Believe: The Ultimate Battle (2025)

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w*r.

Growing up,

I never really understood that word.

Why does it exist?

Why should anyone sacrifice their lives?

OPERATION SEROJA

DILI, EAST TIMOR, 1975

It all began on that day

when a devastating battle ensued,

claiming countless lives on both sides.

And my dad was part of it.

He was a part of that w*r.

The question is

Why?

Did you leave a will behind, Ded?

My plan is to stay alive, sir.

Tell that to the b*ll*ts

that will rain on us.

I believe God has received

what is in my heart.

No more hesitation.

Let's give them hell, sir.

Steady yourselves!

With God by our side,

we will strike from the skies.

With God by our side,

we will strike from the skies.

With God by our side,

we will strike from the skies.

With God by our side,

we will strike from the skies.

We've flown past Atauro Island.

Approaching target.

Jumpers, on your feet!

- Standing!

- Standing!

Hook up your static line!

- Static line hooked!

- Static line hooked!

Attach your pin!

- Pin attached!

- Pin attached!

Check your static line!

- Checking static line!

- Checking static line!

Stick report!

Three ready.

Two ready. One ready.

Thirty jumpers standing by!

Go!

Jumper shot!

Go!

Jump!

Jump!

Go!

Jumper hit!

Jump!

Ded.

Ded.

Ded, wake up!

Ded.

Ded, wake up.

Where are we, sir?

The governor's office.

We need to get to the barracks,

the enemy's defense line.

Come on.

Take cover!

Ded.

Hurry up!

Cover me!

Push forward in steps!

Go!

I'll cover from here.

Ded.

Ded.

Push forward in steps.

Yes, sir!

Get them. Get to the door, Ded.

Forward!

Ded! Cover me.

Yes, sir!

Ded!

Forward!

Move together.

- Yes, sir!

- I'll cover you.

Ded!

sh**t.

How many are there?

- Three, sir.

- After you.

How is it?

Are we clear?

Clear.

Go.

Ded.

Don't worry about me, Ded.

You need to push ahead.

Is that okay, sir?

I'm fine. Go.

I'll give you cover.

Please.

Mom.

Mom.

Mom.

Please don't.

You traitor.

I'm not a traitor.

Hey!

Ma'am, please follow me.

- What's your name?

- Felipe.

Let's go.

k*ll them all!

sh**t them all.

Stay here.

You piece of sh*t.

Mom, please wake up. Don't leave me.

Mom! Wake up!

Mom!

GATOT SUBROTO HOSPITAL, JAKARTA, 1976

This is him.

His name is Miro Freitas.

He's their leader.

We lost many soldiers at his hands.

You're fortunate to be alive.

I failed, sir.

- The operation was successful.

- Dad!

There is nothing for you to regret.

I'll take my leave now.

My dad was a soldier.

He fought in a w*r, far from home,

leaving his family behind.

I never understood his decision.

I never understood

why he chose w*r over his own family.

I don't understand him.

Where's the patient next to you?

His family picked him up yesterday.

To their house or his funeral?

Gus, please take your siblings outside.

I never agreed to this.

Now look at you.

I can't stand this anymore.

While my dad was away,

my mom grew restless

and frustrated.

She would cry by herself.

Gus.

Mom.

Mom?

I GIVE UP. PLEASE TAKE CARE OF THE KIDS.

DON'T BE TOO HARD ON THEM.

Where did Mom go?

She's sick.

No more questions.

I never really understood what happened.

He would always say that Mom was ill.

But I could tell from his face.

It was more than just an illness.

It was a deep wound.

A scar that wouldn't heal.

Tono, you're a scaredy-cat.

Excuse me.

What is this?

Fritters again?

No wonder you're so weak.

Look at him.

Neglected.

He has a peg leg, just like his dad.

Listen.

A real soldier earns

a promotion after a w*r.

Your dad ends up with a limp instead!

What are you looking at?

Do you want to fight?

There.

Stand up.

Stand up.

Can you get up?

Gus.

Did you have a fight?

Were you in the wrong?

So are you the one in the right?

Then why are you home?

That's what he taught me.

The bitterness in his life

became my own.

So much so that I'm used

to solving problems

through violence.

Gus.

- Where are you heading?

- The school down the road.

I need to teach those boys a lesson.

So they won't mess around

with the kids from Cimindi.

I'll gather the crew.

You. Hey.

Faster. All the way to the front.

KATALINA ROAD

Gus.

Your talent is in music.

Why do you insist on being a troublemaker?

And your talent is singing,

not meddling around.

Why are you so hostile?

I was just being nice.

What's wrong with you?

It wouldn't be much fun

if I stayed silent anyway.

Right, boys?

Whatever.

Another fight?

I was right.

That doesn't mean

you need to solve it by fighting.

At least I solve my own problems

and don't run away from them.

Sometimes, it crosses my mind.

If things were to pan out differently,

would you still be like this, Gus?

What are you trying to say?

Nothing. It's just a thought.

I'm proud of you, son.

You'll be great. I'm sure of it.

Believe in it.

Get a haircut, okay?

Agus, son of Sergeant Dedy?

I am. What's the matter?

Be strong, son.

DEDY UNADI, SON OF MARTA

CHIEF SERGEANT, EAST TIMOR OPERATION 1975

Take care.

Gus.

My condolences.

It wasn't your fault this happened.

Don't condemn yourself too much.

And don't blame your dad as well.

Then whose fault is it?

He failed in w*r.

He failed his family.

And now he failed to stay alive.

I don't know much about the others.

But

if you think he failed in w*r,

there wouldn't be enough graves

to accommodate those who would've fallen.

He saved many lives during the w*r.

He never said anything.

Your dad was always like that.

He once told me this.

"I don't want my children

to walk down the path I took."

"I want them to surpass me."

That's what he said.

Be strong, Gus.

I used to see my dad as someone

who was very hard and distant.

But here,

in front of his last resting place,

I realized how big his sacrifice was.

He wasn't just a soldier for the nation.

But he was also a hero

For his family.

I want to follow in his footsteps.

I want to understand more about his life.

REGISTRATION FORM

CANDIDATE NAME: AGUS SUBIYANTO

I tried to enlist as a cadet

and even a security guard,

only to be rejected again and again.

But failure didn't put me down.

Instead, it motivated me to keep trying

until I was accepted as a soldier.

MAGELANG MILITARY ACADEMY

Corporal.

MILITARY ACADEMY

- Corporal.

- Yes, sir.

Louder. Corporal!

- Yes, sir!

- Yes, sir!

Get down. Down.

Hold it there.

Get your arms straight. Up.

In the academy, every day is a test.

Physically, mentally, and emotionally.

Who does this belong to?

No one wants to admit it?

b*stards! Bunch of losers. Up.

Sometimes, it felt like I was at my limit.

But how would my dad be proud

if I were to fail here?

I see so much potential

- that will only improve even further.

- Yes, sir.

BATTALION 328, CILODONG, 1993

You, young officers,

are the aspiration of this country.

Fight

not to be k*lled,

but to succeed.

Look after your subordinates.

Treat them as you would treat

your own kids.

Whoever succeeds

in this mission in the East

will get the opportunity

to join the Special Forces.

Are you clear?

- Yes, sir!

- Yes, sir!

The Flag Hoisting Troop, sir?

BATTALION 303, GARUT, 1994

That's right. All the other soldiers

are being assigned to Cambodia.

Only the core personnel are left behind.

Suddenly, there is a request

to instruct the Flag Hoisting Troop.

Who else besides you is available

to be an instructor?

You don't look pleased.

Permission, sir.

Wouldn't it be better

if I joined the training exercise?

I understand, Gus.

After that fiery speech

from Lt. Col. Prabowo,

who wouldn't want to be

in the Special Forces

and make their family proud?

However, consider this

as another exercise.

We, soldiers, should be able to learn

from any task given.

At least you can relax a little.

Ten-hut!

Line dismissed.

- Cover, arms!

- March.

- Three steps forward.

- Focus.

Forward. Right. Left.

FLAG HOISTING TROOP

Forward.

Isn't she pretty, sir?

Three steps forward.

Open rank, march.

We already did it, sir.

But you've yet to open her heart, sir.

After that incident,

I mustered up the courage

to get to know Evi.

When I'm on break or off duty,

I try to visit her

to get to know her better.

Or perhaps

to get closer.

Let's see each other...

Gus, a moment.

Evi, that toffee tycoon

wants to see you again.

I've already told him

that you're not feeling well.

What are we going to do?

Gosh, he is so stubborn.

Please go inside. Let me deal with him.

- Come.

- Go on.

In the presence of a soldier,

there tend to be a few kinds of men.

One who respects and honors

our dedication.

One who's afraid of us,

likely guilty of something.

And cowards who would insult us

from behind our backs.

It makes me wonder.

He went away.

Has my dad ever felt something like this?

TAKE EVI OUT, BUY EVI A PRESENPATCH UP THE LEAK

Your face, Fi.

It's the face of a man who lost the w*r

before it was ever fought.

Permission, sir.

My sister has dengue.

Take a leave then.

Pardon me, sir.

She doesn't need her brother.

She needs to pay her medical bills.

BUY EVI A PRESENT, PATCH UP THE LEAK

MEDICAL BILLS FOR LUTHFI'S SISTER

Our struggle does not end here.

In the mountains,

in the jungles, and in our villages,

give it your all.

Never let the fire

in your heart be extinguished.

We have to give it all.

We have to fight back

and keep on fighting.

We will keep fighting

until our dying breath,

until the day we see

our flag waving proudly

Let us assist you.

We will protect this village.

We will train these younglings.

But their future still lies ahead of them.

What future?

They will have none

if we don't fight for it.

Abel.

Who is he?

This is my son.

How old were you

when you joined our movement?

I joined it when I was 11 years old, Dad.

For this matter,

I've set my heart straight.

Uncle, come here.

Gather all the youngsters.

We will fully support this movement.

Yes, Chief.

Thank you.

You will be a platoon commander

at Battalion 323.

Be ready to be dispatched to the East.

Yes, sir.

Quickly adjust to your new platoon.

Get it done simultaneously.

Remember.

Don't make unnecessary promises

to your loved ones.

We're soldiers.

There will be times

when we can't fulfill those promises.

Don't let them wait for you.

Good luck, Gus.

Yes, sir!

Goodness, are you planning

to take Evi for a spinach date?

Of course not, ma'am.

If God is willing, I will try to get

something better when I return.

My goodness, this is plenty.

Gus, there are a lot of guys

who would like to be with Evi.

And they also come to me, just like you.

But you're the only one

who brought vegetables.

See? Someone else just came.

I'll excuse myself then, ma'am.

Sure.

So where are you assigned again?

I'm going to the East, ma'am.

Gus.

Evi has a lot of dreams

she wants to fulfill.

If you're going to w*r

without any assurance,

who will walk beside her

as she chases her dreams?

If you wish for me to take care of her,

then please pray for my safety, ma'am.

Do you truly want to be with Evi?

Evi is my reason

to come back home safely, ma'am.

If that's how it is,

you can count on my prayers.

I wish you well.

Please come home to Evi safe and sound.

I think that's all for now.

I will deal with those guys.

There's no need to worry.

Be careful, Gus.

Thank you, ma'am.

INDONESIAN NAVY SHIP TELUK AMBOINA,

JAKARTA, 1995

Guerrillas and rebels.

They have been making our lives

difficult for years.

Your first assignment is to track them.

SHORT BIODATA OF FRETILIN CENTRAL

COMMITTEE MEMBER

BIRTH NAME: ABEL FREITAS

BAPTISMAL NAME: DOMINIKUS ATONI

Is something wrong, Gus?

Excuse me, sir.

I'm not acquainted with the platoon

that I'm going to lead.

Being a leader is being a role model, Gus.

It doesn't matter

whether you're acquainted or not.

What they see from you

are your words and actions.

You have to be decisive.

Present them with solutions.

You are the general on the b*ttlefield.

Your orders will decide

the result of the assignment.

Dead or alive.

I want you all to work as a team.

No doubts. No errors.

Understood?

- Sir, yes, sir!

- Sir, yes, sir!

Is this clear?

- Sir, yes, sir!

- Sir, yes, sir!

He's just a kid, yet he wants to lead us.

This mission is done

before it even starts.

Remember. They aren't just soldiers

that you will be commanding.

They are people with families

waiting for their return.

They have hopes and dreams.

Patience.

When it comes to experience,

I'm way above him.

- Take care of them.

- Relax.

And they will do the same for you.

Sir.

EAST TIMORESE COAST, 1995

The flag.

Erase it.

Commander.

An update from the coast.

They are sending additional troops.

They are targeting you.

They are looking for me?

They are looking for me?

You too.

A wannabe militant,

just like your dad.

Die.

EAST TIMORESE INTERIOR, AREA OF OPERATION

- What's wrong?

- Excuse me, sir.

Critical field ahead.

Sir.

Baton, what do you suggest?

We flank them, sir.

A lot of our troops got ambushed

because they were too hasty.

- Squad One.

- Sir.

Cover the right flank.

- Baton.

- Sir.

You lead Squad Three to the left flank.

Sir.

I will lead Squad Two

to push through the middle.

Execute.

- Yes, sir.

- Yes, sir.

What happened?

Sir.

Nothing, sir.

Bullshit. You have a fever.

Sir, I can still carry on.

Let's take the easy route

to get there faster.

Sir.

- Let me know if it worsens.

- Yes, sir.

sh**t!

Djarwo.

Follow me.

Quick!

sh**t!

Medic! Cover fire!

Squad Leader, we're trapped!

Take cover!

Contact right!

Platoon Commander, sir.

How are your men?

Sir, one got shot in the arm.

Get your squad to the rendezvous point.

Stay vigilant.

We are not free from danger yet.

Sir.

Execute.

Yes, sir.

The report I received

has a different story.

Djarwo didn't follow your order.

He went on a different route.

Sir.

I failed to anticipate

the enemy's movement, sir.

There will be no problem

if you tell me the real reason

behind this mess, Gus.

This is like an illness.

We can cure it.

Sir.

I am fully responsible

for the blunder we made, sir.

I will be more cautious

in future missions.

Why are you so adamant, Gus?

Sir.

Being a leader is being a role model, sir.

Go and nges.

We have a lot to do tomorrow.

- Yes, sir.

- Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

What was nges again?

That's why you need

to listen and be aware.

Listen, Beni.

Nges means dinner.

He wants us to have dinner again.

Is eating the only thing on your mind?

Go and rest, all of you.

I apologize, sir.

It meant dinner the other day.

- Rest, Alam.

- It's dinner.

Sleep.

He said it before eating yesterday.

Excuse me, sir.

This is a weapon stolen from us.

Can we assume

the enemy territory is nearby?

Sir.

I believe

they can show up from anywhere.

I heard news that a squad

was ambushed in the interior.

It's just north of here, sir.

Permission, sir.

We can try canvassing that area.

Get the troops ready for tomorrow.

Sir.

Have some food, sir.

Thank you.

10 KM FROM HEADQUARTERS

Friend or foe?

- It depends.

- You're outnumbered.

We're enough.

Galuh.

Nanggala.

These guys are friendly, sir.

I know who you're looking for.

They're already on the move

to the northwest,

approximately three clicks from here.

Look for a village not too far from there.

There will be an empty land

that's good for farming.

Be wary. Those people are very slick.

And stay cautious.

This area is under their surveillance.

Good luck.

Baton, who is Nanggala?

Crabs, sir.

Special Forces.

This jungle is their playground.

One wrong move and we could've

accidentally taken them out.

They would've finished us off first.

Excuse me, sir.

We need to be extra vigilant.

Back in line. Let's get moving.

Yes, sir.

Excuse me, sir.

This is precisely what Nanggala mentioned.

Let's keep watch on the village for now.

I will contact the nearest platoon

to scout the surrounding area.

Please wait for me.

Hurry. It's almost nightfall.

Commander, this is Platoon One Commander.

DAY ONE

Come in.

Permission to report the coordinates

for Platoon One.

All personnel are healthy and operational.

Commencing surveillance.

Waiting for further instruction.

Copy that. Report back

if there are any unusual activities.

- Galuh.

- Galuh.

Our rations are so dry.

At least give us a proper dish.

DAY THREE

There's your soup, specially delivered.

Excuse me, sir.

Nothing unusual.

Permission to report.

Day five of surveillance.

Platoon One has not detected

any unusual activity.

Over and out.

I don't know what to do, Mom.

On one hand, there's Agus,

who's nice to me.

But I also have my dreams

that I want to fulfill.

The last time Agus visited,

he said something.

Should I tell you?

Mom, tell me. What did he say?

He said,

"Evi is my reason to come back home."

That was it.

Stop messing around, Mom.

Who's messing around?

I won't doubt a word

that comes out of a soldier.

He really meant it.

DAY SEVEN

Dad always carried this prayer book

wherever he went.

I used to think it was just a habit.

But now I understand.

On the b*ttlefield,

where lives are at stake,

only faith can strengthen us.

Excuse me, sir.

Is he perhaps the one

who asked you to join the military?

It's a long story.

We've been stuck in this jungle

for seven days.

If I had asked sooner,

you would've finished the story, sir.

Were you forced to enlist

or did you really want

to follow in his footsteps?

It took me a while to realize how much

he wanted to be back on the b*ttlefield

and how much he wanted to be

useful.

Maybe he wanted to die a w*r hero,

but fate had other plans.

He passed away in an accident.

And now

do you want to follow his dream?

Die a w*r hero.

Whatever lies ahead

It's for the best.

Excuse me, sir.

DAY EIGHGo! Fire at them. sh**t those up there!

sh**t! Run! Take cover!

Execute cleanup.

Go forward in steps! Watch your back. Go!

Yes, sir.

Forward. On me.

Consolidate!

We've got a runner.

You. Go!

Go.

Take the right flank. Go.

Stand up.

Die!

I have hunted in this jungle

ever since I was a boy.

Got that?

Excuse me, sir.

There are movements from the village.

Enemy reinforcements are approaching.

Orders, sir?

Let's head back to the checkpoint.

Stay vigilant.

Yes, sir.

I want

the name of the person

who k*lled my son.

Do you hear me?

Do you hear me?

Yes, Commander. At once!

Hurry up! Let's find him.

Abraham Freitas.

He's better known as Abel.

He's the son of Miro Freitas, sir.

He's the mastermind.

He's been orchestrating everything

from the shadows.

Excuse me, sir.

Miro Freitas.

He managed to avoid capture

all these years.

He's an expert in guerrilla warfare.

He's brilliant,

but also vicious.

He used to be an ordinary militant.

But he obtained many followers

for his cause.

Moreover, according to our intel,

he also has international contacts.

Permission to be dismissed, sir.

- Pardon me, Commander.

- Yes.

Is this yours, sir?

That's right.

May I know who that person

in the picture is?

This is my late dad.

I really wanted to meet him one more time.

I never got to say my gratitude to him.

Back then, if it wasn't for him,

not only my leg,

but I would've lost my life too.

Your dad was a very good man.

What's your name?

Felipe.

Felipe.

I also want to meet him one more time.

Can you tell me a bit about your story?

Your story about my dad.

Of course, sir.

In that twilight,

I can see that Dad's fiery determination

has not faded.

Felipe,

the little boy he had rescued

has now grown into an adult,

becoming a symbol of resilience

and courage.

It reminds me that a soldier's legacy

is not only what they achieve in battle

but also the lives they touch

and the sparks of hope they ignite.

Where do you live, Felipe?

Tutuleia.

Tutuleia.

I will visit you sometime.

I will bring souvenirs from the capital.

Thank you, Commander.

BATTALION 303, GARUT, 1996

PATCH UP THE LEAK

- How is your sister, Fi?

- Sir.

She's doing well, sir.

MEDICAL BILLS FOR LUTHFI'S SISTER

A RING TO PROPOSE TO EVI

Excuse me, sir.

I'm sorry, sir.

But my brother got into an accident.

MEDICAL BILLS FOR RAHARJO'S BROTHER

- Agus.

- Evi.

Where's your mom?

You're looking for my mom?

Not me?

If you're looking for her,

come by this afternoon.

- She should be back by then.

- Will you marry me, Vi?

I just got accepted

for Special Forces training.

All soldiers dream of being selected

for that program.

It gave me the confidence

To start a new life with you, Vi.

Would it mean that you will

Go to w*r more often?

If that's the order, then

Vi, if there is anything

that makes you uneasy,

please let me know.

I'll try to make it right.

You already know.

Your status. Your job.

There's nothing to make it right.

Maybe we aren't meant to be.

Please give me time to think about this.

Okay.

At this point, I have surpassed

what my dad had achieved.

My platoon also earned both promotions

and honors in recognition of our service.

Clear.

I am proud of this.

However, I still feel incomplete.

What did my dad seek from w*r?

Does this mean Agus is graduating

and he's inviting us?

Agus didn't send this, Mom.

This was from the school.

Do you want to attend?

Wait.

Let me put that another way.

Do you see him in your future?

Go!

Forward. March!

PERMISAN BEACH, CILACAP, 1996

Right, face, mark time, march!

Company, halt!

Straight up!

Straight!

Report.

Representative

for the beret donning ceremony.

Ready!

- Congratulations.

- Sir.

Open ranks!

- Commando!

- Commando!

March!

- Commando!

- Commando!

- Commando!

- Commando!

- Commando!

- Commando!

- Commando!

- Commando!

Can you find which one is Agus?

Where is he?

Excuse us.

Go on. Look for him.

Yes, I'm looking, Mom.

They all look the same to me.

Mom.

Gus.

How was the training?

Gosh, you look so skinny.

Do you want me to put it on you?

- Commando!

- Commando!

Commando!

- Commando!

- Commando!

Commando!

Commando!

Congratulations, Gus.

I'm very proud of you.

Thank you, ma'am.

Thank you for coming.

About the proposal

I would like to give you my answer.

It's a yes.

Please take care of Evi for me, Gus.

But most importantly,

you need to look after yourself too.

I'm putting my trust in you.

Yes, ma'am.

Thank you.

You look so cool.

The Commandos, mighty soldiers

Enduring time and suffering

The enemies flee in terror

Frightened by the dagger

And the white dove

Let out your breath, take a deep one in

Crush the target in front of you

The Commandos

The kings of the b*ttlefield

SPECIAL FORCES TRAINING CENTER,

BATUJAJAR, 1998

Didn't you just get back, sir?

Where are you going now?

Evi is pregnant.

Congratulations, sir.

Commando!

- Commando.

- Commando.

Orders, sir.

Attention.

New orders.

We're heading back to the East.

Assemble everyone.

This is probably Miro's group.

Sir.

What was once sparks

has risen into a wildfire.

Moreover, with the world's eyes on us,

our enemies have grown bolder

in displaying their aggression.

They blend in with the citizens,

attacking us

and those who support the integration.

Our mission right now is to save

as many refugees as we can.

But be wary.

Our enemies may disguise themselves

as refugees.

We won't know who will attack us

until it's too late.

On the other hand,

they know our forces pretty well.

Consider this a one-way mission.

Write down your possessions,

what you desire,

what you're hoping for,

what you leave behind,

and any message to your loved ones.

Then sign it.

So they're asking us to write a will, huh?

Here you go, dear.

Thank you.

Please don't go.

Just stay here.

This mission is crucial.

If you come home

with a missing arm,

I'll learn how to play the guitar.

If you come home with no legs,

I'll learn how to ride a motorcycle.

I'll give you a ride.

Just come home.

Yes, dear.

That's my plan.

Take off their uniform.

EAST TIMOR, 1995

Finish him.

Hey.

Hey!

Commander,

this cr*pple has been leaking information

to our enemies.

What's your name?

Felipe.

Which village did you come from?

Tutuleia.

Tutuleia.

You always say

you support our movement.

But in reality?

Do you know this man?

Take him.

Get up. Stand!

Change of plan.

Before we launch an attack on the city,

we need to pay a visit

to a little village.

Be still.

b*stards!

Many refugees mistook us for the ones

responsible for destroying their homes.

We must swiftly set things straight.

OPERATION LAYOUThe same goes for the east sector.

There are a lot of mutilated corpses.

The suspects are wearing our attributes.

Apart from swaying

the assumptions of the public,

we also have to hold out

from enemy attacks.

While there is also an order

for us to retreat from our posts.

I'm aware not everyone is on our side.

There are even conflicting ideas

within one family.

They are aggressively suppressing

our movements.

On top of that, we must be cautious

of international coverage.

Be careful.

Among these refugees, some loathe us.

Let them.

Your people are the ones responsible

for this chaos.

Detain him immediately.

Yes, sir.

Increase our surveillance.

One wrong move and it's the end for us.

Permission to report, sir.

A village in the northeast

is under enemy attack.

Send reinforcements from the nearest post.

Excuse me, sir.

All posts in the northeast

are currently holding off enemy attacks.

Our reports indicate it's Miro's group.

Platoon One is exchanging fire

while Platoon Two is too far away.

Under these circumstances,

saving a village

while abandoning our troops

is not a wise decision, sir.

And now

do you want to follow his dream?

Die a w*r hero.

The Special Forces will handle it.

Are you sure?

Yes, sir.

We will hold the enemy down

to save as many comrades as possible.

Permission, sir.

We're prepared to be the last troop

to leave the operation zone.

Get a chopper ready for him and his men.

Yes, sir.

All company leaders.

Immediately commence our retreat.

Be vigilant.

We will see you at the border.

Good luck, soldiers.

- Yes, sir!

- Yes, sir!

Get ready!

Standby!

Go!

Roni, secure the area.

The area is safe.

Move.

Clear.

What was the name of this village again?

Tutuleia.

This isn't how I want to visit

your home, my friend.

Head to the nearest post.

Yes, sir.

Stick to me as close as possible.

- Yes, sir!

- Yes, sir.

Hold them! Counterfire!

Get down!

How many b*ll*ts do you have left?

Ten more rounds.

Flush them out!

sh**t!

Commander.

Beni, Alam, what's the situation?

We're surrounded from every direction.

Of the seven men, three are injured.

We also have refugees, a husband and wife.

We have plenty of mortar rounds left, sir.

But the launcher is broken.

We can't hold this position for long.

You! Take over my position.

- Yes, sir.

- Quickly!

Go.

Switch positions. Quickly!

Apri, assist!

Machine g*n.

Grenade launcher!

We need to move from this position.

Set up the claymore.

Sir.

Take cover!

Move away, sir, ma'am!

Claymore is ready!

Steadily fall back!

Roni, give cover!

On me.

Come on.

Commander!

- My child is still in there!

- Yes.

Beni, move the troops

according to our plan.

Sir.

- My child is still there!

- Calm down.

Mom. Dad.

Take them all! sh**t! Fire!

Take every weapon

and ammunition you can find.

There's your mom.

Run. Quickly.

Keep your eyes sharp.

Weapons forward.

Sir, we heard that

you're expecting a child soon.

Congratulations, sir.

And thank you, sir.

Blood for blood.

Blood for blood.

Die!

Don't you dare die yet.

I want to see you suffer.

Get up.

Let's fight.

Once we finish evacuating,

destroy it.

A letter for you, Gus.

Thank you, sir.

It's painful for me to write this letter.

My tears won't stop streaming.

Our child

left us.

It feels like a nightmare has struck me.

I miss you so much, dear.

I feel hopeless just by myself.

I understand you are fighting

on the front lines.

I'm so proud of you, dear.

You're my hero.

But please take good care of yourself.

You're always in my prayers.

With love, Evi.

In w*r, those who fight

are not the only ones making sacrifices.

Those they left behind do too.

Vi.

The ones who patiently wait at home.

They are sacrificing too.

Evi now feels what my mom felt.

And I don't want to let her down.

Thank you for your sacrifice.

Thank you for always putting

your faith in me.

I'm home.

- Stay cautious.

- Stay cautious.

Armed individual up ahead.

Go.

Now that I have followed

my dad's footsteps,

I can understand the reality of w*r.

In life, conflict is unavoidable.

Brave souls will always rise to fight.

My dad didn't leave his family behind

to go to w*r.

He fought for his family.

DEDY UNADI, SON OF MARTA

CHIEF SERGEANEAST TIMOR OPERATION 1975 VETERAN

- Goal!

- Goal!

I'm proud of you, son.

Get a haircut, okay?

Dad.

Thank you, Dad.

THE SACRIFICE OF OUR SOLDIERS

DOESN'T END ON THE b*ttlefield.

IT REACHES DEEP INTO THE HEARTS

OF THEIR FAMILIES.

DEDICATED TO CHIEF SERGEANT DEDY UNADI