're going to need fighters.

You're to be posted to an
operational training unit

in Harridan,

for a two week conversion
course on spitfires.

Let's see how you do
in a fighter aircraft.

But first, I want you to
take a few days leave.

Go home,

see the family,

take some time for yourself,

get some rest.

All right?

- There's no plane in
the world like a spitfire

thing of beauty to look at.

Sure is.

That Rolls Royce
Merlin engine of hers.

1,040 horsepower it is.

That means a top speed
is 374 miles per hour

and she can go as
high as 37,000 feet.

- The way you talk about
that plane makes me jealous.

[radio playing]

It must look so
beautiful from up there.

[soft music]
[birds chirping]

- It is.

[soft music]

- Look at these.

[soft music]

I've never seen yellow
roses in the wild before.

[soft music]

It was such a perfect day.

- Good luck.

[light flickers]

It's like a grand old
soft day in Ireland.

[gentle music]

[rain pours]

[thunder rumbles]
[Jean laughs]

- You can keep your grand soft
days. Thank you very much.

- Oh. It's nice
and cozy in here.

Well it's drier than
it is out there.

And we do have the
place all to ourselves.

- Hmm.

[gentle music]

♪ You got me smiling ♪

♪ You got cawing like a duck ♪

♪ Will you be the one ♪

♪ I hope ♪

♪ Darling I'll bring you ♪

♪ Out of the cold ♪

♪ Darling just everyone
smiles like you ♪

♪ When they're in love ♪

- They say that the yellow rose
is the flower for newlyweds.

[gentle music]
[rain pours]

That it symbolizes friendship,

love.

[gentle music]
[rain pouring]

[radio playing]

You are staying the whole
weak, aren't you Bren?

- No.

I'm afraid not.

I have to get back.

[soft music]
[rain pours]

I'm staying for
the weekend though.

- Only the weekend? I thought-

- They need trained
fighter pilots.

We have to be ready. You know.

[soft music]
[rain pouring]

These yellow roses

[gentle music]

They're worth fighting
for, aren't they?

I mean, it's all
worth fighting for,

isn't it?

[soft music]

- What's it like Bren, to fly?

[soft music]

- It's like,

[Brendan exhales]

I don't know.

It's like,

it's like something's
pulling you up

off the earth into the sky

and soon you're so high up

that there's nothing
above you anymore.

[airplane engine roaring]

The Earth is so far below that

[airplane engine roaring]

it's like you're not
a part of it anymore.

[airplane engine roaring]
[soft music]

It's like,

[airplane engine roaring]

It's like you've been set free.

[gentle music]

[airplane engine roaring]

- [Radio] Damn it Finucane.

You are coming in too fast.

[airplane engine roaring]
[Finucane panting]

[airplane engine roaring]

[airplane engine roaring]
[Finucane pants]

[airplane engine roaring]

- The ground's never quite
where you expect it to be,

is it Finucane?

And damn it!

If you are not satisfied with
the approach and landing,

you bloody well go round again.

I don't care how many attempts
at landing a pilot makes.

Could be 10, could be a hundred.

I don't bloody well care

as long as he gets the
plane down in one piece.

Understood?

- Sir?

[airplane engine roaring]

[suspenseful music]
[sirens wailing]

- France has fallen.

The Battle of Britain has begun.

[suspenseful music]

Well what are you
waiting for, man?

Get back up there.

- Sir.

[feet running]
[suspenseful music]

[dramatic music]

[airplane engine roaring]

[guns firing]

[airplane engines roaring]

[missile fires]

[airplane engine roaring]

[gun fires]

[airplane engine roaring]

[dramatic music]

[dramatic music]

- [Pilot] They're all over me.

They're all over me.

[gun fires]
[airplane engine roaring]

[airplane engine roaring]

[guns firing]
[radio chattering]

[guns firing]
[airplane engine roaring]

[airplane engine roaring]

[guns firing]
[airplane engine roaring]

[airplane engines roaring]

[guns firing]

[airplane engine roaring]

[suspenseful music]
[airplane engines roaring]

[suspenseful music]

[airplane engine roaring]
[suspenseful music]

[suspenseful music]
[airplane engines roaring]

[suspenseful music]
[guns firing]

[plane explodes]

[guns firing]
[suspenseful music]

You come back from a show

and find it very hard to
remember what happened.

[guns firing]
[airplane engine roaring]

Maybe you have a
clear impression

of three or four incidents.

Some tiny link in the forgotten
chain of events comes back.

[airplane engine roaring]
[suspenseful music]

[guns firing]

[plane explodes]

[guns firing]

[soft music]

The reason is everything
happened so quick.

A tremendous amount of
thinking, action, emotion.

On my last flight I
shot down two Me's

and the next day, one more.

Our guns are being
kept nice and clean

under some fine Irish linen.

So they're always ready to
shoot true and straight.

[bells chime]

[soft music]

I'm now a bonafide
flying officer.

- And I put it all down to
that Irish linen for sure.

[Mrs. Finucane chuckles]

It's a grand life
and I know I'm lucky

to be among the squadrons that
are carrying out the sweeps.

I have just heard about Ray
being recalled back from leave.

I thought it was
pretty tough on him

as he was only home
for a few days.

All my love to everyone.

Your loving son Bren.

[soft music]

I do hope he's finding
some time to relax.

[soft music]

♪ As back to they're billets ♪

♪ They crawl ♪

♪ No pain no promotion ♪

♪ This side of the ocean ♪

♪ So cheer up my lads ♪

♪ Bless 'em all ♪

- So Trixie, what
is a girl like you

doing in a war
like this then ey?.

- I don't know, why
any of us are here?

[bar music]

Maybe deep down there
is a piece of me

that hates enough to
want to be a part of it.

It's the same for all of us,

isn't it?

[bar music]

- I just wanted
to fly. [chuckles]

Right, fly everywhere.

There was a lecture in my school

all about the RAF, you
know and he said something

and I've never forget it, right?

It's always been in my mind.

He said, [chuckles]

he said, "I often think
that those who fly

"are the greatest
people on earth."

There he is the man of the hour.

How many's that now Bren?

Five, six?

No, hang on, don't
tell me, don't tell me.

Six kills and two probables.

Woohoo, who'd have thought
you had it in you, ey?

Ooh, you know what they say?

It's the quietest ones
who always hate the most.

Oh, come on. Hey. Hey. There's
nothing wrong with that.

Yeah, it's good honest emotion.

Nothing wrong with it.

- I don't hate them.

[bar music]

When I'm up there, I'm
aiming at the machines

not at the lads inside.

[bar music]

It's just a game.

That's all.

[bar music]

Oh yeah.

Pit yourself against them.

Beat him to the position
so that he's your target.

Get him before he gets you.

It's my skill against his.

That's how it is for me.

- I'll tell you this
for nothing, this man

is living proof

that even the most
ham-fisted pilots

can make the best fighters.

Ain't that the truth?

[Roy chuckles]

- Well, fighter always comes
before pilot doesn't it?

- It does

To us.

The gladiators of
the sky. [laughs]

- The knights of the air.

- [Dickie] Oh. To us,
the knights of the air.

- [All] Knights of the air.

[suspenseful music]

- That's German bombers.

[suspenseful music]

- Southampton.

- Didn't you say you have
family at Southampton once Bren?

- My aunt and uncle.

- I'll get my car.

[suspenseful music]
[feet running]

[fire crackles]
[suspenseful music]

- How can you see all
this and not feel hate?

I do feel hate.

I do.

And I will until
every last German

has been shot out of the sky

[suspenseful music]
[fire crackling]

[suspenseful music]
[airplane engine roaring]

[Brendan moans]
[guns firing]

- Ireland may have declared
itself neutral in this war,

but by God the
Irish are the most

belligerent neutrals I ever saw.

I'm recommending you for a DFC.

Congratulations Acting
Flight Lieutenant.

You are also to be given
command of a flight

in 452 squadron.

They're Australian.

Decent fellows, a little
green around the gills

but I think you'll be the
man to whip them into shape.

[Kaminski laughs]

- Come on boys.

[crowd cheers]

Come on down there.

Come on there.

[crowd cheering]

- All I did was try to explain
the rules of rugby sir.

[crowd chatters]

- He's down. I've got him.

[crowd chatters]

- Right.

Where's me hat?

[upbeat music]

- Welcome to 452.

[upbeat music]

Trustcott's the name. But
everyone calls me Bluey

and I know it's not strictly
uniform protocol, sir,

but do you mind?

- Cricket man, are ya?

- Yeah. Was captain of
the high school team,

but more of a football
man these days.

- Footballer.

[soft music]

Career going well then?

[soft music]

- The redheaded bullet,
they called him.

He was the half-forward
flanker for Melbourne.

And I will never forget.

Hey, you remember the grand
final against Collingwood?

- Yeah, of course,
- Of course you do.

'cause you were getting a bit

of a thrashing that
day, weren't you?

Right up until the third quarter

where he bloody well goes
and kicks the greatest goal

I've ever bloody seen.

I mean that must have been a
hundred yard kick at least.

- Yeah.
- Yeah. What a kick?

- You were in your
glory then mate.

And you should've
heard the crowd.

There must've been a hundred
thousand people you reckon?

- Something like
that, so many people.

- Showed some guts that day.
- Yeah.

- Guts and sheer bloody
minded determination.

That's what took the day.

The meek may inherit
the earth my friends

but they'll never win
a game of football

- [Man] Too bloody right.

- Well there's
might be the earth,

but ours is the sky.

- I'll drink to that.
- [Crowd] Cheers.

[glasses clanking]

- Is it true you shot down
the Jerry's number one.

Gallant?

Some of the boys were saying
it was the Polish fella

Dropinsky.

- Yeah, he fights with
real heart that one

doesn't take any prisoners.

He'd have made a bloody
good football player.

[all laugh]

- He fights like a Pole.

We're lucky to have
them on our side.

- Oh, let's hope if you
get 'em Kaminski, eh?

- Nostrovia.

- Hey, what did they
give you that DFC for?

[all laugh]

- Come on, Nick, he's
just a little slow.

You don't keep up with
the war much do you mate?

He'd been going home
for a bloody year

before he even knew
it was happening.

[all laugh]

- A whole year?

- Well you see Mick is from a
little place called Timboro.

- Where's that?

- It's in the middle
of bloody nowhere.

[all laugh]

- And they don't have
newspapers there?

- They got 'em, but his mom
and dad were hiding 'em.

Broke the wireless too.

He only found out
when he went into town

and saw the posters
to join the Air Force.

Ain't that right?

- Yeah.

- Yeah. Well I'm sure
you're gonna be a real asset

to the Air Force mate.

Your parents will be proud.
- Yeah.

- Thank you sir.

I'm sure I've got a lot of
catching up to do yet though.

[bar music]

- Ah. Right.

[bar music]

[glass thuds]

I'll see you boys at 0600 hours.

- Oh what for?

- We'd like to get a
couple hours practice in

before breakfast.

- Jesus.

- Besides some of us have
some catching up to do.

- Oh bloody help Mick.

[upbeat music]

[airplane engine roars]

[soft music]

[airplane engine roars]

- You've got 109's on your tail.

[airplane engine roars]

You won't see him until he's
opening fire on your arse.

[soft music]

[airplane engine roars]

So if you ever get left
behind in the formation,

you better weave like hell.

[airplane engine roaring]

I'm with 452 Squadron.

There are a bunch of Australians

and my first impression
of them is, what a bunch.

They're raw lads willing
to put their backs into it,

but they seem to like to
do things their own way.

- Ah, come on Finnu,
you can't be serious.

Every time we walk
past that flag,

we've gotta flaming well salute?

- There are two things we
expect you to understand

in the Royal Air Force.

The first is the
English language

and the second is discipline.

Now I think you all have a
fairly good grasp of the first

and the second

you will learn.

[airplane engine roaring]

So you'd better pull
the bloody finger out.

[airplane engine roaring]

- Alright lads, you heard
the squadron leader.

Let's show him how we
bloody well salute.

[footsteps thudding]

Attention.

[feet stomping]

[airplane engine roaring]

- Now that flag might
not mean anything to you,

but I will have
discipline in my squadron.

Am I clear?

- Permission to speak, sir?

- What is it Truscott?

- Most of us joined
this squadron

because we knew
that sooner or later

the war was gonna come
knocking at our doors too.

And by standing here we'd stand
a better chance of winning.

But even if that
wasn't the case,

I think most of us would
still be standing here

'cause of that bloody flag. Sir.

[soft music]

- All right, you're dismissed.

[soft music]
[feet stomping]

[footsteps thudding]
[soft music]

- That bloody Finney's
becoming a large royal pain

in the arse.

- No. Finney's all right.

He's just been
spending too much time

with those bloody pom officers.

Poor sod's starting to
think he's one of them.

♪ Tangerine ♪

- Look at the state
of those buttons.

Have you not ironed that
shirt and those shoes?

Have you no self-respect, man?

You may think that the
RAF has a reputation

for not looking
after that uniform.

But by God, I'll have
clean shoes in my squadron.

[all laugh]

- That's pretty good, mate.

Yeah, maybe if he
got a little whistled

once in a while,
he'd loosen up a bit.

- Now boys drink
clouds the mind.

you need to stay sharp
and focused oh you do.

I'll not have anyone
getting pissed.

[all laugh]

- What do you think
he means when he says

"Pull your finger out?"

Like pull it out from where?

[all laugh]

- I don't know, Mick

But I can tell you where he
can bloody well shove it.

[radio playing]

[throat clearing]

[radio playing]

[footsteps approaching]

♪ Tangerine ♪

♪ When she dances by ♪

- I think now might
be a good time

to discuss battle
tactics, don't you?

[radio playing]

Over a few beers, maybe.

[radio playing]

- You paying, sir?

- Only if you're getting
the second round.

- Great, sounds good to me boys.

[crowd cheers]

- Oh, just one
more thing, Raife,

for Christ's sake,
just call me Paddy.

Everyone else in this
bloody country does.

[footsteps disappearing]
[radio playing]

[footsteps approaching]

[hand taps]

[radio playing]

It's just like being
in the ring, you know

some pilots are all better to
their left than their right.

But you always have to take
your play off the other fella,

you know, don't hang around
just bam, bam and out.

Now don't just take a happy
swing at anyone who comes by.

You'll find yourself outta
position within 10 seconds.

And remember, an
overenthusiastic right thumb

can lead to a shortage of ammo

and a shortage of ammo
when you're surrounded

by a dozen 109's, can lead

to acute embarrassment,
gentlemen.

And never let anyone
harmonize your sites.

It's a simple job.

And if your site is out,
your next victory is out.

Now, according to
the met office, we're
keeping the weather.

So an early start
tomorrow gents.

Up at a sparrows fart.

[birds chirping]

[airplane engine roaring]

- You all right?

[airplane engine roaring]

I just had this dream last night

[airplane engine roaring]

that I prang the control tower.

- That wasn't a dream mate.

No, that was a
bloody premonition.

One of us is bound
to do at some point.

[airplane engine roaring]

[airplane engine roaring]

- Now the Spit, she's just
like a thoroughbred racehorse.

No different.

[airplane engine roaring]

A little skittish and hard
to handle on the ground.

[airplane engine roaring]

And occasionally she has a mind

to try and take you somewhere
you didn't wanna go.

[plane door opens]

Practice makes perfect.

No more so when it comes
to target practice.

After all, what's of more
value against the huns?

The crack flyer

or the crack shot?

- Well, I guess we all better
be bloody crack shots then.

- Well at least a crack
shot can deal effectively

with anything you can
lure within range.

Sure all the other fellow can
do is take evasive action.

It is no use being
a skillful pilot

if you are not a
successful fighter.

The hard, vital core
of that spitfire

is in its guns.

It's what she's made for lads.

Likewise for you idiots.

[airplane engine roaring]

The whole of a fighter
pilot's training

is directed towards
that one moment.

[airplane engine roaring]

When he has his
enemy in his sites.

[airplane engine roaring]

- Bandits. Seven o'clock.

- Okay.

- Now you fellas are gonna see

just what this war is all about.

[airplane engines roaring]

- In selecting your target,

it is a golden rule to
choose one and go for him.

[airplane engines roaring]

Wait until his wing tips
overlap the horizontal

graticule lines, aim for
the center of the fuselage.

[gun fires]

Don't look up to see the result.

Keep perfectly still
and do it again.

[gun fires]

[airplane engine roars]

And believe it or not,
things will start happening.

[airplane engine roars]

[guns firing]

[airplane engine roars]

[gun fires]

[airplane engine roars]

[gun fires]

[bullets clanking]

[airplane engine roaring]

Keep together. Keep together.

[airplane engine roaring]

About three o'clock.

Keyhole squadron break right.

[airplane engine roars]

[guns firing]

If in trouble, keep turning

and work your way down the deck.

Whatever happens, we
have to stick together.

Lone wolves make
very easy targets.

They're always the
ones who get it first.

[airplane engine roaring]

These 109's are fast.

[airplane engines roaring]

But you take them
up to 18,000 feet

the spit can turn twice as fast.

[airplane engine roaring]

[gun fires]

[airplane engine roaring]

[guns firing]

[water splashes]

[airplane engine roaring]

- [Radio] Calling
keyhole red leader.

Bandits spotted, angels
20 heading north wield.

[soft music]

[airplane engine roaring]

[dog barking]
[airplane engine roaring]

[airplane engine roaring]

[dog barking]

[airplane engine roaring]

- Bloody hell.
- Yeah.

I got a bit of a
prang I'm afraid

- By Christ sir, you must
have some luck with you.

No wonder they call it the luck.

- Don't fecking say it, chief.

- I saw you get a squirt
at that bugger, sir.

- Bloody great.

- How did you manage
to shoot at that angle?

You must have been at the
top of your climbing term

when you fired those cannons.

- It was fired more in
hope than anything else.

- That was 500 yards,
I reckon Paddy.

- You lucky bastard.

- Did you get one Blue?

- One certain, one probable.

- [Brendan] Anyone see me land?

What'd it look like?

- Blimey, no wonder they call
'em the demolition squad.

[upbeat music]

[soft music]

♪ Tangerine ♪

[door opens]

♪ She is all they claim ♪

[lighter flickers]

♪ Tangerine ♪

[soft music]

- Just giving it a little
spit and polish sir.

[soft music]

- You're some man Chiefy.

[upbeat music]

In every squadron
there is a plane

that is something more than
a pattern of steel and wood.

[upbeat music]

[airplane engine roaring]

More than instruments
and mechanism.

It's a living, graceful thing

that carries the
spirit of the squadron.

[bomb explodes]

[upbeat music]

The 452 Squadron.

It's the flying sham.

[airplane engine roaring]
[upbeat music]

[guns firing]

[upbeat music]

[guns firing]

[upbeat music]

[airplane engines roar]

[guns firing]

[airplane engine roars]

[bells chime]

[upbeat music]

[airplane engines roar]

[guns firing]

[upbeat music]

[guns firing]
[plane explodes]

[upbeat music]

- Look at that boys.

They're all going
home for lunch.

[upbeat music]
[airplane engines roar]

[radio playing]

[bell chimes]

[feet running]
[airplane engine roars]

- Mick. Come on.

- No, no, it's my
lighter. I can't find it.

- Bloody leave it.

- It's my lucky lighter.
- Come on.

[footsteps thudding]

[airplane engine roaring]

[clock ticking]

[airplane engine roars]
[soft music]

[footsteps approaching]
[soft music]

[soft music]

- It was under his bed.

[soft music]

It was under his bloody bed.

[soft music]

[lighter flickers]
[soft music]

[telephone rings]

[upbeat music]

- Show on chaps. See you
all there in five minutes.

Briefing in 20.

Blue, you're my number two.

- Alright, all right.

- Chissa tell Chiefy I
want those aircraft ready

for takeoff at 1450 hours.

Chissa?

[upbeat music]

Is everything alright?

[upbeat music]

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. Absolutely.

[upbeat music]

- All right.

[upbeat music]

- You all right mate?

- Yeah, yeah. No, I
just need a smoke.

[soft music]

[door closes]

[airplane engine revving]

[lighter flickers]

[airplane engine roars]

[Chissa exhales]

[airplane engines roaring]

- [Paddy] Red leader to base

no sign of enemy fighter escort.

Requesting permission to engage?

- [Base] Red leader, you are
clear to engage. Good hunting.

[airplane engine roaring]

[guns firing]

[airplane engines roar]

Keep those eyes peeled now.

[airplane engine roars]

[gun fires]

- Okay Paddy, I've got him.

[airplane engine roars]

[Paddy laughs]

[airplane engine roars]

[airplane engines roar]
[guns firing]

[Paddy panting]

[guns firing]

[airplane engine roaring]
[suspenseful music]

[airplane explodes]

[airplane engine roars]

- Three o'clock Blue.

About six of them.

- I see 'em, Paddy.

- [Pilot] For Christ sakes
will you all just shut up

and give the rest
of us a chance?

[guns firing]
[airplane engines roar]

[dramatic music]

[airplane engine roars]
[guns firing]

- They're all over me.

[dramatic music]

[guns firing]

[bullet fires]

- Bloody hell mate.

[airplane engine roars]

[suspenseful music]

[guns firing]

[plane explodes]

[guns firing]

[plane explodes]

[guns firing]

[plane explodes]

[airplane engines roar]

All right boys,

let's go home.

[airplane engines roars]

[upbeat music]

Just look at that view boys.

Now that's something
worth fighting for.

[soft music]

[airplane engines roar]

[soft music]

[airplane engines roar]

[dog barks]

[soft music]

[airplane engine roars]

[soft music]

[airplane engines roar]

- Woohoo. The flying Shamrock.

[soft music]
[airplane engines roar]

- [Radio Announcer]
From dawn to dusk

over occupied France, despite
the German resistance.

- I was listening to that.

- A woman like you should be out

having fun, meeting new people.

[Jean exhales]

Not stuck in here every weekend

listening to that thing.

- Father please, just
don't start this again.

- What your father
is trying to say is,

yes, we understand

you have feelings for the boy.

- Feelings?

- But look, you
are still so young.

The both of you

far too young to be
so in love when the-

- Well we are in love mother.

So you're just going to
have to deal with it.

- You're too young
to know what love is.

And I suppose that Finucane boy,

well, he's more in
love with flying round

and being a war hero than
he is in love with you Jean.

I mean,

I like the boy of-

- What do you know about
being in love anyway?

- No, no wait.

- You have never looked at
mother the way he looks at me.

[soft music]

- Jean?

You know Mrs. Baxter
down the road?

She had a telegram this morning.

It was her son, George.

You know, he's only
just got married.

That poor girl.

A widow at 22.

Don't you see?

We're only trying to
stop the heartache.

- What was it that
Tennyson said?

Better to have loved

and lost

than never to have loved at all.

[clock ticking]

[soft music]

[upbeat music]

[guns firing]

[airplane engines roaring]

[bullet fires]

[airplane engine roars]

- I can't see them.

[airplane engine roars]

[bullets firing]

[guns firing]

[bullets firing]

[airplane engines roar]

[Paddy pants]

[Paddy moans]

[airplane engines roar]

[guns firing]

[plane explodes]

[Paddy moans]

[airplane engine roars]

[Paddy pants]

[heart throbs]

[curtain opens]

- Little Birdie told me
today is your birthday.

Happy birthday Squadron Leader.

Oh, congratulations.

I read in the newspaper

that you were to be awarded
a second bar to your DFC

and the distinguished
service order.

[footsteps thudding]

Oh, it must be wonderful to
have so many people write to you

from all over the world too.

- Most of them are
marriage proposals.

- Oh.

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday you
little Irish bastard ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

- [Soldiers] Yay.

- I'm sorry sister. We just,
we've missed him is all.

- Oh no, it's quite all right.

Well I'll come back later
and I'll check up on you.

[footsteps thudding]

- Sister.
- Thank you.

[footsteps disappearing]

[book thuds]

- Feast your eyes on that.

A lovely two page spread
on the RAF's finest.

A bunch of crazy Aussies led
by an even crazier Irish fella.

You couldn't make it up.

How's the leg?

- Ah. Hardly gives
me any bother.

- How you managed to land
without a crack up Paddy

I'll never know.

You certainly did
have all the luck

of the Irish on your
side that night.

- Yeah. Anyway,
how are you lads?

- Yeah. Yeah. Alright.

Yeah, Chissa got himself
shot down three days ago.

And um,

well yesterday
Jimbo's luck ran out

on a bloody training exercise

with that replacement Sergeant
Williams, mid-air collision.

Can't think of a
worse way to go.

- Here, what's all this?

[all laugh]

Oh, from a land girl

somewhere among the turnips.

My dearest Brendan, [chuckles]

I want to feel your
breath on my shoulders

and hear your laugh.

You can't imagine
how much I want you

at this present moment.

I can't wait to feel
your touch. [laughs]

- There's more.

[paper ruffles]

Oh, this one is from a blond
admirer, Ms. Betty Davis.

- I don't suppose there's one

from a Miss Rita Hayworth
in here, is there?

- No, he's not that lucky.

[Raife chuckles]

Ah, you know you're gonna
break a million hearts

when you finally
pop the question

to that Shelia of
yours, don't you?

[Paddy chuckles]

Oh, come on.

For some reason she thinks
you're the ants pants mate.

[door knocking]

- Men.

- Sir.

Right, we'll be off then mate.

We should be back by six.

- I'll be seeing you boys soon.

- Look after yourself.

- Sir.

- Come on boys.

[footsteps thudding]

[door closes]

How are you feeling, Paddy?

- Don't worry sir.

I'll be up and outta this
bed in no time at all.

[Captain chuckles]

- Well, the doctor seems
to think that leg of yours

might need some time to heal.

- Well, if Bader can
fly with no legs,

I think I can manage with one.

- Hmm.

Spitfire Paddy.

Hmm. You know, even the
Americans are asking

to borrow some of our Spitfires

and the prime minister.

The old boys pushing
the air ministry

to form a whole Shamrock wing.

And I think we'll get one too.

But in the meantime,

your to begin command

of the Hornchurch wing.

- Sir.

- Happy birthday wing commander.

[birds chirping]
[footsteps thudding]

- Well done Wing Commander,
that's two laps today.

- Ah, yeah.

See, all you had to do

was gimme a pair of wings.

I'll be flying outta here

by the end of next week.

[crutches clank]

- Look, Mr. Passion Pants.

- He's quite the ladies man.

Though his charms don't
seem to work on matron.

She doesn't approve of
our Mr. Passion Pants.

"This is a hospital. It's
not a country house weekend,"

is what she's always saying.

[birds chirping]

How's your tea?

- Hmm.

[cup clanks]

It's lovely.

- You're a terrible liar.

[both laugh]

It's perfectly dreadful.

I'm sorry, it's the
best that we have.

[nurse sighs]

[birds chirping]

You know, it's rather
wonderful what we can do today

with surgery.

Things have come a long way
in the last couple of years.

You won't believe
some of the treatments

that we're able to do now.

It's quite remarkable.

[birds chirping]

♪ Though I walk through the
valley shadow of death ♪

♪ I will fear no evil ♪

♪ For thou art with me ♪

♪ Thy rod and thy staff ♪

♪ Comfort me ♪

- Well done boys.
Well done. That's it.

We are done for today.

[footsteps thudding]

- Up the shamrock.

- Now now boys,
remember where you are.

You are in the house of the Lord

and if there's any
shouting to be done in here

it will be done by me.

[footsteps approaching]

Those boys think you are going

to be winning this
war single handed.

- Yeah. Why wouldn't they?

That stuff they read about me.

Finucane, scourge
of the Luftwaffe.

Tell you what they won't
read in the papers,

at most nights you
wake up in a cold sweat

and there are days that
you just feel like,

like you're a walking graveyard.

I tell you what though,

if I could end this muck
single handedly, I would.

I swear to Christ I would.

Sorry.

- This war's being staged
for the world to see.

And I'm afraid before it's over

many more are gonna have
to take up the gauntlet.

Some say it's a calling,

a crusade you might say.

[soft music]

May not even near
its standard rear

against the cause of freedom.

Oh, the Shamrock, the green

immortal Shamrock

chosen leaf.

Of bard and Chief.

It's in your blood.

[soft music]

Anyway, how's Jean?

I haven't seen her for a while.

- Oh, she's grand.

Just busy with work I imagine.

- Yes. I should imagine so.

I mean the minister's work
is vital to the war effort.

So when are you two
gonna make it official?

Now, normally I'd
be here telling you

that marriage isn't
something you rush into.

Isn't that what you both want?

- Of course it is.

What good is it having
a beautiful wife at home

when there's a German
sitting on my tail wind?

The shamrock will only
keep me safe for so long.

- Yeah well don't put your
faith in lucky charms.

- I'm not, it's not that
I'm afraid to die. I'm not.

It's just

I won't be a burden to anyone.

[soft music]

It wouldn't be fair.

- Trust in tomorrow, yea
as little as you may.

But trust in love.

But look we all know,
love bears all things.

Hopes all things.

[upbeat music]

♪ Blue skies ♪

♪ Smiling at me ♪

♪ Nothing but blues skies ♪

♪ Do I see ♪

♪ Blue birds ♪

♪ Flying on high ♪

- Hey Blue?

♪ And nothing but blue birds ♪

- Did you hear about
those Japanese?

They didn't take no prisoners.

- Yeah, I can say the
same thing about you mate.

♪ Never saw the sun
shining so bright ♪

♪ Never saw things
going so right ♪

♪ Noticing the
days hurrying by ♪

♪ When you are in love ♪

♪ My oh they fly oh ♪

♪ Blue days ♪

♪ All of them gone ♪

♪ Nothing but blue skies ♪

♪ From now on ♪

♪ Blue skies smiling at me ♪

♪ Nothing but blue skies ♪

- I often think, quite
often being in my choir?

Well will he never beat
the crack shop than he is?

[Mrs. Woolford laughs]

Oh, I remember all the
times I'd catch him

flicking those paper
pellets down on some poor

unsuspecting member
of my congregation.

You was on that big hat,

Mrs Blyton used to wear to mass.

You remember it?

[Mrs. Woolford laughs]

- Now dear, remember

you promised you'd stay away
from the punch this time?

- Yes Dear.

- Oh Father.

Have you seen our notice board?

We have an orchestra coming.

Now I must invite you to
meet the founder, Nigel.

I think I saw him over there.

I'm sure he'd be so intrigued
to hear about your choir.

If I could steal you away.

[footsteps thudding]

- I don't suppose you've seen
my fiance anywhere, have you?

- I think I saw him going
into the hallway. Yes.

- Father, don't worry,
I won't tell mother.

- There you are.
- Oh hello.

- Show us the ring.

- Oh, it's beautiful.
- [Woman] It's gorgeous.

[band playing]

♪ I like New York in June ♪

♪ How about you? ♪

- And what are you looking
so self satisfied about?

- Mum didn't I
tell you those two

will end up getting married?

- Well.
♪ How about you? ♪

- They certainly make
a very grand couple,

don't they?
- Grand. Very grand.

Where's the old bugger?

- Hey, what you
doing out here mate?

You know that party's
for you, right?

Or did you forget?

- I don't like all the fuss.

Besides, I have to give
my good dancing leg

a rest now, don't I?

Congratulations.

Squadron leader.

- Yeah. I reckon
those extra stripes

will look good at the
end of these arms, ey?

I owe it all to you mate.

Well good luck with
the 602 squadron Paddy.

I hear those Canadians are a
bit rough around the edges.

- Ah, don't worry about
that. I'll smooth them out.

- Yeah, well,

I'm want you to take that.

[band playing]

I'll be wanting it back
mind, next time I see you.

- Yeah, I'll look
after it for you.

- Well then let's
see how it looks.

[Paddy sighs]

There we go.

Now you look at
fair dinkum Aussie.

[band playing]

[footsteps approaching]
[women giggling]

Hello ladies.

- Hello handsome.

[footsteps thudding]
[ladies giggling]

[footsteps thudding]

[soft music]

[footsteps approaching]

- It's a good turnout.

- It is.

I was just,

I was wondering what old Dave
would think about all this.

Andy Finucane's boy in the RAF.

- Well apparently Churchill
wants a whole Shamrock wing now.

- My God.

Is that right?
- [Jean] Oh, there you are.

[footsteps approaching]

- I best be going back inside,

I promised his mother a dance.

- Ah.

[footsteps thudding]

- You two seems to
be getting on well.

- Yeah.

- So he's finally
warmed up to the idea

of you being-
- A turncoat?

- Such a beautiful night

- That it is.

I mean all those stars,

they don't hold a candle

to the brightness
of your cheeks.

- Alright Romeo.

- Oh was that Shakespeare?

- Mm.

- Thought that was me.

Oh, would you look,
even the moon's

trying to hide her face now.

[Jean laughs]

- You know,

I hate to think that out there

somewhere,

someone's writing up orders

that will take you
away from me, again.

- You're sure about this?

- I mean-
- No regrets remember.

- No regrets.

- Tell me about Australia again.

- I thought-

- Woman can change
her mind, can't she?

- Okay.

[Jean chuckles]

Well, me and Bluey

we're gonna start
our own business.

- Hmm.

- Chartered flying.

That's the one for us.

I know Bluey's got
it all worked out.

Of course we haven't
decided on a name yet.

- Well Bluey seems
to think it's going

to be called Truscott
and Finucane.

- Oh, does he now?

- Don't worry, I
set him straight.

Finucane and Trustcott
is going to be the name.

After all I'm going to be
a Finucane now, you know?

- It's gonna be a good life.

Best part,

is that we'll have time.

[soft music]

- Can't we just go

run away together?

[soft music]

- I wish we could.

But erm,

our guests,

you know

they're depending on us.

- I know.

[soft music]

[both laugh]

- Oh, look at you.

- Yeah, my bad leg and all.

- Mm. I like it.

[soft music]

Shall we?

- Yeah, I'll er-

I'll follow you in,
I'll just be a minute.

- Well don't be too
long now Mr. Finucane.

[footsteps thudding]

[soft music]

- Heard you boys were on the
graveyard shift last night?

There you go lad,

- Cheers Sarge.

[birds chirping]

We can close up today then Bill.

- He's been testing
her all morning.

He just told me to
take the crash pad out.

- Ey? What for?

- He's been testing
those new mark nines.

He said the first thing they did

was remove the bloody headrests.

- So what's he gonna
have between his head

and the armor plate behind then?

- Nothing.

- Hey Sarge, you reckon it's
gonna be a big show today?

- I don't know lad.

I don't know.

The orders are in gentlemen.

Our target is a German
army camp at Étaples.

This will be a fighter ramrod.

Now this is going to be
a pretty big show chaps

the largest of its kind

and the Hornchurch
wing are leading it.

Wing Commander.

- According to the
latest weather reports,

we can expect some
light flack I'm afraid.

But the good news is, there
should be some scattered clouds

at 2000 to 3000 feet.

So, perfect visibility
over target.

81 and 154 squadrons will
take off at 1150 hours.

122 Squadron will
also be joining us.

The route, east from the
Thames to Pevensey Bay

heading out over the
channel at naught feet.

Right on the deck chaps.

We'll be getting air support
from the north Wield wing

and we should
reach the target...

Well, we should arrive
just in time for lunch.

[all laugh]

Now I want you all to
study those photos.

Take note of where
the officer's mess is

because if anyone
hits that target

there will be
almighty hell to pay.

'Cause I'm saving that
target for myself.

- Make sure you serve 'em up
a nice round of hot lead, sir.

[all laugh]

- Alright. Alright.

Any questions?

We leave at 11:50.

[suspenseful music]

[airplane engine roaring]

- Okay, chaps, remember
keep those eyes peeled now.

- [Pilot] Roger.

[suspenseful music]

[airplane engines roaring]
[suspenseful music]

[guns firing]

- [Radio] We've just been hit.

I see them, two of them
hiding above the hills.

[guns firing]

- Keep on course
lads. Keep on course.

[airplane engines roaring]

- It's reading you sir.

Sir?

- I know Yellow tube,

but I can see she's
running a temperature.

[airplane engine roaring]

I'm turning out.

- [Radio] Roger.

[suspenseful music]

- I'll be hot on your tail sir.

- [Radio] We'll get
'em good for you sir.

- Yeah, you better.

Or they'll be trouble
when you get back.

[airplane engine roaring]

[guns firing]

- I killed the bastards.

[airplane engine roaring]
[suspenseful music]

- Come on old girl.

Come on.

[airplane engine roars]
[suspenseful music]

[airplane engine roaring]

Butch.

Get as high as you can.

I'm gonna have to
ditch her in the drink.

- Roger Wilco. Sir.

- That thing will sank
like a bloody stone.

[Paddy panting]

[airplane engine roaring]

- Okay, this is it chaps

[suspenseful music]

[airplane engine roaring]
[Paddy panting]

[suspenseful music]
[airplane engine roars]

- [Jean] No regrets remember.

- [Brendan] No regrets.

[suspenseful music]

[water splashes]

[suspenseful music]

- I can't see him.

[suspenseful music]

I can't see him.

[airplane engine roars]

[soft music]

[wind whooshing]

[gate opens]

[footsteps approaching]

[door knocking]

[soft music]

[door opens]

[soft music]

- Which one is it?

- Bren.

[soft music]

I'm sorry.

[soft music]

[Mrs. Finucane sobs]
[soft music]

[soft music]

[soft music]
[footsteps thudding]

- Mr. and Mrs. Finucane sir.

- Yes. Thank you Sergeant.
- Thank you sir.

[footsteps thudding]

- Thank you both

for coming.

We have some photographers
from the press waiting.

But first I just wanted to
tell you both, personally,

how very sorry I
am for your loss.

It was all just-
- They said it was

a million to one chance.

The bullet that got him.

That's what they said, isn't it?

The newspapers.

- Yes. He was a remarkable
man. Mrs. Finucane.

A remarkable man.

We will be in his debt, always.

- Thank you.

[soft music]

- Mr. and Mrs. Finucane?

Have you anything to
say to our readers?

[soft music]

[camera flashes]

[airplane engine roars]

[soft music]

- [Poet] May Valour ne'er

his standard rear

[airplane engine roaring]

against the cause of freedom

Oh, the Shamrock,

[airplane engine roaring]

the green and immortal Shamrock

[soft music]
[airplane engine roaring]

[airplane engines roar]

[soft music]

[upbeat music]

♪ Bless 'em all ♪

♪ Bless 'em all ♪

♪ The long and the
short and the tall ♪

♪ Bless all the sergeants ♪

♪ And the W01's ♪

♪ Bless all the corporals ♪

♪ And they're blinking sons ♪

♪ 'Cause we're saying
goodbye to them all ♪

♪ As back to their
billets they crawl ♪

♪ You'll get no promotion ♪

♪ This side of the ocean ♪

♪ So cheer up my lads ♪

♪ Bless 'em all ♪

♪ Bless 'em all ♪

♪ Bless 'em all ♪

♪ The long and the
short and the tall ♪

♪ Bless all the Sargents ♪

♪ And WO1's ♪

♪ Bless all the corporal's
and their blinking sons ♪

♪ 'Cause they're
saying goodbye ♪

♪ To them all ♪

♪ As back to their
billets they crawl ♪

♪ You'll get no promotion ♪

♪ This side of the ocean ♪

♪ So cheer up my
lads bless 'em all ♪

♪ You'll get no promotion ♪

♪ This side of the ocean ♪

♪ So cheer up my lads ♪

♪ Bless 'em all ♪

[upbeat music]

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