Glory

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Wait, that's my space, n*gger.

l sleeps better close up on that door.

lf you don't mind, l'd prefer a space

with more sufficient reading light.

l like it when niggers talk

good as white folk.

l'd be happy to teach you.

lt would be my pleasure.

Hey, look here, snowflake,

l ain't learning from no house n*gger.

l am a free man,

as was my father before me.

Oh, you free?

Move your free black ass

out my space...

- ...before l-

- Hey, hold up-

Nobody talking to you, pap.

lt's all right.

l'll be fine over here.

Excuse me.

Wonder when they gonna

give us the blue suit?

They ain't giving black soldiers

blue suits, only white soldiers.

Well, we soldiers now.

Where you from, field hand?

South Carolina.

You ought to know

better than that, boy.

Hey, would you quit that-?

Hey, boy, quit that drumming.

What's your name, boy?

- l said, what's your name, boy?

- Can't you see that he's mute?

He what?

He's mute.

You mean this child can't talk?

Here, come over here, hon.

Dummies and field hands.

Ain't that about a bitch!

What about you there, boy?

Where abouts you from?

Yeah, l'm from around Tennessee.

l ran away when l was 12.

l ain't never looked back.

What you doing since then?

l run for President.

l didn't win though.

Major?

Forbes, that's you.

Thomas.

How are you?

- You know Charlie Morse.

- Thomas Searles.

Captain.

So how was your meal?

The rmoulade was a trifle tart...

...but the souffl more

than made up for it.

And your comrades?

Charming. Extraordinary

conversationalists, every one.

Major Forbes.

A word, please.

Excuse me, Thomas.

l won't permit

that kind of fraternization.

But it's only Thomas.

He's an enlisted man.

You're right, of course.

l've sent for help.

These men need a proper teacher.

For God's sake, men,

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