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Horatio Hornblower - Attack On Fort At Fisher S Half

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Duration:: 23m
Broadcast on:: 19 Jul 2024
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See website for details. Call all hands. Beat the quarters. I'm out to go. It's 10 by this term of battery. One broad side into it, you please, Captain Bush. Point them from target. Limps, stocks ready. I rise more, ID. Fire! [Music] Presenting Michael Redgrave as C.S. Forrester's indomitable man of the sea. A ratio of horn blower. [Music] [Music] [Music] [Music] [Music] [Music] [Music] [Music] I can think of nothing more galling than the sense of inactivity. Unless it's the sense of some task left unresolved. And that morning, when I awakened in my cabin aboard the Nonsacha, I was possessed by both. So much so that most of whom I had Captain Bush presented himself, Baltic charts in hands, and I invented my ill temporons. But I asked for charts, and they bring me these. Captain Bush, what good are charts in three different languages? Now look here, French charts, one in German and other Swedish. How can we possibly decide where or how to suck against Bonaparte, when even the charts don't agree with one another? Well, the best we've brought aboard the Nonsacha, look, even their soundings. This one's in Swedish feet, and the French use their new metric system. Right, for those confounded Germans and our Lord knows what they use. I know it's very annoying. Of course, we could have your clerk's saga translate him for us, soldier. How is he now? He's about to deal with blood. You know, let me use that right hand of you again. Not after you were forced to flash his wrist with your sword, sir. But we can make use of him until we hang him. Hang him, yes. Yes, I'm afraid we'll have to humulis idiot. Attempting to assassinate Tsar Alexander himself. He came within her hair, is bred to succeed in his hair. I've cocked pistol in his hand, hiding behind up killer in the Zars palace. Well, what could I do but slash his wrist? I should never have let him accompany us to the palace. The man's a fin. It was Russia that disboiled his country. I should have realized he was dangerous. It's over and done with, sir. Thanks to you, the Russians are now ready to defy Bonaparte. Defry him? Hmm, possibly. They've taken up no arms against him yet, as you'll notice. Meanwhile, we are idle. Surely, surely there's some place in the Baltic we can strike a blow against Bonaparte. For example, there. The friches are, sir. Why not? As you see, it's a long, narrow lagoon between Elbing and Königsberg in East Prussia. Now, Burney has a tremendous force in East Prussia. And how else can he supply them, except by water? The friches have runs from the Polish River, straight eastward. 50 miles long, and a dozen miles wide. Communications and supply bush. It'll be a shrewd blow. Yes, sir, but... Well, sir, why not with it bush? Well, big, your palms, sir. It's impossible. Impossible. The half is separated from the Baltic Sea by that long, sand speed. There's but one entrance from the Baltic. No need to tell me what I already know. One entrance. Yes, and that one directly under the guns of the French. Oh, I suppose you considered impossible for this squadron to attack French shipping in the half. I... Did you take the sea, sir? But... Well, don't, if you'll oblige me. Set course for the friches, half getting bush. It's much too good a target to be impossible. Yes, sir. Calm, calm, bush. There's more ways than one to skin a cat. And we will have soccer, translate these charts, sir. That was a good suggestion of yours. [music] Soccer lay in sick prey, pale and warm from loss of blood. He presented another problem. One that made me angry and thinkless sympathetic both at once. Well, Sorghia, better? I believe so. You're an idiot. You realize what you're in for? By the articles of war and the laws of England, you're going to die for your foolishness. I am not English. I am a fit. You fled from Finland. You took service in the British Navy. I would do it all over again. Our enemy is Bonaparte. Not Russia. I repeat. I would do it all over again. I am homeless. What is my country now? A slave helpless under the heel of Russia. One day I am the richest man in Finland. And the next, the poorest man in England. There's one question here, Sorghia. Whether you can legally face court martial here at sea, or whether you must present back to England for it. In a case, I am as good as dead. Yes. Oh, not trouble you for those charts, huh? Yes, sir. That's the Sorghia. I want these charts checked. With particular attempts into the precious house. The house. So audacious. That's impregnable to attack from the world. That would be good enough to leave the decisions to me, Mr Sorghia. Oh. Where's the ship's doctor? Your wound must trouble you very much. Perhaps he can ease the pain. Oh, no, no, it is nothing. According to the Swedish map, the precious house is 3 or 4 atoms deep at most. And here is Fort Pila, or above the end. Well, we studied the problem for more impossibility. I was a prisoner. And yet, so stubborn of wool, at several nights later, I found myself tossing up and down in the stern of a cutter. We'd let tell them thickly about soup, notice. I was being rode in to inspect the single entrance to the precious house, under the guns of Fort Pila. Oh, it felt very easy. Oh. War night, sir. The dark night, mister. I think the French is nowhere about, sir. No, no. We came up after dark, and I hope, too. The entrance will be blocked with floating logs chained together, mister. They keep a sharp eye out for them. Ah, sir. For Gumbo, of course, sir. They'll be patrolling the upgrade. White water, sir. White water. Okay, sir. Red soils, real good concert. Red soils? Red soils. That it is, sir. Down first, if you please, mister, agree. All right, sir. Gentlemen, bring her about. How did you, sir? Good. It will hold my cape, Mr. Bickley. Sorry, I'm OK. I'll cut logs. Why not? It's a way of washing off open. Get to the skimming. Logs are slippery. So, could you make a hand? Take my cape, Mr. Bickley. All right, then. Good morning, sir. We've been standing off and on, out of sight of the fringes, since you came aboard last night, sir. It went poorly, sir. No worse than I expected, Bush. Could the numb touch ram through that blockade, sir? Logs the size of three trunks and all connected by heavy cable, impossible, Bush. Mm. A ratio? You're out of the way, out, hadn't you? I'd be obliged if you'd make signal to the squadron captain, Bush. All commanding officers are to report to my captain this afternoon at six bells. You've sold the problems, sir. Good morning, sir. Good morning, sir. Good morning. Well, gentlemen, that's the plan of action. It's going to be difficult, but with luck, we might just pull it off. It's an incredible plan, sir. There's no way to think of this except you. Yeah, I presume it's clear. Four boats will go in past the bouquet tonight. There's open water at the hands of its side. Make a record, Mr. Montgomery. The non-sets launch and cutter, the cutters from Lotus and Raven. A four-pounder in the eye of the launch, three-pounders in the cutters. Food, water, ammunition, combustibles, who's setting capture vessels on fire. Aye, aye. Now, erm, as to who should command the raiding party. Yes, sir. Yes, sir. Yes, sir. If it's to be by order of seniority here, I am the senior officer, sir. You are, Mr. Go. But the first task will be to penetrate the lagoon. And since Mr. Vickery went in with me to inspect it, he's certain to know more about the situation. Maybe it will be Mr. Vickery. Sorry, Mr. Go. It was as difficult as that I looked at Cole during the rest of the conference. There had been no harm in soothing his feelings with an excuse like that. Yet the fact of the matter was, I dared not trust him with any command out of my sight. He was old, grey-haired, loud. Almost too old for the work he already had. Oh, well, no war come before without hurting someone's feelings. At nightfall, the squatters stood in toward the net. There's no moves, sir. There's every chance those to pull the blockade unobserved. Yes, sir. Let's pray the rest of it will be as easy. I am praying. I've risked the lives of 150 men, sent them into the jaws of a trap. And if I'm wrong about how to fix them out again safely... It's bound to work, sir. It's risky, but it will work. I'm certain before, but now I have serious doubts. ♪ Mr. Clear, there is you. Oh, those are cutters. No, gunboats putting out from the fourth kilo to stand the guard over the entrance. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. Must have given them a turn to open their eyes. It's the British ship standing off just beyond chalen rings. They already have known about us. They may have captured the raiding party and all our plans are for notice. Oh, hey, look out! Any time! No time, sir! Yes, that's an unknown come aboard. Oh, this bond is, sir. Of course, I have eyes. Oh, I wish mine was as good as I look at. Lieutenant Mound reporting, sir. Morning, Mound. We were your bomb kits ready for your part in this venture? Yes, sir. You understand what must be done? My bomb kits will proceed out of sight of the French. It will go wide of that long sand pit and separate the fish's house from the sea proper. Then I'm to turn in on the sea with sight of it. At a point twelve miles to westward, Mr. Mound? Yes, sir. There will be there at precisely two a.m. four bells. The water is shallow, there may be, sir. But, Mr. Mound, I think this will go with you. You, sir? Yes, I enjoyed my last outing on a bomb kits, and then I find this extremely-- Oh, all in the jet! He's spotted something. All in all, sir, what is he? If you please, sir, there's a bit of smoke in sight now. It's wet up in the bay. Oh, by ambush. There's more smoke, sir. Two ships on fire. Sir, I can see our catters. Victory! He's got out of pictures, huh? Well, Captain Bush. So far, I feel good, eh? The day wore on, and far as lookouts, I could see pillars of smoke were rising in the fissures, huh? Marking the destruction wrought by victory and his cutters. For the middle of the afternoon, before it came time to go aboard the bomb kits with Mound, I ordered a diversionary attack. I wanted the defenders to think twice before they put all their efforts against victory. We're dropping down within rings of foot till our nose, sir. As long as we draw their fire, Captain Bush. They're opening up. We shall do the same, sir. Please, Captain. Come back. Fire will be ready. Ah, sir. Ready. Oh, Henry. Fire! Mr. Mound? Yes, sir. Been waiting all day, eh? Yes, sir. Sir, bye. We'll put off for the bomb kits now, so please. (Dramatic music) Oh, hands, President Lickory. Yes, sir? Two wounded, but not badly. We destroyed and burned a number of cuffs. They're cursed at the margins. Good thousands have the shipping hole together. What are those fires? Did you burn your own cutters? We had to abandon the mama files out of the spit of sand. Why? I hated to have them fall into enemy hands. What do you mean? We may not get away with Galpreza. When we came up on the other side of the sand, but we flushed the patrol. Three men. We took care of tours and was run not away. I know. You've probably spread the alarm. I see. I knew there must be some good reason why you've burned the boat. No, sir. If an alarm already spread, the fire could burn on those parts. Mr. Mound, get up. It's imperative that the men be passed on board as quickly as possible. In a matter of minutes, the enemy will go down on it like format. It's possibly a full company. And have them watch the undertill. If they must get rid of cuttresses and anything else that might wait them down, have them do so. All must be taken aboard. I'll not have one man lost. It was well organized. The blaze from the burning cutter began to die down, but still it lit the tumbling surface with orange and scarlet. Mound had gone back on board the catch to supervise matters. The thing went well. The men clambered the board or were dragged, held to the shelter. And finally, the beach was clear, except for victory in me. Just in time. On board. Oh, she's over there in the direction of the boat? I died if there are fireflies, Mr. Victory. Into a surface of the clear? Off to you, sir. Thank you, Victory. But the senior officer has always allowed the last to leave a post of danger. Ah, sir. Oh, it was the most welcome relief when the catch loomed up ahead and flung on, dragged me aboard. With no more sedimentals than if I were to walk along, cast away, instead of a log from a door. Up here comes, sir. Getty there. Now, then. There you are, sir. Are you all right, sir? Of course I'm all right. Oh, that's the cover door for you. Then why shouldn't he be humanly phased in tall quarter most every month? Science, sir. Sir. We're fast to ground. Eh? What's that? In the sand, sir. We're taking aboard a hundred and fifty men. The catch must have gone down a full foot. Good lord, ma'am, burn his men will be honest in a matter of minutes. We'll be sitting down. If you'll please, Mr. Victory. Miss Mound, have you tried to catch us up with the anchor? Two anchors, sir. There are the stars, and we've bent to the windlass till the cable sings, but we're still fast. Sir, if fast the men would go over the side and hang on the ropes, it would lighten ships. Have one or more of them miss his grip and ground? No, Victory. I said I wouldn't lose a man, and I won't. At least, not that way. But that enough. They spotted us. The phone comes on you, at least. It came to me, then. One possible way to shake ourselves loose from the deadly grip of the sand that held us present. Yet I hesitated for a moment, hoping that Mound himself would see the solution, not have it come from me. And even while I hesitated, he'd found it. Sir, we can rock the boat. A hundred and fifty men. We can have a run from Port to Tarbeth and back again. Exactly, by all means. All hands to Tarbeth. All hands to Tarbeth. All hands to Tarbeth. Pickle in there fighting random trucks. If you could tell off ten men here in the bow with small arms to answer their fire. Yes, sir. Go, go, go, run, touch. Go, go, run, touch. Let's wait for the bow. More arms. We'll keep the pincers busy while we rush the ship. All hands out! I give the command only under the portrails. No! All hands, when I give the command to the starboard rail. Now, run! If you tremble that time, Mr. Mine, I want you to do it. Time to touch the anchor cables. Cones man, standby to bring all sails to back. The pincers are getting impatient. They're walking into the surf tortoise. Yes, sir. All hands now. When I give the command back to the portrails. And run, heavy man, pound us back hard. Now! Sir, the others are running, and free me! Bring our arms, march in a hop. Mr. Vickery, you can cease firing. We're off the sand. We are free. The sand's bit dropped to beam. There were no casualties. What is? A man set his course for the run, such. The sky turned grey with the coming of dawn. And because his face, too, was grey, grey with fatigue as he gave me his full report there on the deck of the bomb catch. I felt a tremendous wave of affection burst over me as I regarded him in the lieutenant mount. I wanted to tell them that had they been my own son, I could want no two better ones. I couldn't bring myself to express a thought, so thank the sentimental. I should call the particular attention of the admiralty to the conduct of both of you officers. I can sit with you. I shall, of course, require reports from you and the decree in writing. Aye, aye, Robert. It's the arm, such, sir. Yes. 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