Hold on! This is gonna be rough!

Mountains ahead… no clear landing zone!

We’re falling out of formation!

Nobody’s coming with us…

We’re losing her! Trim’s gone, she won’t hold!

Damn it, she’s not responding!

Engine two’s failing! Losing power!

Altitude’s dropping!

Three thousand and falling fast!

Bombs away!

Target spotted!

Bomb bay doors open.

She’s not handling right… controls feel heavy.

Flak bursts… twelve o’clock. Far out.

Flak’s heavy! Real heavy!

Steady… steady… hold her level…

We’re not going home.

Can we make it home?

Not at this rate.

If we turn back, we’re alone.

Fuel tank’s leaking. Slow but steady.

I hit him! I think...

We’re hit! Fuselage took a round!

Hold formation. Eyes sharp.

I see ’em!

Then shoot!

Bandits! Three o’clock high!

Course steady. Crossing the Channel in five...

We’re in it now.

England’s already gone…

Last friendly shoreline you’ll see today.

Feels quiet.

Don’t worry. It won’t last.

Formation’s assembling port side.

Alright boys… let’s go to work.

Listen to that… four engines singing. Music to my ears.

This is it. No more training flights.

Check intercoms! Sound off!

Bomb load secure!

Fuel topped!

Stay tight. Watch your sectors. No heroes.

Target is an ammunition depot outside Munich.

Expect heavy flak over target… and fighters before that.

Alright, listen up! Eyes front!

Try to get some sleep. Wheels up at dawn.

Don’t freeze up when the fighting starts. You hesitate you die.

Yes sir… I understand.

This the new guy?

That’s her. B-17G. The Bee’s Knees. She’ll get you there… if you treat her right.

You picked one hell of a week to join us, kid.

Sir… how many missions have you flown?

Enough.