They say there is an Angel of Death on the battlefield.
Every time he swings his scythe, the blood of men flows.
And one more thing...
I heard rumors of a certain man.
Rumors of a man called the Angel of Death.
I suppose you'd call a guy who could capture that man head-on
a true photographer.
Maybe your Angel of Death
is me.
The Setting Sun as Grave Marker
Objective confirmed.
No one ever told us there'd be this many anti-aircraft guns!
Boris! I survived!
I flew with Boris, the Angel of Death, and survived!
Disperse!
Again, pilots fall into darkness.
Are you waiting for Boris and the others?
Just Boris.
Oh...
Can't sleep?
No...
Shin!
No fair, Shin. I told you to wait, right?
Yeah...
Please.
Morning, Gustav.
Good morning.
Here he comes.
Huh? Is it Boris?
Boris, the Angel of Death, returns.
One of his wings is destroyed!
He can fly like that?
That reminds me,
there was talk of some bonehead who flew with his wings still folded up.
And the Angel of Death is at the controls.
Well, off to work.
Hey, wait up, Shin!
Did the developing go well?
Yeah, you were a big help.
Here you go, fifty rolls of 35mm.
You've even got professional grade. That's my McCoy!
I'll arrange anything for you, as long as you'll put out the money.
You really do have everything.
What's your biggest seller?
Biggest seller? That'd be caskets.
I just sold three more to use without bodies,
thanks to the Angel of Death Boris.
Boris, is it?
Here goes!
I'm dog-tired.
I want to shower and fall right into bed.
You don't need to drag yourself along with me on tomorrow's early-morning attack.
I can't keep up with you.
But even so, I'll go along.
Boris, isn't it about time to get a new one?
Even for a Crusader, this one's too old.
For what you're paying in maintenance alone, you could buy the newest one.
I've made a lot of money off you, so I'll give it to you cheap.
This one's fine.
Do the maintenance for me. I'll pay double.
Got it.
McCoy, get me the parts.
Yeah...
Sorry to disturb you... Did l?
Let's get started.
Right.
When you put it in a picture,
you can't tell sunrise from sunset.
If you stay here you can tell, like it or not.
It's so beautiful it's sad,
the real sunset.
Gustav, take care of the rest.
Right!
When he's looking at the sunset,
he forgets all about his buddies who are dead and gone.
That guy's Boris, the Angel of Death, right?
That's right. Angel of Death Boris is what they call him.
Wonder how it feels to be called the Angel of Death?
The man who's seen more than anyone what human death looks like
is called the Angel of Death.
Him too?
Yeah, maybe.
Next!
Oh no...
What's wrong?
I don't like sauerkraut.
Pilots aren't picky eaters!
That's stereotyping!
And you're stereotyping the sauerkraut, saying you don't like it.
Next!
Please.
Next!
Hey, that's not much!
You're no pilot!
That is totally...
If you don't eat, you won't grow.
Uh, I'm finished.
Me too.
Then I am too!
Hey, why is he called the Angel of Death?
That guy is a genius at air-to-ground assaults.
No matter how hot the combat zone, he always comes back alone,
so they call him that out of envy.
What about you? Could you fly with him?
Honestly, I'd be a little afraid to.
But just a little.
It's good you're honest.
Are you flying the next one with that plane too?
A familiar plane is the best one, even if it's old.
If he goes down, even the Angel of Death is just a man.
No, it's different for me.
Kinda intense, huh?
Kim...
You haven't touched your sauerkraut.
Who's that?!
It's too bright.
Oh, it's you.
What are you doing, in the middle of the night?
I wanted to get a shot of the barracks hallway with nobody here,
but that guy there won't go to sleep.
It's not gonna happen. That's Boris's room.
What's that mean?
The Angel of Death doesn't sleep.
I'm telling you this for your own good;
you should go to bed soon too.
Boris!
Help me!
Mayday! Mayday! Mayday!
I don't want to die!
Boris!
Steve!
Steve! Don't give up!
Let's go back to base together!
Steve!
Steve...
Soon...
We'll be able to see each other soon.
What's that?!
That's all.
This transmission was twenty kilometers this side of the objective.
Three planes downed at once...
What's there?
Wasn't that already fixed?
It's fixed.
This is routine maintenance.
If so, then how about letting the mechanics do it?
Looks like they have time.
Because it costs money.
McCoy's the same way.
Folks here make a lot of noise about money.
It's only natural.
Our contract is for a set amount per enemy shot down, or per tank,
and pilots bear the cost of our own aircraft, and maintenance and fuel.
So it's "make money or get out," huh?
We can't get out!
Not unless our three-year contract is completed or we pay a $1.5 million for breach of contract.
On top of that, I'm in debt for maintenance fees,
so if I don't go on the next attack I really won't even be able to eat.
Doesn't anyone skip out?
Lots of people want to leave.
But $1.5 million...
Shin may be the only one who can do it.
Oh, is that so?
He's making a lot of money?
That's for sure!
Oops!
Not supposed to tell other people's secrets, huh?
Take a look at it for me.
Boris, right?
They say you always come back alone?
So you're a genius at air-to-ground assault,
but not enough so to save your comrades.
So even the Angel of Death has feelings.
Mercenaries,
the target this time is north division point 1 D,
the enemy's No. 27 supply base.
That's an easy victory.
Isn't there a higher-paying target?
Last night Otto's group was all shot down at this point en route to an attack.
We don't know what type of air defense system it is.
But if we can just hit this supply base,
we can break the enemy's overextended supply lines.
So I want to take it down, whatever it takes.
As an exceptional measure,
the reward for success this time will be $30,000.
$30,000 for a fixed target?!
I'm in!
I'm out.
I did that early-morning mission, so I want some rest today.
You've got no ambition!
Say what you want.
Uh-oh...
Shin! You're still up for flying?
Huh? Kim! Even you?
No way you can do it, kid!
You're gonna fly with the Angel of Death? Stupid!
I have to make some money.
Nobody else?
All right, I'll leave it to the six of you.
Well, see you later, huh?
Been a long time since I've flown with the same plane as mine.
But I can't become your friend.
Friends always betray.
They all go and die ahead of me.
They don't go and die.
They're killed.
Shin!
Time for our sortie.
Have penetrated the enemy's defense perimeter.
Target visually confirmed. That $30,000 is mine!
It's mine!
I'm leaving this Harrier tortoise and going ahead!
Do not break formation!
I'm going ahead!
Ahead is the point where Otto's group went down.
Be on the lookout.
Roger.
I ncorrigible. Have they come again to fall prey to our fangs?
Prepare the fangs!
Yes, Sir!
Power output stabilized at eighty percent.
All systems green.
Desert Fangs preparation : complete.
Fall, mercenaries!
Both of you, open formation!
Shin!
How's that?! Government military swine!
Two craft passed through!
What?!
Are you okay, Boris?
I'm fine. Drop 'em!
Kim!
All right!
Kim, you did well.
Now I'll be able to eat.
You two can split the $30,000.
Boris!
Don't get me wrong.
Looks like I took two or three hits.
One in the engine,
and one more...
Boris!
Shin, when you get back to the Area,
turn out the lights in my room for me.
Boris! Don't give up.
Come back to base with us!
Boris!
Steve...
Boris! Boris!
At long last, I can see all your smiling faces...
Returning to base.
Six sortied out, and four didn't return.
It was a tough fight.
Why do you think Boris, the Angel of Death,
never turned his lights off all night?
I met one before, a guy like that.
He said when it gets dark,
the faces of friends who have died appear to him one by one.
Said that's why he doesn't make friends.
On top of that, nobody knows where to send the personal effects.
He was a kind-hearted but lonely Angel of Death.
The one who started the Angel of Death rumor
was Boris himself.
Nobody here knows his past.
Why he flew...
Why he came to the Area...
Nobody knows.
And now, the only ones who know are the desert wind and the sun.
Boris in the setting sun.
I was going to hand it to him when he came back.
Boris...
Sleep well.
I will get back to Japan!
Racing through the blue sky, what do men see?
Shooting through the moment, what do men realize?
To them goes no glory, no honor. Their cheers fade in the raging dust.
But still they fly across the battlefield,
only their own personal pride at stake.
Viewfinder in the Blue Sky only their own personal pride at stake.
Viewfinder in the Blue Sky
This is Area 88.
Viewfinder in the Blue Sky
The arid blue sky brings a gleam to their lives.
Viewfinder in the Blue Sky
Taiyou ni yakitsukusarete
Kodoku na yozora ni hoshi o miru
Kasuka ni kikoeru merodii
Natsukashisugite omoidasenai
Senaka muketa nukumori
Senjou no dansu
Hitomi tojite
Tsuka no ma no yume ni asobu
Yasashisa koko ni wa iranai
Kurayami wa tsuki ga terasu