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- Crew report. Navigator. - Check.

- Bombs. - Check.

- Waist gunners. - Check.

- Radio. - Check.

Ball turret gunner.

Check.

- Amen. - Tail gunner.

Check.

- Top turret gunner. - Check.

It's just us, boys. Stay alert.

Tell you when I got scared.

It was when they gave us the chocolate bars.

And the extra smokes.

And a John Wayne movie in the mess.

'Cause when brass is nice to you, means you're about to get fucked.

No shame in being afraid.

But Zeke…

Hell, Zeke weren't afraid of nothin'.

Tonight, gentlemen, you will be threading a needle.

A strike of critical importance to the war effort

on a well-protected target.

Command has determined a single bomber has the best chance of evading detection,

and you're the finest crew we've got.

So you're flying into France alone.

You'll have a fighter escort across the Channel, but that's it.

And your target is a church just south of the German border.

Anyone got a problem with that?

Not if it's a Protestant church, sir.

Just another target, sir.

Sir, so, uh, who's the accountant?

Let me introduce you to Mr. Fuck You, Don't Ask.

And for the duration of the mission, this man is in charge.

Name's Coombs.

Come on. Just bricks and mortar, Preacher.

Show some respect, will ya? It's a house of God.

No sane person can doubt the hereafter.

We're supposed to be taking orders from this guy?

What a load of malarkey.

I believe in what I can see and touch, and maybe half of what I hear.

There's enough real shit to worry about without inventing fairy tales.

In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

Aw, come on. You too, Tap?

Raised in it.

One born every minute.

Brace yourselves, boys

Left wing got tagged.

Fuck the flak. Fuck the flak. Fuck the flak.

Steady. Eggs?

Close, Cap! Less than ten!

Five.

Ready!

Five, four…

…three…

…two…

Wait! Hold the fucking bombs!

Wait. Not yet! Not yet!

Coombs, she can't take much more of this.

Not yet!

Now… Now!

Rise, my child.

Got 'em! Take that!

- We did it! - Yeah, all right!

Yeah!

Well done, boys. We're heading home.

- No, no, no, no, no. - Incoming! We got incoming!

Bandits! Guns! Guns!

Goddammit.

I'm losin' em!

Zeke! On your six! Get 'em!

Let's go! Let's go!

- On the right! - I see 'em! I got 'em!

Enemy fire! Taking enemy fire!

Sharkey! Ah! Sharkey's down!

Motherfucker!

Come on! Come on!

Goddamn! I got 'em!

Come on. Come on. Come on!

Bastards must have collided.

You okay, Tap?

Oh.

Holy God…

Tap, you got eyes on it?

-No, no, no, no, no. -What'd you see?

It's one of the Fallen.

No, shut up.

Shut your fucking mouth! You're just provoking it!

What the fuck is that thing?

My God.

What the fuck?

-Bash! -Bash!

We're losing altitude!

Gunners, into the fuselage!

Get back! Get back!

Come on, Preacher!

Run! Run! Run!

Protect us from the wicked,

and banish this evil to the depths of hell!

No! Please, God, have mercy on me! Forgive me, Father, for I have…

What the fuck was that?

What was that?

Eggs, check the port window.

My God!

No!

Pinetree!

No! No! No! No!

Fuck. What the hell? Fuck!

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Zeke! Fucking help me!

Hold on!

No!

What the fuck!

Zeke! Shoot it! Zeke! Goddammit!

Shoot it in the fucking face!

Come on! Come on, baby!

I wanted to tell Zeke I understood what he was feeling.

To realize we don't really know what this world is made of

or our place in it.

But there wasn't nothing I could say to make it go down any easier.

So I just kept my mouth shut and…

…let Zeke keep getting religion.