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ON OUR OWN LAND

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Stane, there it is, our valley. - The Baca Valley.

By Jove, you're home again. - After ten years.

Mother almost believes the priest that you rotted in Spain.

She has enough problems with Dragic. -He's a lively devil, true.

Comrade commissary, your village? - Yes, our village. Of all of us.

I'll show you how we blasted railroads in Spain.

The next train is in 30 minutes. Let's hurry.

I can see without that. If I don't see, I know.

Grandpa Eagle has mowed some grass, Nancika is washing,

Angela is fetching water, not knowing that Stane is so close.

Where have you been, Boris? - Sweeping for carabinieri.

He's a true Obrekar. -From Eagle family, in partisan parlance.

Yes, an Eagle. And Dragic? - Flame. -Those partisan names.

He hasn't visited you? - Nor you? -I shall ask Eagle.

Tildica, we must have a talk. - About what?

After six years it's time we got married.

Time? Don't you have other worries?

I take care of my mother and home. I'm not interested in the politics.

You don't care if we stay in Italy. - We Dragars are staunch Slovenes.

Who don't care who oppresses them. - Who don't put themselves in peril.

I'm no stripling to chase around the forests.

What stripling do you mean, Drejc?

Angela, it's all childish nonsense. We Slovenes are only a handful.

How can we fight a millions-strong people? -People? Beasts they are.

The English and the Americans will deal with them.

And then sells us to dagos as they did before.

Now we are fighting for our land. Yugoslavia and Russia are with us.

That means losing our farms. - You're not into the politics,

but very much into believing Fascist drivel.

Drejc! Again with the sweet talk.

You hunger for the land which you have lost.

I shall leave it all to the Church.

You'll never marry her. - What talk for early morning.

Who mentioned the farm? - No? What then?

You want to send him to the bush where your two boys are.

My two boys? -I hear the eldest has returned alive from Spain

but still you pay for Masses to fool us.

Stane? - Him, yes.

They hit the train again.

My Lord. -Why the somersaulting? They didn't blow you up.

My Lord, in broad daylight. - What good is that to us?

Three times they've destroyed the railway. -Four. -Dragic!

Each time the dagos fixed it. - We cut them to the quick.

The line feeds the Italian front, so we'll hit it again and again.

Until it's over. -For all I care. - What does that mean?

Drejc! -I'm not obliged to answer to you.

You demand answers from the Dragar family?

You cottager brats will bring doom to us all!

Goody Dragar, you know nothing. There are thousands of us.

Here, read.

This godless drivel is printed by Russian pagans! -Go, Dragic.

We do it. Soon there'll be a printery in the Littoral. -Nuts!

Bichi! -Where's Nancika? - Washing the laundry. Run, run.

Nancika! - Run, run!

Dragic!

The train. Who did it?

The partisans.

Mother of God. - We know nobody.

That's Stane. - So.

Departure.

Mussolini resigns, replaced by Badoglio

Badoglio.

Sir.

Heil Hitler. SS Sturmfuehrer Adolf Kutschera.

Heil Hitler.

In Hitler's name, I'm taking charge. -Yes, yes.

Nice.

Good, very good. Colossal.

Now we shall do it more thoroughly. -I... I... -No.

Vincere o morire. Victory or death. The victory will be ours, alright.

Hitler fights on for Italy.

The railway through this area is vital for the front.

To secure it, we must exterminate all the bandits. -Yes, the bandits.

In Baca, Koritnica.

In the name of the Father... In the name of God the Father,

the Son and the Holy Spirit. Amen.

Even the children are giving me the eye. -And you to me.

The village is for the partisans. Only we are Mussolini's thralls.

A landowner is never a thrall. We are old patriots,

but we are against the partisans. - As all Fascists.

What? We, Fascists? Where to?

Have you heard? Mussolini has fallen.

Hide in the granary. No, the cellar. -Why?

The partisans will come. We took Stane's farmland.

The farmland is all you care about.

The carabinieri have barricaded themselves.

Grandpa says Italy will go bust. The partisans will come.

Madam, you will host an outpost. - Sir, we are not bandits.

We... - All Slovenes are bandits.

A mere million, but a million bandits.

Bandits. A million bandits.

There is a mere million of us.

A million who among the dead are dying,

a million who under the yoke are crying,

A mere million that is suffering and sighing

but never stops its ceaseless trying.

Is Dragic's rucksack heavy? - Not at all. Only paper is inside.

Right. Put your shoes on.

Where to? - Ana, mail must go forward.

Nejc, seven children we had.

Look at the state of you.

What do you have there?

Where are those from? - I nicked them from carabinieri.

Do you have more? - Five. -Where?

Under the fireplace, in the ashes. - No, child.

You're too young. - The couriers are armed. -Not all.

At the rendezvous tell Jera to sent it on at once.

Death to Fascism. - Liberty to the people.

Nejc, seven children we had. The first fell in the Carpathians,

the second in Abyssinia, the third perished in the jail,

two are imprisoned in Sardinia. We only have her and the grandson.

And you're sending him to fight. - But Ana, this army is ours.

You know what? Soon I will join the partisans.

So I will. What if we both went?

Don't you think Drejc would go with you?

Well, are you done with the turning? -We are.

We should have another meet. - When? -This evening. -Where?

At our place. - Everybody? -Yes.

Well, women with flails.

Even that. -She's helping out. Nancika is too weak.

It needs strong hands. - Tildica has them.

You too, in your pockets.

I see. Here you go with the politics again.

Your business is yours, but my duty is to warn you.

We must win people over. Today he keeps his hands in his pockets,

but what about tomorrow? Go now and inform the villagers.

Birdie, come drink with us. - You'll need to cope without me.

Just watch that we don't do away with you. We know everything.

Inn

They have perked up again after being like scolded puppies.

Enough of that. We're leaving.

Let's down another litre. - The Italians are leaving.

We can find our way back. - And get stabbed in the dark.

Up, you fool. - Let me be. -30 liras.

30 punches if you open your mouth again.

Did you say something? -My Lord, I said we should do a reckoning.

Yes, a reckoning. Don't worry, weasel, we'll get to you too.

Skulkers. We fight the Reds while you only sit idle.

Damn your wretched souls.

Soon you will catch hell.

My Lord, and they say they're the army of Christ.

And that they receive money from the King through the Pope.

Down with the Fascists! Down!

Capitulation! Capitulation! O my Lord!

Italy has gone bust! - No smacking, inn-keeping wretch.

We cleaned up the village. Welcome! - Hello, uncle! -Hey, big boy.

Long live the partisans. -Is he crazy? -Giusto is from Trieste.

He gave me hand grenades. - I'm for the partisans.

By Jove! Alright, alright. There's Stane.

We'll blow the bridges as well. - Hurry, the Germans want the line.

Hello, comrade commissary. - Comrade pioneer.

Sir, comrade... We've always helped the poor.

You mean the partisans? - Sir, comrade. We...

Stop your shouting. Don't you know him?

It's Stane, deserter and brigand who supposedly died in Spain.

Enough, Owl. Where's Drejc? - Drejc? He went to Gorizia.

I fear for him. -You're lying, hag. - Me? -Here I am.

Hello, Drejc. Won't you shake with your old friend?

Stop rubbing your hand, it's clean. -Stane! Stane!

Ma is waiting for you.

Decree of mobilisation

Until what age? - For all who can carry a rifle.

Uncle, uncle! -There you are. Why don't you come home? -Justina.

Take him. -Uncle, we're making pasties. -You're a pasty.

And your beard? -I stuffed it with lice and send it to the Chetniks.

Uncle, Grandpa is here.

Look at you, you seem younger. - Ill weed grows apace.

Stane will be glad to see you. I'll fetch him.

Stane! Stane!

Finally. Don't you know her? It's Nancika.

Nancika? My, you've grown.

Dragic is gone. Sometimes I think he didn't die. -Partisans never do.

Stane, no use telling each one. Tell it to all of us.

Tell it to all of us. - Speech, speech!

Well... I'm alive and well.

I'm glad that you are also alive and with us partisans.

Hear, hear!

We are firmly linked as a chain. This makes us strong.

We'll liberate our land. - Hear, hear!

We've been here for 1.300 years, always a victim of big nations.

The want to devour us because we are at an important crossways,

in the heartland of Europe. - On our land! -To remain here!

The suffering and fighting are not over yet.

Italy has gone, Germany remains. The Germans are numerous,

so our ranks must grow as well. Everybody join the People's Army!

Our fight is just! We shall win! - Hear, hear!

The Russians are trashing the krauts.

Tell them that Zavoglar says hello, especially the Cossacks.

Tone, put the machine gun on the roof!

Careful with your zipguns, don't kill each other.

Bottoms up.

A good burn.

There, there, Ana.

You're not going? -I would be a burden. -Then hide for a while.

You can serve as a cook.

Staunch Slovenes, let's close ranks

and bring freedom to our home lands.

I'm going too.

I say I'm going. -You would leave your mother, but I won't let you.

They'll do just fine without you.

O my Lord. - A deserter...

Shame on you. No gawking at the krauts.

Out!

Don't leave her children motherless. Mine are provided for.

Angela Gradnik. - That's right. -Good, very good.

Two? Not enough. Two more.

I will take off my shoes for it's the last time that I walk our land.

March!

Fire!

Then they hung the bodies from the bridge.

She stepped forward on her own to save my sister,

for children's sake. Mine are provided for, she said.

I'll check on the wounded.

The Germans have pushed through. They have tanks.

Can we hold out until dark? -Yes. Hide what you can, burn the rest.

Planes! Let's move.

Will you manage? -Crt is dead. The rear guard is leaderless.

Weeks ago we were in Gorizia, yesterday we lost Cepovan,

tomorrow we'll be against the cliffs. And then?

Don't you know the partisans always return to the start?

We'll push them from Cepovan to Gorizia, Trieste

and then into the sea. Clear? - Clear.

Tone. Crt has been killed. Replace him at once.

Comrade commander? - The wounded are our priority.

I know. -The troop leader must be with the rear guard. -Understood.

Him a troop leader? - Concerned with the others,

he'll stop thinking of himself and griping.

We need iron will. Hard times are ahead.

Nine, ten, eleven, twelve.

Peter, what day is today? - 20. October, I think.

It's been a year since I came here, precisely on the market day.

You still keep holidays? - Still, especially this one.

It's the name day of my late mother.

And her pasties... What pasties she used to make.

As round as angels' arses, as sweet as... -Stop.

It's not good comradeship to talk of pasties. -No, it isn't.

Comrade stomach, be so kind as not to raise nice memories.

The youngest gets the largest portion.

Not for me. -What? You mean if Stane doesn't eat...

The food is not the worst. I can't stand the silence. Whispers only.

I would give seven years of my life to give a sho...

Snow.

Blast them.

Nancika, the ammo.

Where's Dragic? Where is he? - In Lower Carniola. O saints.

No you won't. No saints, bullets for you. There, there!

They won't push for long. What is it? -Here they come again.

They're beaten back. Owl? Comrade Owl?

I'm done for. I'm old. -No old people among us, only young.

You're so young that you're hungry. - Hungry? -Of course.

Comrade commissary. The wounded are safe. -Very well.

Stane, this stays between the two of us. -Who hasn't been hungry?

Stop giving your food away, that's an order. -Understood.

Take care of Nancika. - I will.

We licked them, by Jove. We'll throw them into the sea.

The krauts and the Home Guards.

We'll clean Gorizia and Trieste without the second front.

Churchill can hang it on a cat's tail.

Nancika, when it's all over and we come home... -Dragic?

Dragic? Yes, of course. He'll be coming later.

They sent him to Bosnia as a courier.

To Bosnia? Look at him. - Yes, that's him, Stane.

Nancika, we'll be stopping soon.

I though it was Dragic. I saw him. - He'll be coming.

He'll be coming, yes.

Give that here. - I can manage. -Give it.

Well? -Comrade commissary, we lost all territory.

Then we would be walking on air, but this feels like ground to me.

A song will keep the cold away. Hey, brigades, hurry up,

scatter, suppress the arsonists of Slovene homes.

Hey, machine gun, sing your song,

let it echo all around, our salute from the free forests.

Hey, machine gun, sing your song,

let it echo all around, our salute from the free forests.

Where are the borders and barriers for the Slovene brigades?

No, we know neither borders nor barriers.

Across cloudy ridges and through dark valleys

from victory to victory we go.

Across cloudy ridges and through dark valleys

from victory to victory we go.

A village!

The brigade is coming!

Our army! Cene, get the potatoes, all of them.

As long as the are brigades, who dares steal our land?

In Slovenia we are in charge.

As long as the are brigades, who dares steal our land?

In Slovenia we are in charge.

One.

Two.

Three. It's for the propaganda department, for four people.

Five. What about the mimeograph? - Let him have it.

And for the radio. - For paper, as well.

Only if Owl leaves some. - Fat chance.

Dig deeply, brother. I'm all empty. -There.

There.

Eat, child. Eat it, it's warm. - Warm?

Comrade commissary! Comrade commander! -The devil take you!

While we were in the midst of the enemy offensive,

our parliament gathered in Kocevje and passed this decree.

In order to fulfill an elementary demand of the Slovenian nation,

the Liberation Front declares the annexation of the Littoral

to free and united Slovenia as part of free Yugoslavia.

Well?

We'll sign the decree and confirm it with new campaigns.

Long live the free Littoral.

Hurray! -Take from the cauldron one for the radio, it's earned it!

No time to loose. You two will go to our valley.

You remain at the rendezvous, you go to Grandpa Eagle.

Why her? - You thunder too much.

And Nancika? -She'll go to the Franja hospital.

Get going. You can be back in five days.

So he'll only get here Saturday? - Not him, the lad.

Grandpa has trouble walking. - The lad will come?

On Saturday? No use waiting. I'll go to him. -I will do it.

Why you? -Your thread is noisy. - Your heart too.

I know about Drejc. - Owl...

There, there. Don't be mad. Go on.

You'll be back by morning. You will, by Jove.

Give my best to Grandpa Eagle. - Will do.

Another outpost? - Six Home Guards and three Germans.

The savages fear even me. They never look me in the eye.

Even an armed brigand is afraid. This money is for the partisans.

90.000 liras we collected. - That much? -Everyone gave.

Will someone tell? -Goody Dragar? Nobody listens to her anymore.

Hurry now.

What about Drejc? You say he hasn't joined the Home Guard.

And I don't think he will. He's become even more sullen.

He only mopes around the house in silence.

Maybe there's hope. -I would speak to him but he avoids me.

Drink, child. It'll warm you up. - I've had my fill.

There, Ana. -It's nothing. The lamp is too smoky.

I remembered how much you look like your mother. Drink.

Is everything written down? - I counted all machine guns.

Go now. There are patrols all through the night.

Give my best to uncle. - To everyone.

Boris. - Grandpa?

Did someone come here? - No one.

Halt!

None of that. You'll sing like angels before you go meet them.

Mother, we caught a birdie. Do you know her?

She's lost. - There's hope as long as he lives.

Uncle Owl is at the rendezvous. - Uncle! We'll save her.

Where to? - The parsonage.

You know her? -I don't know him. -Shut your mouth.

Don't hit a woman. -That's no woman, it's a partisan.

Still no sign of her.

What good is a woman soldier? War is for men.

A woman goes and starts chattering.

She's deaf to everything and get caught like an idiot.

Let's go. - Where? -To the valley, to get her.

Uncle! Uncle, uncle!

They got Tildica. - How many are there?

Six. - Telephone? Cut it. Machine guns?

One. -Against my zipgun. - I have hand grenades!

How many? -Six. - One for each, by Jove. Where?

Behind the box tree. - For the cable. Forward.

Let's sit in the sun while it shines. Come eat!

Drejc! Do you hear? - I'm not deaf.

Are you enjoying your food? - Yes, yes. -It's fine.

Christ on the cross! - Make room, hag!

Are you alive? -He... -Don't just stand. Give me your hand.

You saw the light. - Uncle, guns.

Why are you here? Run home! Shoulder these. Let's go.

Drejc! Drejc! - Silence!

I'll be his mother and you be the gravedigger.

Did you see? Spirit is what counts.

My noggin is still churning. We attacked the seven of them.

Attacked? - My bad luck won't let go.

I was set to storm the outpost when this maniac exploded

and single-handedly did them all in. You deserve a trashing.

Such a man was sitting idle. Shame on you. Pass the tobacco.

You've given up on me. - Don't be difficult.

Today you've given up on your past.

Now you're one of us. We'll send you to Lower Carniola.

Out with it. -I want to be here, with you. If you trust me.

Maybe I'll run across Bichi. - And Kutschera, to show them.

It's not about them. The Littoral is between two fronts.

It's about the valley and the railway line.

Will the brigade descend there? The Corps? When? -Soon enough.

Up already? Where are you going? - Nowhere. Doze on.

Are you sleeping? - No. I'm thinking.

On an empty stomach? -I've been thinking ever since Drejc left.

That should be something. He left in November, now it's June

and still you're pondering. - When the valley is liberated,

I'm joining the partisans as a blaster. -You're too young.

You said Owl was too old, but him and Drejc are blasters.

They said they would descent here and smash everything, by Jove.

Uncle Owl said so. - Did he?

The Corps!

Charge!

Very well. - The bridge is next.

Where to? - To help with the railway station.

Hello, hello? Spruce, Spruce? Hello, Spruce? Comrade commander.

Yes. Peter's company. Yes, very well.

How is it going? - Fine.

We'll smash everything before dark. - The line must be destroyed.

Who is at the bridge? - Owl and Drejc. -Drejc is good.

A good lad, but brooding. - He's always been that way.

Our guys are forcing the river. - Now you.

It's time you got hitched. You're a partisan, you saw reason.

You have a fine girl. You'll get married and have children.

I'm fine and fit as a fiddle, but I have no wife or children.

Two wars and the life has gone by. I'm washed up, an uncle.

Uncle Owl. - Uncle!

The Germans have crossed the river. - Incoming!

Damn. Light it up, light it up!

Get that. - It's burning.

Giusto? -A head hit. We've pushed them back

and surrounded the outpost. - Smash it!

I'm not going to the hospital! - You'll be riding.

Say hello to Nancika. - No I won't, on purpose.

What's with than? -The location is secret. Now you can't give it up.

What are you taking me through? - It's better not to see.

Uncle! -Look at you, birdie. What clear eyes. -I'm well now.

And you? - My leg got smashed in our valley.

We heard. They held it for three days,

destroyed eight railway bridges and broke the line in 140 places.

A proper campaign.

Due to its achievements when attacking the Baca Valley...

Owl is here. - Hello.

The general headquarters of the Liberation Army of Slovenia

bestowed upon it the title of strike brigade.

Good, good. Hello. - Hello.

Hello. - Hello.

You hear? Our brigade is now a strike brigade, by Jove.

Our village has done well. Tone and Peter are troop leaders...

You, too. -Of course, by Jove. Drejc has a demolition company

while Stane is division commissary, by Jove. What a man!

Only Dragic is not there.

No. - And he won't be coming.

He's not in Bosnia, either. - No, he's not.

Don't resent me, child. At that moment...

You did what was right.

The news.

This is Radio Free Yugoslavia. You are listening to the day order

of Marshall Tito to troop commander for West Serbia Peka Dapcevic.

After a week-long fighting, on 20. October 1944

our units and the Red Army liberated Belgrade,

the capitol of democratic and federal Yugoslavia.

I'm rotting in this bloody hole while the brigades march forward.

Order a rest. - 20 minutes rest.

20 minutes rest.

20 minutes rest. - 20 minutes rest. -20 minutes rest.

20 minutes rest.

20 minutes rest.

Tildica.

Sit here, on wood.

On wood. I could also lie in the snow.

And on ice, in water... Anywhere.

What are you saying? - Nothing.

Lately you've changed. You're different.

Softer, more quiet. - More quiet...

Drejc, it's no longer just the two of us.

Tildica... -In late summer. It should be over by then.

We must be home. - So we will be. Even earlier.

Comrades, let's squeeze tightly. -Let's.

We must not fall asleep. - Tell us how it will be then.

Then...

Freedom will be all around.

There will be no more blood, no more wounds, no more tears.

But there will be more blisters and sweat.

We'll be building railways, roads, houses.

Houses...

We'll have new tables, bread, beds.

Bread, beds... You speak like a mother.

A mother...

Beds, children beds. For out little ones.

White sheets, white wool...

They'll be sleeping while outside there will be snow and strong wind.

Snow... The wind...

Everyone? -Drejc and his company are missing. -Let's check again.

We dozed off. -A nurse should know better. We're not indoors.

A warm house, outside snow and the wind...

Yes, snow and the wind. Walking should warm us up.

Springtime, the air... - The sun, the sun. -Yes.

Drink and look him in the eye.

Ribolla from the Brda Hills, liquid sunshine.

In Franja there is none. - There was no sun except goodness.

The doctors are golden but otherwise it's depressing as hell.

The radio is reporting: Belgrade and Split are ours,

4. Army in Lika, Russians in Prekmurje.

Maddening. -You worried it would be over without you.

Go there and see. -So she will. - Why? -She's expecting.

By Jove. -It will be peacetime then. -Where's Drejc?

He went to the valley. - To fetch Pa and Boris? -When?

This morning. - Send me after him.

After six months of sitting I need to stretch my bones. -Alright.

Is that a gun? It's a peashooter, a toy rattle.

Here. - What's this?

A partisan gun from our factory in Cerkno. -For men.

You must be back in five days. - For an offensive? -We're not done.

The Littoral will see fighting until the very end.

Tell Drejc to be careful. - He's big. -He gets carried away.

So? - No, I'm not going.

Everyone should stay in his position. The end is near.

The Russians are near Berlin, 4. Army near Rijeka.

But all the rabble is trundling toward the Littoral.

What use is old Obrekar to you? - You are no longer that.

You are Grandpa Eagle, known to all the valley and district.

Even to the Whites and Germans. - It's not as bad as all that.

The district must know how bad it is. Didn't you get the word?

Ana, we shall go. -Nejc, go alone and take the lad with you.

There's no danger for me. Who would harm an old woman?

A patrol is coming.

Through the back room. - Very well.

Come to the rendezvous tomorrow evening. -I will.

Ana, they saw the light by now. Sit down.

Open up! - The door is open.

Hands up! - Get up!

You too, old woman.

Yes, this is Eagle. - Hello, Eagle. Adler.

Where are weapons, documents, money?

You are the district quartermaster. - I know nothing. -Slowly.

The swine must not croak so soon. - Stand straight.

Straighter. -I carry 70 hard years upon my back.

No swearing, by the devil. - Brutes!

Nejc...

Get up, you bastard.

You were afraid even of her. - Out!

The little Eagle.

Out.

Get out of here.

You will carry for us now.

Get walking! - Shoot him.

Child! -I knew it was you. - Run uphill!

Uncle, say they didn't hit you. - Run... -No, Drejc, no.

Leave me. Run. - Drejc, Drejc.

Tell Tildica... - That you went to Lower Carniola.

Yes. Take the gun. Now you're a partisan.

Drejc, it's our lads! Do you hear?

I hear...

Drejc.

Too late. -He's not dead, uncle. Just now he said he heard you.

Grandpa...

We'll bury them there

so they can look upon their valley and onwards towards the sea.

No, child. Even our dead must hide.

No trace must remain.

Yes, yes.

Someone should say a few words.

Grandpa, we'll lick them.

Drejc said I was a partisan now, that you would look after me.

You'll go to school. Our, Slovene. - Partisan? -Sure, by Jove.

But I'm still a partisan? - You'll get a partisan name.

Which? -Which? I know. We'll call you Eaglet.

You have your grandfather's eyes.

Eaglet.

In Italy, the Germans surrendered,

but here they have started a month-long offensive.

For whom fights this rabble? For the Reich which is no more?

This is an offensive of united reactionaries.

Well, comrades...

We are encircled twice and six times weaker in numbers.

Our situation is dire. We must not only break out

but also accomplish our historical task.

The fight for the Littoral will be hard until the very end.

Dog does not eat dog. Reactionaries will help each other.

Imperialist won't let go of this piece of our land.

For them, it is the gates to the Balkans and Central Europe.

For us, it's the fatherland. 9. Corps faces a decisive battle

for just borders, the Littoral and Trieste.

We must act swiftly.

Enemy forces, the first encirclement:

Chetnik Dinara Division, Italian Fascist Battalion,

Nedic Corps. Second encirclement: 24. SS Karstjäger Division

2. Cossack Regiment and 14. SS Division.

Each our division will break out in different direction.

31. Division towards Pivka.

Italian Garibaldi Division towards the Banjice Plateau.

33. Division with the Corps headquarters and the wounded

towards Mrzla Rupa and Gacnik.

Let the patrol through. - Let the patrol through.

Attention. - Attention.

Tone, this stinks. I can outright smell them.

The wounded, take cover! - Man the line!

Hold them there! - I will.

Tone!

Tone. Dead. - A sharpshooter.

The wounded! - Quickly!

The head of the columns is under attack. Man the line!

They are on all peaks. - This peak is free.

We must get there first. Send two battalions.

The encirclement! - We'll break out there.

All units, attack the peak. - Charge!

By Jove, all the vermin together! - Bravo, Owl!

Charge!

Are they beaten? -Now it's our turn to attack Trieste.

Left, five by five.

I can already smell it. The sea.

There are street fights in Trieste, storm battalions have penetrated,

only we are stuck here. Let's push again. -We will, with tanks.

Tanks? - 4. Army has come. Do you hear?

Who's in 4. Army? -Everyone. Bosnians, Serbs, Croats,

Montenegrins, Macedonians, Slovenes...

Charge!

Charge!

Where from? -Me? Bosnia. - A Bosnian? By Jove!

Stane, Bosnians, by Jove!

They're Bosnians. - Where's your commander? -There.

Kutschera! - Stop!

Do you know us?

He'll be held accountable to the People's Tribunal.

The sea!

By Jove, I've lived to see it. - Grandpa would be so happy

but he didn't live to see this day. - But he knew you would.

He often said I would be a master on our own land. -You will, Eaglet.

Translation Luka Kocbek Razplet, translation company