Hot Spot (1945)

[GabrielAlejo2341]

Hello.

Hmm?

Is that so?

180 degrees?

I don't believe it.

Where?

Iran?

Now, where's that?

Now, just a minute.

Hmm, I'll be right over.

Heh.

So this is Iran, eh?

Eh, let's see what the little old guidebook has to say.

Iran, first of the Middle East, chamber of commerce stuff.

Where the sun bakes all day and the earth cooks all night.

Where the temperature sometimes reaches 180 degrees.

Ehhh, propaganda.

Here, the native beast of burden, the camel, is the only one who doesn't mind the heat.

I don't care what you say, I'm hot.

So intense are the sun's scorching rays in this horrid region, so utterly devastating in their effect, that all human activity is reduced to a virtual standstill.

Standstill my foot!

Why they work like the very me!

But these mountains of vital w*r supplies don't stand still.

It's off over the winding tortuous route to the Russian depots in the north.

The uncommonly steep grades are made even more difficult by occasional landslides that block the road.

The merciless rays of the sun make daytime travel almost impossible.

The winding, zig-zagging path through the mountainous terrain of Iran presents a sharp contrast to the American driver accustomed to four-lane highways of his homeland.

Uhh, I wonder what I did wrong.

No picture of Iran would be complete without mention of that other supply route to Russia.

The picturesque Trans-Iranian railroad with its network of 224 tunnels and four thousand bridges.

The railroad too has its landslides.

Ehh, but this is no problem for an experienced railroad man.

Huh, what the hell?

I don't care what you say, I'm cool.