Glory Page #3

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Left, left, right, left.

Bonnie Prince Charlie,

are you a gentleman?

Are you a member of Congress?

Or are you the bloody prince of Africa?

Don't look at me.

Look straight ahead.

l'll leash your ass up, boyo.

The lrish are not known

for their fondness for the coloureds.

What about the uniforms?

Still no word.

The rifles?

See to it.

You've got a lot to learn.

You haven't had no master like me.

Dear Mother:

The men learn very quickly...

...faster than white troops,

it seems to me.

They're almost grave and sedate

under instruction.

And they restrain themselves.

But the moment

they are dismissed from drill...

...every tongue is relaxed

and every ivory tooth is visible.

And you wouldn't know from the sound

of it that this is an Army camp.

They must've learned this...

...from hours of meaningless,

inhuman work....

To set their minds free so quickly...

...it gives them great energy.

And there's no doubt

we'll leave this state...

...as fine a regiment as any

that has marched.

As ever, Your son, Robert.

They've done it.

Assemble the men.

Attention!

ln accordance with

President Lincoln's wishes...

...you men are advised

that the Confederate Congress...

...has issued a proclamation.

lt reads:

''Any Negro taken in arms

against the Confederacy...

...will immediately be returned

to a state of slavery.

Any Negro taken in federal uniform...

...will be summarily put to death.

Any white officer taken

in command of Negro troops...

...shall be deemed as

inciting servile insurrection...

...and shall likewise be put to death.''

Full discharges will be granted

in the morning...

...to all those who apply.

Dismissed.

Dismissed.

lf you're not here in the morning...

...l understand.

Still want that blue suit, n*gger?

- Good morning, major.

- Sir! Formed and ready, sir!

How many are left?

Attention!

Glory, hallelujah!

Company, halt.

You're not dismissed, boyo.

Get up.

You'll fall out when l say

and not before. You understand?

l said, get up!

Sergeant major.

Sir.

At ease, sergeant.

l have no doubt that you are

a fair man, Mulcahy.

l wonder if you are

treating these men too hard.

You disagree.

You may speak freely.

The boy's your friend, is he?

We grew up together.

Yes.

Let him grow up some more.

- l see.

- Will that be all, sir?

Dismissed.

Fifty-seven caliber

Enfield rifle musket.

- Best in the world here, boy.

- Sharts?

One, one, nine, one, one.

- Think you can handle that?

- l can knock something down with this.

Trip?

- One, two, one, nine, two.

- Beautiful.

Otman?

One, two, one, eight, six.

- Jefferson?

- Yes, sir.

Robert...

Finally.

There's a rumour going around that

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