The Red Badge of Courage Page #4

Go back, you cowards!

Get back in there and fight!

Get back in there and fight!

Go back, you cowards!

I'm hit! I'm killed!

The Rebs, they're coming.

Hold your fire.

Hold your fire.

You've got to hold them back, Captain!

You've got to hold them back.

All right, we'll do our best, sir.

Lieutenant, you mind me.

We got to hold, no matter what happens.

Yes, Captain. You men mind me.

We've got to hold! Can you hear me?

Get ready.

Hold your fire.

Fire!

Give me this!

Here, fire!

Keep firing!

The men look much bigger

through the powder smoke.

Bayonets as thick as a spiked iron fence.

I was so scared, my feet was frozen.

I never seen a man killed before.

Lost a pile of men, they did.

We lost some, too.

Who's that?

Gosh, it's Tim Foster.

It was him.

They're carrying in the hurt Rebs.

I hope there won't be no more fighting

till a week from Monday.

Unless I miss my guess,

them Rebs got their bellies full.

We showed them

some real fighting, all right.

So it was all over at last.

The supreme trial had been passed.

The red, formidable difficulties of war

had been vanquished.

He felt that he was a fine fellow.

He saw himself even, with those ideals...

which he had considered

as far beyond him.

A ball shot off my kneecap.

Somebody come help me.

Help me, somebody.

I can't let go of this tree.

Look, a ball shot off my kneecap.

Help me, somebody.

- A ball shot off...

- Bleeding like a cow.

Bleeding like a darned cow, it is.

Here, let me bind that leg for you.

Bleeding like a cow, it is.

Can't seem to stop her from bleeding.

Here they come again!

They're coming at us.

The youth stared.

Surely, he thought, this impossible thing

was not about to happen.

He waited as if he expected

the enemy to suddenly stop...

apologize, and retire bowing.

It was all a mistake.

Get back!

Get back!

I'll have you shot for a deserter!

Taylor's rushing his men.

They'll reach the woods before we know it.

We can't have that.

They'll be worn out

before they're committed.

I'd give my shoulder straps

for a fresh brigade.

Tompkins, go over and see Taylor.

Tell him not to be in such a hurry...

to stop his brigade on the edge

of the woods, come to detach a regiment.

The center will break unless we help it.

And tell him to hurry up.

Yes, sir.

We've held them, General.

Held them, have they?

We'll wallop them now!

We've got them sure!

Jons, ride after Tompkins.

- See Taylor, and tell him to go in.

- Yes, sir.

- Colonel, you inform Whiterside.

- Yes, sir!

They've held them, by heavens!

The youth cringed,

as if discovered in a crime.

So his regiment had won after all.

His imbecile comrades had remained.

And their very ignorance

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