Rio Grande

-Good evening.
-Good evening, sir.

Good evening, sir.
Have a cup of your own coffee, York?
I"ve been thinking of nothing eIse
for the Iast two hours.

-Tough, huh?
-Tough, sir.

I haven"t had a cup of coffee
with you...

since we rode down
the Shenandoah together.

Fifteen years ago, wasn"t it?
Fifteen years, two months
and seven days.

How did you fare on patroI?
Had a running fight
for thirty-odd miIes.

We captured Natches, their chief,
eight others...

before the Apaches reached the Rio
Grande and crossed into Mexico.

Pursuant to orders
I haIted on our side of the river.

The men didn"t Iike it very much.
Neither did you.
And neither do I,
but that"s the poIicy...

and soIdiers don"t make poIicy,
they mereIy carry it out.

The State Department
couId do something.

Oh, yes, they"II write
a sharp note of protest.

if you care to read
sharp notes of protest.

I"II decIaim them over the graves
of the troopers...

who were guarding the waterhoIes.
Three of them staked
face-down on anthiIIs.

You"ve got the dirtiest job in the army,
there"s no doubt of that, Kirby.

I"m not compIaining, sir.
I get paid for it.

Maybe you shouId compIain.
I"II Iisten.

This coffee isn"t as good
as it used to be.

I"II make a note of that.
But maybe, someday it"II get
better and stronger.

I"II drink to that, sir: