The Real Glory Page #2

(BUGLE PLAYING TAPS)

I thought I missed

when I shot at that juramentado,

but I guess I didn't.

He had enough lead in him

to sink a battleship.

Doctor, a juramentado is like a horse.

The only place to stop them is right here.

Only you feel sorry for the horse.

I've heard of these fanatics

that go berserk.

But I never saw one before.

I wonder what kept the bugger going

with all those slugs in him?

Must be some drug.

The drug that keeps them going

is what keeps most of us going.

Faith, good or bad.

The juramentado believes

that when he kills an infidel,

it is a passport to heaven.

But I didn't know

they selected the victims.

I thought they just attacked

the first Christian they met?

I am a Christian,

yet he didn't attack me.

Well, perhaps, I am not a good Christian.

Good night, seores.

ALL:
Good night, Padre.

Well, when you come to think of it,

that Moro went right by

the bunch of us to get to one man,

the Commanding Officer.

I wouldn't be surprised if...

CANAVAN:
Bolo cut?

Do you ever have headaches?

- No.

- Dizzy spells?

No. I'm perfectly all right.

You must have a skull of cast iron.

Bad place for a bolo cut, the nerve center.

I knew a man up in Samoa...

McCOOL:
Are you the man

that owns that coconut raft?

What were you doing in the jungle?

Who are these men?

Couple of Moros

who don't belong in the village.

Where did you find them?

Well, we went for a little stroll and we

found them prowling around

on the edge of the jungle.

Lieutenant, you know

the orders about reprisals.

Captain, all I know is that Colonel Hatch...

He gave the orders.

Come in to the office.

Captain, look, give me a squad.

Let us try some

of this juramentado business.

That's what I want to talk to you about.

Gentleman, I've been looking over

Colonel Hatch's notes.

His plan of procedure.

He felt that Alipang would use every effort

to lure us into the bush

before we were ready.

Well, he was right.

That juramentado was

Alipang's first move.

But it won't work.

We're going to stay

right in our own backyard.

Here's an order Colonel Hatch prepared

forbidding any move into the jungle

until the native troops are fully trained.

He never got a chance to sign it.

How am I gonna get any orchids

if we can't go out in the jungle?

Ask him if we can go a little way.

- Go on. Ask him.

- Shut up.

Well, it's signed.

Captain Hartley,

it's your job

to make soldiers out of these Filipinos

if you have to work them 24 hours a day.

From now on, it's drill.

Drill, drill, drill!

Left arm, cut and parry, engage!

Right arm, cut and parry, engage!

HARTLEY:
One, two, three, four.

Right, left.

Hey, you, number three! Right face!

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