The Hill Page #3

Is that all you got to say?

Sir, it's all I want to say.

- See that hill?

- I noticed it as I came in.

We built it special.

A few tons of sand and rock and a lot of

labor and sweat. The prisoners built it.

Well, that's marvelous, sir.

It's a great construction feat.

Something tells me

you're going to get to know it well.

- I don't want any special privileges.

- It gets hot on that hill. Hot.

I fancy I saw snow on the top

when I came in.

You're dead set on having a go at it,

aren't you?

No, I can do without it, sir,

but I think you've got other plans for me.

- King.

- Sir.

Would you like to drill with these men?

Anything you order I can do, sir.

Pity I won't see it.

You can't drill with them. You're black.

- I already know that, sir.

- I only take notice of one thing. The book.

King's Rules and Regulations lay it down

in black and white that Hottentots,

bosutos, voodoo boys and sons of

witch doctors do their square-bashing

separate and away from white men.

- I'm a British subject from the West Indies.

- You're black.

That makes me happy

when I see some white men, sir.

Don't answer back,

you different-colored bastard.

Man, I spit.

- Staff.

- Sir!

Over here. See if the M.O.'s ready

to inspect these men.

Sir!

- So you're a British subject, eh?

- Yes.

- Yes, what?

- Yes, sir.

Then you have equal privileges.

You can drill with these men,

and you can dance

over that hill with them.

Be my pleasure, sir.

Six prisoners present and correct, sir!

Forty-six prisoners, correct, sir!

Sixteen prisoners present and correct, sir!

Fifteen prisoners present and correct, sir!

Eighteen prisoners

all present and correct, sir!

Five new prisoners

all present and correct, sir!

Eighteen prisoners

all present and correct, sir!

Now, if any of you are excused boots, pack

drill, breathing, have six toes, two heads

or a dose of the clap,

are pigeon-chested, walleyed or

still have to be breast fed, speak up now.

That's my set piece

and it always gets a laugh.

- Ready for medical inspection, sir.

- King, fall out.

Double over to the M.O.'s room.

Left, right, left, right, left, right, left.

So you're the busted sergeant major,

are you?

I'll bet your boys loved you.

How many of them died for you, Roberts?

Some of them died fighting.

Don't give me the big hero stuff.

You got busted for cowardice, cowardice!

Eyes front!

Not a swatty in the Middle East

who's not heard about you.

What are you supposed to be?

A brave man in a permanent base job?

Next!

Stevens, fall out and double away,

will you?

Left, right, left, right, get those knees up,

will you? Get them up, up, up!

Medical inspection.

Man, the only place

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