The Charge of the Light Brigade Page #3

Move like a Highgate whore,

put some spring into your back.

You'll not learn nothing

from watching this...

...but I should stay watching.

I want you,

what your name is, on the right.

Your name, on the right!

Do you not know your right?

You, on the right!

Where I'm pointing now!

You! I want you to watch this blade...

...for should it waver,

slice it down fairly through my head...

...as hard as you can. Face front!

You've got no hooks on!

Sergeant, on the left.

Hooks is spurs.

- Name?

- Metcalfe.

You will wear your hooks at all times.

Sgt. Smith, what he is doing,

don't look down...

...is marking you right from left.

He can read,

so he knows his left from right.

What you've got there is a new foot...

...an army foot you've never had before.

It's like a foreign language to them.

They don't know any direction,

back or front.

They'll never find their front

when there isn't a black face to it.

I always tell them,

they'll know their front...

...from the many black n*gger faces

waving knives at them.

What we will do now is finding left.

Try it.

Try straw foot forward.

That officer...

Capt. Nolan, my lord.

Does that black savage belong to him?

Capt. Nolan has served in India

and has an Indian servant.

That's no excuse.

Who are you, sir?

I am Capt. William Morris

of the 17th Lancers.

- Are you another of these damned Indians?

- He is an old...

India?

Don't tell me of India,

you and your black rogue.

No use rubbing under it.

Officers who have served in India...

...are considered less worth

than those who purchase their way...

...from one regiment to another.

It is, Nolan, at Kaffirs and savages

you have put your men...

...which is something more

than a round of drills.

You Indians are the only officers

who led your men in war.

Listen, a linnet.

It is good to have you with us.

When you were away, you were

in my thoughts every day. Wasn't he?

You were, indeed.

- You are both good friends now.

- William is very happy.

I am.

We all are.

He does love you dearly.

- Are we now to become horse marines?

- We are.

"For thy smile would make a summer

"Where darkness else would be

"For thy smile could make a summer

"Where darkness else would be"

One, two, three, four.

Who gave you permission to dismount?

One, two...

...three, four.

Sahib mighty good horsemen, both Sahibs.

You're all a-bleeding-sleep! Left leg over.

Do you have a hunter for rides

in the morning?

I am fond of riding.

Warsham! Bring our new friend, Newboy.

Now, this is a thoroughly useful animal.

Brother!

You stupid, drunken cad.

You've nothing but a queer upbringing

amongst cattle and bad practice.

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