War Horse Page #4

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Whoa, Joey!

Joey! Joey, whoa whoa whoa!

Joey, stop!

Youll break the blade...

Will you look at you?

Id not let a child of mine slip in

the mud alongside a plow blade.

He could lose a foot!

Youll likelier lose an eye, Mr. Lyons,

If you carry on prating at me

how to manage my son!

Or my plow, or my horse,

or my field, or my farm!

Come on, Albie! Push on through!

Get it done, Albie! Get it done!

Oh, my pair of fools.

My mighty fools.

Youre as battered and bloodied as he is.

And wheres Dad?

Still in the bottom field.

Stumbling about, I suppose.

Its not the drink, Albert,

that makes him stumble -

He drinks, mum.

Well, so might you if youd been

where hes been, seen what hes seen!

Well, he dont talk to me about it.

He dont talk about it because he cant.

There arent words

for some things.

Come here...

The miceve been at it.

Sit down.

Here. Its his campaign pennant.

He were Sergeant,

Seventh Battalion, Imperial Yeomanry.

And that is the Queens South Africa Medal.

Every man who fought

in the Boer War got one of those.

But this...

Thats the Distinguished Conduct Medal.

Not dads?

Well it aint mine, dear.

He got that after the fighting at Transvaal.

After hed been hurt,

and hed saved some other lads,

and well... I dont know

what else, he wont tell me either.

But the first day he got home

he just tossed them out.

First day he could walk,

he threw em straight in the dustbin,

and wouldnt hear a word I said not to.

See, what you done today, you and

Joey,

youre chuffed up now, and so

you should be, my splendid boy.

Its good to be proud

when you done something good.

But what he done, in Africa,

whatever it was,

He takes no pride in it.

Hard as it surely was,

and however much pain its cost him,

he refuses to be

proud of killing, I suppose.

Id be proud.

If Id gone off to war. If Id gone

and saved my mates, and -

Well, whether or not you think

youd do the same thing as him...

Think how brave he is

for refusing to be proud.

Oh, your dad makes mistakes. And he drinks

to forget the mistakes that hes made. but...

But he never gave up,

and he does that for us.

And today, you showed the world

its all been worth it.

You keep looking after Joey and

hell always be looking after you.

Sergeant, Seventh Battalion,

Imperial Yeomanry.

You see this, Joey?

Its been through an entire war.

Im not stealing it.

Ill give it

back to him, someday.

Im the only boy

that drives in the village.

- No one else drives but me.

- Oh, yeah?

Thats right and this is my dads car.

Youre lucky that youre in it.

Im not normally allowed

to drive it cause its so -

Is he a friend of yours?

Come on, boy,

lets show her how to fly!

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