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Gentlemen,

we are honored guests here.

We will act according to the moral

dictates of God, science, and hygiene.

Hear! Hear!

- That is all, Captain.

Dismissed!

What hygiene?

Sanders, I know what you're thinking,

but even you can do better than that.

You just stay out of this.

The colonel said this is a democracy.

Walker realized that he would need

to keep a firm hand on the men.

Men,

as of this moment,

we do hereby under God

become citizens of Nicaragua.

If there is any man who would say no

to this great privilege,

Iet him step forward.

Our job is to introduce a new sister

to the family of enlightened nations.

Helping us in our just cause

are two of Nicaragua's Liberal Party

and defenders of democracy,

Generals,

Generals...

Damn.

... Castellon and Munoz.

Three cheers for the Generals!

Three cheers for democracy!

We march for Rivas.

As God is on our side,

victory will be ours.

You chaps do trudge about a bit.

Lost your way?

We're marching to Rivas.

- Really?

What on earth for?

We're bringing them democracy.

Very peculiar. You must be Americans.

- Not no more, we're Nicaraguans.

Did you draw that?

- Yes.

What do you think, Captain?

- I think...

What do you think of these new guns?

- I like them.

Six shots, and good looking too.

The firing squad could've used 'em.

We attack from the south

and from behind the church.

We will go straight in. - Right,

Colonel. Don't give them a chance.

But the generals assured us that we

will be met with no resistance.

Castellon is an indecisive old man.

Munoz is a conceited troublemaker.

William, they are our allies.

- At any rate,

we will go in hard with our eyes open.

The first impression

is very important.

- Forgive me, this is idiotic.

I prefer the last impression.

- First and last are often the same.

I didn't know you were a pedant.

History never smiles on pedants.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Lieutenant, may I speak to you?

That pig.

I have studied military strategy...

Colonel, may I speak to you

alone, sir? - Certainly.

What seems to be the problem?

- None, I just wanted to ask

if I could be excused tomorrow

from being the drum major.

Whenever I see pictures of battlefield

scenes, I always see

the drummer boy lying dead

next to his drum.

If it's all the same to you,

I'd like to trade my rifle...

I mean, my drum for a rifle.

As long as you are under my command,

no harm will come to you.

Lieutenant!

Straighten up!

You wanted to see me, sir?

Some men abandon all reason

before going into battle.

They become so afraid, that

the battle is lost before it's begun.

I know that this

will not happen with you, Timothy.

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