Operation Danube (Operace Dunaj) (Operace Dunaj)

OPERATION DANUBE

Dear Yanek,

I write to you,

as a young armored soldier to an older peer

and an armored soldier, and to a hero.

Let me introduce myself. My name's Yanek.

Yan Yamrozy, but they call me Yasio.

I haven't been here long, but I've learned a lot.

As my uncle, sergeant Edvard Kotvich says,

"the best thing in the world is to be a Polish soldier."

War is long gone now.

It's hard to become a hero. Polish soldier is always watchful,

day and night is on the guard of peace and socialism...

It's me! Captain Grazel!

- Roman, Ro... mush, Romek! - Chesia, Che...sia!

Don't stop! Come on! Work it, my stallion, work it!

- I can't do it! - You can, plug! You have to!

- Do you love me? - Yes... I do.

Give it to me then! Come on, give it!

Our unit isn't an ordinary one.

It has a great patron.

It's a tank, which has never been defeated

and near Vyshni Komarnik in Czechoslovakia

blew away 4 Nazi Tigers

It's the T- 34 our famous Ladybird.

Alert! Get up you dickheads!

Get up or I'll cut off your balls!

Alert! All the plebes out on the square!

So many ranks between us, your husband,

...party

There is a damn wall between us...

You are up high, me down below...abyss...

Romek, do you want to leave me?

Yes. No! Come on!

I wanted to make you happy,

you could live large here.

But now, I don't give a fuck!

You aren't going to hide behind some walls!...

because I will destroy you!

You imperialistic worm!

But Cheslava! Chesia!

I beg you. Please!

Calm down! We have an alert!

So what! Nowadays every night we have an alert.

But this one is different. I can feel it.

What?!

Where are you going? Come back!

He is coming!

What?

You've changed your mind?

Your husband is coming!

Chesia, it's me. Open up. I know you're there.

I come here officially, as to a commander!

Come on!

Move it! Quickly!

Get your asses in gear!

- Yamrozy! - Uncle!

There is no "uncle" here, plebe!

We have People's country!

And it's, damn it, calling you to an oath!

We were supposed to... invite the families...

Army is your family! Didn't you hear?

Army will dress you, feed you...

and army will bury you.

Soldiers!

As you are standing here, in the dark... standing...

think soldiers, what's the most important to you?

- I'm asking you? - Sleep!

Mother, is the most important!

And father. At least some of them.

But there is... something...

something greater...

something than mother of your mother's mother

and mother...

of your father...

Grandmother!

Holy Mother.

Who said that?!

You moron!

People's Republic is the most important!

And it may ask of you anything you want!

I see you!

Fuck...

Did you hear that?

That noise?

My heart got broken. You swine!

Chesio!

Chesio!

Are you okay?

What's the problem?

You're the problem, Chesia.

- I saw you. - Don't be silly. It wasn't me.

- Do you have orders? - What?

Do you have orders?!

Over here!

Here!

Up... Now!

Jesus! Fuc...

Congratulations, captain.

I was promoted as well, for the praise of the country,

to a major, Chesio.

Just kill me! Mother fucking piece of fucking shit!

be on guard of peace

in brotherly alliance with Soviet Army...

and if I were to neglect this solemn oath,

and if I were to neglect this solemn oath...

duty of loyalty to my country violated,

duty of loyalty to my country violated...

may the strict arm of people's justice reach me.

may the strict arm of people's justice reach me.

Comrades soldiers!

The hour of trial has come!

Vicious Teutonic hordes

reach out their claws for brotherly Czechoslovakia!

Gangs of saboteurs lurk

to stab Czechoslovakian back with a rusty bayonet!

What can poor Czechoslovakian people say?

They whine from pain and cry for help!

Thank you! Quiet please!

I'd like to say few words

Listen Gustav! Give it a rest.

Let others say something.

I don't forbid them to talk.

We have freedom of speech.

We have freedom of speech. We have freedom.

We have a free life.

But what kind of life it is?

Life is only a short moment.

What is brotherly Czechoslovakia to us?

It's like a mother.

It's like a sister!

Who has many brothers.

May the loved sister do anything she wants?

No.

Comrades soldiers!

We can't let others fuck Czechoslovakia!

Comrades soldiers!

To tanks!

And to Hradec Kralove! Go!

Do it!

- Edek, Edek, it's me! - Chesio, what's happened?

Nothing. We have an order. You take the Ladybird.

Are you serious? She is a scrap.

That's why you take her. An experienced veteran.

- Form a crew. - But Chesio...

It's political decision of the highest command!

She is well earned machine in the war, in Czechoslovakia,

and it supposed to go at front of the rearguard!

Where? Of what?

At the front of the fucking back!

Cheslav!

- 1! - 2!

- 3! - 4.

Eagles...

Romek, what's with you? Did you report?

You were supposed to go to commissary.

I want to join the tank crew. I am the driver.

Do you want it?

Have it then.

See corporal, this is my crew.

But we're going to win this war. Damn it.

And do you know why?

Because I'm in charge of this tank.

Damn it! They're leaving already!

This piece of scrap doesn't work.

Don't be a smart ass! Just fucking go!

And you, eagles... Damn it...

Look at you! Damn it!

They'll know who to send the glasses to...

- Is everything okay, sergeant? - Yes. Why shouldn't be?

Go then!

Why don't you go, when you're supposed to?!

Fuck! Just go, or we'll never going to make it!

Kick an old cow in the butt!

Maybe I can try?

Look at this, we have an engineer.

Kvasny! Let the plebe go.

Florian, did you pack the food?

Of course, sergeant. I raked up all the cans.

Oh shoot!

Young one has a lucky hand!

Crew on board!

And this short moment we can spend

in the company of this golden drink.

Thanks the providence

for comrade Kulka.

I'm sorry, but...

No, I'm sorry.

Mr. Kulka, our stationmaster, starting today,

will be spending more time with us,

with you, Ms Capkova,

because in one hour,

Mr. Kulka is retiring.

- In one hour! - In one hour!

But starting today, we're going to be very sad,

because our dear Mr. Kulka will be gone.

And there will be no one who with eyes closed

can count all the coaches

from Cierna near Cop.

Let long live our stationmaster!