If the advance runs into difficulty, we call in the Air Force with purple smoke.
First class.
And good luck, Joe! Thank you, sir.
Think you'll be able to manage it?
I've got nothing else planned for this afternoon.
I told you you should have had the bloody thing out.
What the hell's that?
It's flak.
General Bittrich! In here, Matthias.
Fantastic, isn't it?
Just once to have such power in my hands.
Red on.
Come on, move yourselves! If there's no more opposition than this on the road, we should be all right.
Where the hell do you think you're going?
B Company, to me! A Company, over there! Excuse the interruption, Field Marshal, but... British paratroopers have landed... three kilometers from here.